Young Writers Society

Do you like your home sweet home? You’re living in the corner of my eye. Planting poison and spreading lies. While one is beautifully moving, the other painfully shy. And ...

Schizm I. Plunging through the nebulae, under the veil of a black dust cloud for infinities that wrist-devices measure, stares a lonely asteroid: Me. The Darkest Hour. Has it always ...

Happy Birthday Brad! I liked this, it was honestly a very beautiful piece. You never sieze to amaze me.

It probably won't make much sense to you. Again, not about suicide. It's not a goodbye, more of a memories. If you care enough to ask, I will gladly explain. ...

I wrote this poem. It's not about suicide, it's a different kind of goodbye. Insult this, rip it to shreads, don't read it... Feel free to do whatever you choose ...

I sit here in my room, Rocking in my chair. Wasting my life away my live with T.V. Thinking of you, I think of your smile. Which I love when ...

For those of you who don't know what a Haiku is, it's a form of Japanese poetry that has to be 5,7,5 syllables long in each of three lines respectively. ...

There is an orange grove…. down the way I used to squeak into on craptastic department store wheels With flimsy blond all around my head and in my face So ...

I wrote it for my crush and she loved it! I hope you do to! "I Love You" I traveled so far to hear you voice I rode to you ...

Lucid dreams abduct the veneer For there are things worse than death When in your restless mind, escape isn’t near Illusion paralyzes and reality takes its breath And they were ...

So bitter is the end So bitter it tastes like sugar Through tears and blur you stare And darkness stares back at you Stomach turns, palms sweat And you must ...

I've known you for a while I guess... about a 8 years or so. And I think now is the time for you to know. I think your special in ...

Err...Yeah forget this act like it never was crap nyw Thnx for your comments tough

It is not a normal pain that you feel when you lose her. It is not natural, not feigned. It cuts deep, boring into your soul and aching to pull ...

(I haven't posted in a while...so...have at it) The bar is just a little too high It hangs just out of reach I could get a stepladder Or even pull ...