Young Writers Society

I opened the car door and remembered those times in September when we'd ride out to 722 with Hillsong in the background with the sun still up there was always ...

Cat green eyes In a ghostly pale face Circled with raven black hair Penetrate the depths of Her frozen soul Cat green eyes Penetrate all the souls Through the iron ...

I remember when you said yes. As I stood there in shock, Listening as the world passed by and the words came out. Looking into your eyes, wondering. Not knowing ...

we sit and calmly watch the future pass us by, slip through a crack in the pavement and fade to nothingness in the darkness. you smoke, i twist my ring ...

I remember walking through the steamy night mid July after it had rained for hours upon hours upon hours hoping to catch a glimpse of your bright red truck to ...

Maybe life wasn't meant to be appreciated by the living only by the dead because those whose hearts are still beating never think with their heads I wish I could ...

This is good, however it didnt evoke any emotion atall, i dont really get what the meaning is, if any. BUt you havea nice use of vocabulary, keep it up.

I lie adjacent to beauty; gardens of metaphors, scattered bright flowers of similes, branching to blooming imagery. Starkly contrasted with dirty crossroads of conjunctions and the interruptions of un

Betrayal The wind slices my face As I stumble to the top. The smoke billows out From me As I perch precariously On the edge. Was it worth The thirty ...

Gone With the Wind tumbleweed leaves shimmer on the emerald carpet; the old, gnarled women fan their branches, grasping for the shreds of their youth. scaling the walls of Jericho, ...

There was a cow who roamed the plains Who saw many people driving trains One day she wanted to try it And didn’t like it on bit The crazy cow ...

the finger-smudged glass panes and the clank of doors as we pushed them open, ran into the silently gray rain. -"it's raining!" she cried. -and we pronounced it deep and ...

"Forget Me" by theluckyflower How I long for your embrace, Your warm lips upon my face. No matter if we’re far or near I still hear – Your voice, your ...

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Photograph Dress pulled stiffly back by unseen pinsHair held out, the wild branches of a bramble bushA single girl, alone on a plain of curving emerald bladesCrying crystal tearsFor a ...