Young Writers Society

"Midnight shakes the memory as a madman shakes a dead geranium" - TS Eliot - Rhapsody on a windy night Look out the window at midnight As dusty wind blows ...

I know we're not supposed to preface our work, but I'm going to. The spacing in this is fairly important, and I can't make the site accept and keep the ...

I'm in a sudden... parinoid skitzofranic mode... so... yeah... : these are what tears cause, nothing good ever comes out of them: -Me It’s the looming scent of hand-lotion That ...

You know what I want I know you’re not stupid I don’t need you to look at me Like I'm some kind of lost puppy Emotionally Unsheltered I can’t believe ...

Dawn of creation The clouds roared, wind cried. The moon glistened, and sun sighed. Earth enforced its wish with all might, Time enforced its ultimate right- All asking the creator ...

Trance It was clearing up…from dizzy, To a touchable entity but yet was not still. It was dancing to and fro. Sometimes going out of frame. Then as on a ...

Trying to slit my throat with a pin But look where it’s getting me. All that came of my dowsing with death Was the feeling of a knife in my ...

I aughtn't to like you God I aught to hate your fucking guts. You've wrecked my life Killed my dad You're killing my sister. I'd talk to someone else that ...

In a dark little worldAll my ownI am lost without a purporseI am all aloneSometimes to othersI ask them to help meThen they reliseI cannot seePeople only seea pretty little ...

As i lay awake at night, I think about the day that just went by, Wondering if I could have changed anything to make it better. I think about my ...

Shadow searching in a cathedral while vocalising to the choir's tune angel's shattered tears are on the dripping window fantastic fantasies flipping over each other while spitting diamonds up into ...

The moment you were hurt, the warmth Was gone With your song. Soon the chills of bitterness Come creeping Quietly keeping The rhythm of your pain. To escape You must ...

A night’s tale He sang all night, no matter what! Darkness and its black gala mantle, Was tightening it grip, Knotting and trying to suffocate us. His subtle fingers could ...

I can't believe my eyes, Have i decieved my own self once again in believing i know what's best for me. How can all fot his be true, You told ...

I can't believe my eyes, Have i decieved my own self once again in believing i know what's best for me. How can all fot his be true, You told ...