Young Writers Society

I wrote this a few years back for my language class when we were talking about WWII ---------------- Schorching fire Burning flames The pheonix screeches A trill of pain Silence, ...

This is my first post here, so obviously I'm not exactly in tune with the usual forum etiquette that pervades through most of the message boards I've visited before online. ...

He paces his quarters, One hand on his belt. The other, beside him, Gloved in fine lion's pelt. The firelight warms him, Though not to the core. He sobs with ...

The westward wind blows, A keeper of secrets long past. Such marvels they hold!

Silent Life In the deep, lonely forest, the birds sing their solemn serenade. A string of wind blows, heaving a burden of stories. The aura of evening approaches, comforting a ...

I wear a smile So you can't see The pain in my heart The real me I hide in my room To escape the pain But there is no hiding ...

Although I broke your heart I hope you know my feelings For you are strong... I wish I hadn't told you it was time to move on.. to see other ...

It's frustrating to know that You're different to everybody, and everyone thinks they know You. We're all just curious brush strokes and You hide Your secrets too well. Why don't ...

I'm not really sure if this is the right place for this but... This is something I wrote a few years ago, originally it was a short song, It's not ...

Honestly, as I was reading that piece I just kept thinking to myself "those are a lot of wishes." This is so hard for me to criticize because quite frankly ...

Is there a reason I am here? What makes me a human, A person who has emotion And independent thought. Life is so complicated sometimes. Sometimes so simple it's complicated. ...

Why am I put into this world? Is there no meaning for me to be here? Because all I see is me failing life as we know it. Giving up ...

The Prisoner He sits in his lonely cell, Isolated within stone walls. Passing years stole his youth, Rats nibbled his strength away. He tries to reach the sky But is ...

I watch you standing there With longing, wistful eyes If you knew what I was thinking, I think you’d be surprised. Because I bet you didn’t know That I dream ...

Shaking hands and desperate sighs, Listen to my scream of screams, Your life and mine the fear of fears, Take my hand dont let me be. The touch of sight ...