Young Writers Society

Broken Glass Broken glass, Whisper your stories. Melt the tears Of cold, dead hearts. Broken glass Litter the night sky. Hands of crying souls Battering onto doors Guarded by Death. ...

[pre]There is no partitioning darkness in the artificial twilight of the city night Though I can see the stars of the metropolis shining from the balcony of my building The ...

This is one of my first poems. I had an empty heart and that made me blue but not anymore. You’ve opened the door to my heart and filled it ...

The Moon hides when it is clouded by the smoke of dying fire and the death of a new beginning. Stars have heard our voices and weep rain with us, ...

Some say math is the basis of life. But no, I say it's words. Numbers tell you which goes where, and how to run things. But, oh…not words. Words convey ...

It’s a mess out there It comes from all directions It’s almost horror The sky starts to cry My clothes are instantly soaked Massive buckets pour The lights flash with ...

Here's something I whipped up last night. __________________________ When will Light come? The world is at rest, The air is dead, The sky is a velvet blanket of nothing. All ...

limbs quake and fingers hurt from the non-stop tap-tap-tap at the keyboard. i watched the Earth do its pretty spin: light, dark, light. and like some (videogame) hero, i endured ...

[pre]I crept to the room slowly, a hesitant shadow, his arms outstretched, beckoning, a bloody indication, silent save the occasional gulp, eyes wide with shock. I moved toward him calmly, ...

I thought this was great. My friend, Jomel, wrote this in 15 minutes. He asked me to put it on the internet, so I did. I hope you will like ...

Silence falls like a shroud of silk, Over the battlefield of snow and blood. The bodies of men wounded and dead, Lie together indiscriminately, Red and gold and blue and ...

[pre]It was a dare I played and lost A year later, I pay the cost Drowning slowly, living in shadows, Nothing to see, but bitter sorrows. They have white skin, ...

Her body became over taken, her flawless curls bounced as she had swayed her hips. Every bystander had watched as beauty radiated through out the room. A crowd formed as ...

Daddy's Little Girl We use to curl up on the couch and watch blues clues until the streetlights came on. He use to kiss my forehead good-night and tuck me ...

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