Young Writers Society

PART I translucent smoke lucid dreaming in red rose haze voices the colour of tinted glass and eyes that reflect light mirrors PART II I say to you With all ...

The Khaia Delum J.K. Bonogofsky Where now is the one who hath promised his aid? We wait as the darkness moves in. Where be thy sword whose service was vowed, ...

A/N= ehe. this actually stared as an assignment. We had 7 minutes to write a poem about whatever came to mind. Well, since I had "Ghost of a Rose" by ...

1 You broke my heart But at least I still have my art I’ll read movies I’ll watch books I’ll live, breathe, and fuck art You watch me I’ll be ...

The little boy decides to quit the game before It's even started, causing Massive headaches in Administration. He is eventually deleted from computer files because Life would be so much ...

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You can’t love me. What I am Who I was Fishnet tights, Prada on concrete and lying broken My dreams are broken Yours are still alive Let them live and ...

It's dark outside cold and alone I walk down the street my hands in my pockets my heart beating fast I quicken my pace to leave this place quicker footsteps ...

Suck-ass comeback to whatever I used to do... Something I might never do again... HOW CAN YOU SAY I WAS EVEN CONSIDERABLY GOOD AT THIS WHEN I WASN'T? I CAN'T! ...

collisionchaos virtues and pretty little emo boys fixated on lollipops and snowcones cover my skin with revenga and cinnamon sticks chemicals can't get everything clean thoughts are still blackened by

I've broken many nails over you that I've not bothered to fix because you wouldn't notice if I did and I'd love to see that smile of yours, the one ...

two random people get pushed together and one runs scared of what together they could be. what is it about the future that frightens me so i can hardly breathe, ...

please, take out my heart, and replace it with an empty chest cavity. i would rather not feel anything at all, than torment of a heartless lust. like skeleton fingers, ...

out of neuralgia's dark hotness (sweating and retching), darling i demur all night, except at your contigent contours. i smoulder and smudge tears into blood. were your soporific stories only ...