Young Writers Society

(Microsoft word autoname this poem "I won" when I saved it and I thought it was fitting, so that's why I left it.) "I won’t let your shallow, black water ...

Ha ha ha. You're exposed, You and your pack of wolves, So don't throw me your dirty looks, Because now everyone sees them. Everyone knows all the harm you've done, ...

Not sure where this goes. *********** EDITED: the façade is crumbling revealing in truth, a mere mortal woman betrayed by the uncaring eyes of her son. tears I never knew ...

Music Haunting Lovely Get up and dance! Run around Screaming Loud melodies With beat Pulsing Throbbing Eardrums hurting Until the climax And all is quiet.

Sickly sweet silver flash in the light blade’s trickle of warm and wet smiles underlined by a depth of kohl shadows wild guesses in the dark of the sun as ...

Some people ignore the obvious When will they understand Some people believe in destiny When the future is right there in their hand And when the rain falls And everything ...

Biting your bloody lip, You tell me all your secrets What he’s done these past few days Time at rug-burn paces, You topple off of your ceiling fan Falling gracefully ...

When hopes wall falls down and breaks, humanity realizes it made a mistake. Conspiracy taken by those who rule, soon they'll notice; humanity's fool. Fact or fiction? choose or die, ...

This bloodline is full of strong women Figurines ice cold against the raging storm Of emotional men, the backs on red hands Flung against faces, They are not porcelain, but ...

wow. i can really get inside the persons head, i especially like the "this apathy swelling up inside me is the measure of mere inches between the tip of my ...

The Maypole stands In the deserted field Of a ruined school A tree stands beside Gnarled branches lifted Black from soot and ash The maypole’s paint Is cracked down And ...

Innocence drapes me like a white cloak virginity my eyes are pure closed to the passion, the rain of desire drizzling your body My ivory tower is water-proof Yet a ...

I'd like to be crude, play nasty, bend the rules, in short my dear fellow, i want to be you. can i crawl into your single-breasted waistcoat and your leather ...

“the other one” A work in progress She was the ghost of stimulation when I first saw her pass my way; a premonition, thrown here by some divine command. Her ...

Alright, here's my latest prose. It'll make a lot more sense if you realise that there's only one person in this, talking to themself. Here it is: Lone Lee Lonely ...