Young Writers Society

I know what this is about, but you probably won't. ----- I didn’t break it, it was him. Blame me for the lost pieces of your heart. Sticky are your ...

I miss you when I watch you walk out the door You are the one I love and the one I adore, The warm smile on your friendly face Shows ...

Take a look in my mind, be surprised of what you will find. Take a step forward, and walk towards My thoughts and feelings combined with the truth, my thoughts ...

I was walking down Fay avenue one Halloween night I turned up a path to the front door of a house I pushed the doorbell, in hope of an answer ...

Free muffins to anyone that can guess the subject. She's His Birth Stone They met in passing, in a line where crucifixes choked the streets, and shot jolts at the ...

she was born in august an empty month, summer fleeting with the moon. she thought blood was prettier splattered on the stained- glass that was his church, but her god ...

I have no idea if anybody will remember this... or if it has been posted, but me and a pal wrote this... a long time ago. Enjoy. Sorrow, depressed, lifeless, ...

Social Omnipotence Love and hate encased in one note, recycled, but the memory of the last one erased. They fall like hopes, crippled with granduer, parallel veins, staves for the ...

An innocent Little Girl, Big green eyes and Blonde curls, Dancing in the living room, Giggles and twirls. A sweet little lady, Pig tails and fake pearls. Dancing on the ...

>.> I Cannot write poetry, but I Did write this piece, long time ago... so lame.. The wind howls through the trees A forboding aura hovers around the darkened forest ...

White shirt is dirty Black pants don't fit anymore I wait for laundry

There was built a city, A miniature place Where snow always fell; All within a glass orb. From outside a window, A boy desired that city, And when the keeper ...

Watch the sunset with me, Take me by the hand. Brush away the tears, Tell me that you understand. Show me that you love me, Hold me close at night. ...

Teenager Recollections 12-16-05 SteamPain! FearBlood! Anger-angst, lost-found, groping-shrieking something dark. A tune of incoherency blares trumpet-pound Pond-Pollution, but the shadow is here!-Fear

Run, run for your life Run, don’t stop to scream No time for fear, no time to be scared There's just now, and you need to run He's right behind ...