Young Writers Society

Sitting alone here in the dark Drenched in pain I think of life Its all a game Of win and lose Of breaking through Its all fake Just a game ...

Flapping,breathing cold crisp air. A rider on my back, Hearing him laugh in sheer delight ,and knowing he to enjoys the flight, Is music to my ear. Reluctantly I come ...

Reverse into the field of nothingness and melt into the scenery so no one notices as you slowly DISAPEAR

Im not sure where this came from...deep down I guess. Its funny how emotions can be hidden so well, yet found so easily. -ibelieve_inme Moral meant more to you than ...

You come to me in search of passion. I run through slideshow clips, flashing screaming rain, bleeding ballerinas and opera-war on the backs of your retinas. Blinking them away, these ...

The biting cold jarred the habit-driven masses out of their waking dreamland. The chatter grew as minutes passed and their chariot had not yet arrived to take them to the ...

Teardrop As I silently cry, A little tear falls from my eye. Formed at last from my anguish, Gathered by another's dark wish. Oh me, oh my, the others sigh, ...

[unrefined; rip it to shreds] ... ... ... nose prints on beaded glass and marker-stained palms aside, she wonders how difficult it would be to reclaim the past. not the ...

Tybalt's challenge to Romeo: For the rogue Romeo of Montague: A noble not deservant of thy rank; For who would come in honesty and truth Behind an antic face to ...

I was born in a clearing near a lakemy earliest memories are but little of that timeor maybeit's that i don't want to rememberI still remember from the back of ...

Take an axeAnd cut me deepCut me cut me Till I screamGive me painMake me cry Test my patience Till I dieHit me hardGive me woundsTorture me torture meUntil I ...

It was the sixth of June that fateful day, The sky was dark across from the UK. The Allies attacked, the Nazi’s faltered, In their trenches, the Nazi’s cowered. The ...

I have been in there for countless years, My mind has been going as if with gears. Countless nights I’ve lain awake, My mind trying to formulate an escape. Seasons ...

These decadent days run a thick river through the westside of this town. We account bottlecaps and soda taps, to make a ledger of how much we drink of our ...

Your deep hazel green eyes are watching every move I make. And that feeling of love, it's increased. I'll never feel alone again when your by my side. You're the ...