Young Writers Society

Our hymn couldn’t have been sung better On a Tuesday For it was an afternoon Where the sunlight dazzles the mind and spots the skin Where the kisses are saved ...

I always hated that cold, dead doll, The one with the straight-through stare, The one who sat aloft and watched, The one who couldn't care. She knows every sharp-edged secret, ...

Loser’s Defence Give me thy ensign, Let me carry it high. Bestow me with power divine. O stop the wind and stop the water, From washing my forehead. Only you ...

THe Inspiration Intoxication. the pendulum waves goobye, and the clock above it is oblivious, to the fact that death hunts the mediocrity in me. Give away the greatness of loneliness, ...

Written after about 6 shots, but with veryyy carefyul ftyping.. Enjoy Life In A Tank A ticker-tape parade runs water through the streets, while the caged watch from within. Blank ...

It did not take much for them to abandon me. Just a shooting pain, tearing me away from the lights of my glory. I had been their star, the winner ...

you gave me nightmares about those emerald eyes: submerged in saturday-night delights, singing songs I never wanted to hear, filthy with the thought of seduction. in the crush of the ...

"The View From My Window is of the Roof" 10/19/05 The view from my window is of the roof each tile uniform and gray. Sure, there is a window down ...

Let everyone sing and everyone dance, while she lies in this empty, forgotten room Empty and forgotten like her. Beautiful eyes, covered by a sheet of sadness emotionless breaths being ...

for years I've been crying into a pillow full of goosedown the mantra of ghostkisses and spiderflys gnashing at my head my only thoughts are missing you you're a truebluekid ...

If you have any suggestions for a title, I'd like to hear them. I stand along the shoreline, The fish quake with fear, For they can see me casting, And ...

there are puzzle pieces strewn across dilapidated, wooden tables, and we try to revive the remnants by forcing the corner-angles into our nearly correct places. but Big Brother says that ...

Once there was a house, Pink roofed and cracked walls within. The path twisted and turned, The fence splintered passers by and the chimney never worked. One there was a ...

Darkness overtakes my weary soul upon a pedastool of gold I stumble upon the hardened ground I could fall on my face and not make a sound A castaway, that's ...

Your name Will forever be for me Love, and pain And so many unfathomable emotions Tumbling together in a waterfall Forming an ocean that can never be crossed. It’s nights ...