Young Writers Society

The One Who Walked Alone A boy walks the halls, seeming alone, traveling by himself, this is what others see. As they pass him by; they see a person, who ...

Friend, To every heart I have ever broken, to every friendship I've ruined, to every mean thing I ever said, it all comes down to the last two words, that ...

This is very rough, but I just jotted this down one day in free period. I need some advice about rhythem and rhyme-scheme. I'm not very familiar with writing that ...

misery is a painting misery is a painting, turns all color to gray. misery is a painting, highlights every fray. misery is a painting, darkens all the light. misery is ...

The world is a bitch (we already know) Our society sucks and continues to grow. But in reality there is nothing we can do But hang on to hope And ...

[i]really sorry for the rhyming and punctuation i have alot of trouble with those two things...[/i] Behind the scenes where none can see, Behind the scenes just you and me. ...

Although it might not SEEM like it, me and Vernon argue. I began this days ago... but didn't actually finish it until we stopped arguing. I was writing this as ...

Looking in the mirror, she doesn't recognize her face. Sadly he didn't love her, he only liked the chase. Heart broken, and tears shedding, through the pain and agony of ...

I am the one in the corner of your eye, I am the one you really want to know, I am the one stomping in the snow I am the ...

One sees what is there but sees nothing, For nothing is always around. Nothing is in a doughnut hole ( I'm afraid it will never be found) When some people ...

Laura looks good in pink, She reminds of a bubble gum that's gone in just one wink. Because somebody's bound to eat her good taste, To not eat her up ...

The Phoenix* Feathers gone and beak dust dry Wailing piteously, about to die. Blackened body, defeated pose An air of sorrow with her goes. But still she does remember when ...

They say a poem is the way the heart sings. They tell of songs sung with sweet words. They preach of love divine, and hero’s valor. Yet, as they bring ...

I wish I could have it just once more that corpulant ghost who taunts me behind bars dancing in greener grass and in incandescant department stores on the other side ...

Could you hear the voice of the winter? I said it loud from my heart that wither The confession to love you forever Frozen by the cold of snowy november ...