Young Writers Society

One day in the afternoon when I checked my mail, I got a letter from my cousin recently released from jail. He wrote, “I long for home and have already ...

when things turn negative.. when mood turns low.. i often think of those around me.. one by one.. but couldn't recollect even one, whom i can share my loneliness with... ...

Shark He's part of a world of smoke, of black linoleum of green felt table tops. He's all at once the hiss and click of balls colliding and the smooth ...

This is a poem I wrote, which turned into a song... but since I don't know how to link quicktime files, I can't play it for you ^_^ His Face ...

[pre]Beyond the cities with no names and beyond the trees that tangle me so beyond the roots that ignore me beyond the stars that light me home and beyond the ...

I know everything’s not ok, As we’ve crawled through centuries, Watching innocence bathed in blood, But as you cry, your never gonna feel complete, So skip and stop when you ...

Sweet scent of your perfume in the air I'm trying so hard to forget that I care Since the day you walked out the door I've been lying here, alone ...

This was co-written by three tired teenagers after a sleepover (myself, and two friends: Jessica Heartman, Janel Horcrux). Jessica pushed me to submit it, so... Onomatopoeia Strangled by a sunbeam ...

The sun sets on a cloudless day As trumpets blare and soldier’s march In dreams, of course, since time decays More often ought then not It bleeds, the sky, a ...

I paged back through my diary And saw your name on every page, Remembered things I’d buried long ago Like subtle little movements of your eyes And almost every word ...

This does not make allowances for the people who caused this terrible crime. I hope to try and understand. He had to be strong, he had to do this Guilt ...

From earth to paradise... On the beauty of the road, I mused, with metre of the wheel’s note. Over the traversed tracks the cart rolled and rolled, To the destiny ...

What an amazing sight it was at the bay. Instead of the sand there lay pinkish pink hay! It was the middle of a very hot summer’s day. Suddenly in ...

I am believed to terrify each and every land, I have in my hand a deadly magic wand, With its flick, a curse and a quick wave of hand I ...

I'm not a poet, but I went through a phase in early middle-school in which I liked to write lymericks. This is my first post here-I thought I might as ...