Young Writers Society

How do you describe with words things beyond beauty and grace? Is there nothing I can say that will show you what I speak of? "So beautiful!" you will cry ...

Choices are the worst to make, Since there’s so much to choose, To choose to be a friend or more, Or choose to win or lose. To choose between his ...

Serendipity. All the random pieces coming together in one beautiful, enlightened moment. Did you used to believe, too? Serendipitous. Two random people coming together in one beautiful, foolish moment

It's very strange how I feel nothing for you anymore how I can touch you, taste you but not love you like before Even though I keep pushing you away, ...

Sorry, my updated version My name is Amy, It’s my birthday today I lie here unmoving No one cares anyway My face is beaten So bruised and black I lie ...

Kept in a cage, so full of rage I'm calling your name, giving up on my own game nothing's ever the same everything's bound to change wrapped up in chains, ...

Slit My wrists Slowly the pain is my one true love watch me bleed I'm smiling now, see? to me pain is like ecstacy nirvana or better I don't care ...

Mulling Over Wine: a Toast He is a cup of wine, brimming With Her honey, Her bitter droughts, Their molasses and vinegar. Can I taste it, or will He break? ...

Darn, Brad...when did you start writing like this? Darkness is daylight–At leastloneliness isn’t prostitution–May God wrest me from sanity. *gets the shivers* Oh, how I loved it. You should writ

Pillowcase Dog i went to your house last night and i met your dog i was lying on top of him, for quiet time until he fell out of his ...

it had to have been passion that snapped them off, for flowers and scissors do not mix in wine-drunk twilights and the gloom of unsteady streetlamps, especially not on nights ...

This poem was written by my friend Rachel, and I felt that it needed to be posted so that somewhere it could maybe make a difference. It's pretty simple and ...

For you I will write a song and sing it, I love you, I admit it. You are a dream come true I could not have coped without you. These ...

Winter ice on your unsheathed knife frozen blood and frozen tears newly spilt, so young and brittle, against my shoulder you whispered lies where once hope rose in cold eyes, ...

WHAT SHIPS MAY COME There's mist outside my window blanketing the street with white, And foreign shapes that struggle to be seen. I am not one to break the silence ...