Young Writers Society

Lewis Carroll here I come... shatterglass glass shatters as the butterfly steeped in chaos theories beats against my window with a strumming sound the lyrics of his song scraped against ...

I really don't like the ending last two lines, so I'd like some feedback on how to make atleast those better. cheers CL Muse Muse Circle v.2 roving touches faint ...

This is what happens with not enough sleep and too much caffeine, this is brought to you by an allnighter. So if you don't understand it, thats just fine with ...

DarkHeart the one that knows my darkerside caged and calloused through time the one that follows me with eyes filled with hopeful tears of glass the one that holds me ...

Hm. I got it and I liked up until this part! Agh! "Don’t wave those white flag just yet don’t let it get so out of hand that I can’t ...

i woke up with you in my arms with a smile as wide as you on my face. do you remember when i won you when the stars were red ...

***i suppose it's sort of a story in a poem in a story in a poem*** frilled dresses look so pretty against skinny white legs twirling happily on sparkling marble ...

As I wait here Waiting for someone to come back And tell me that I’m loved That I’m still alive That I’m forgiven I still don’t know What yesterday will ...

Funny how some dreams come true, What matters is that they do- Funny how I feel for you, When I look into your eyes... I'm stepping out, Into a brand ...

In the darkest time of twenty-four hours, His name is carved in a cement wall. Sweaty palms with visible calluses Grasp a pocketknife and start to chisel Wrapping his arms ...

She went on a journey of self discovery, Hiding herself from all those she knew, Afraid of what she’d find She left behind the only comfort of life. To know ...

****i figured i'd stick a rating on this baby, since it's about drugs, but it doesn't have any language or whatnot.**** there is something so soothing about rolling joints on ...

Mirror mirror on the wall Who’s the fairest of them all You with your dark hair and dusky eyes Lips a sinners plum Each word a delicate blossom Spilling, sweet ...

when I see you like this I want to force feed you pink ice cream until you vomit. without your knee high boots and sparkly shirt that proclaims you 'bitch ...

i hide my eyes behind thin strips of dried-out hair that filter the world yet they're the only crystals on my dull grey image that glitter. behind the defensive armour ...