Young Writers Society

When your head starts to spin And your mind gently bends And you want to be obsessed Without all that mess And your teeth yearn to ache With the sweetness ...

Christmas with a captial CHRIST, where school is canceled and the poor suffice. Where people work extra hours, like tiny little mice, for more of the money, of an amount ...

I see you in the morning window, your green apple eyes with a black licourish pupil match your extroadinary glow. The morning glistening sun envelops your caramel brown hair that ...

I won the lottery !! I chose lucky number seven, too bad I didn't win a one-way ticket to heaven. I did it !! I caught the biggest fish, too ...

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my teeth scream bloody tears of holes fill me up fill me up fill me down light is scary, I like the Dark(ness) (Re)volving pain inside my Crown. My crown ...

"me myself and I" It's me against the world If i must pick sides i choose my own i am an individual unique special "you are boyish" no, i am ...

Étrange The water from the tap is black, I sink in and I’m silent. The ripples are empty and echo. I have a feeling that the soap is washing nothing ...

100 years from now A child will be born and in it's inecnece will cry at all the crueltys of the world upon turning ten years old the child wuold ...

"Bitch"Why do you torment me so?Flaunting your good looksreminding us how pitiful we areyou prance everywhere you go the bouncing magnifying how silky your locks areboys eagerly follow youwanting a ...

Wrote this a while ago, and it's still not how I want it, even though I've had a couple of go's at it revision wise...and critique or comments would be ...

Stay with me or forever go If you leave then i don't want to know. Love me, or let me be Walk away and let me be free. Open your ...

Ever heard of the land of outside-in? People there are rude they never grin! I had to visit there for a week To visit my poor sick Uncle Kreek, He ...

Bitterness Blue-speckled frogs shoot arrows at her They think she is a pole Something to be stuck to when it snows When the cold makes numb the skin When the ...

This is entirely dedicated to Tarver Mathison, Tarver [The Newborn], and William [The Elder], the men who have inspired me so. Here be a short poem for all of you:In ...