Young Writers Society

Blood splatters on the window sill, I stand, poised, tip-toed and tasting the flammable air. Wallpaper adorned with flags and the thought of united we fall, it slips down the ...

You know the subject. RETURN It wasn't as if you left your house in order: hell in a handcart would be more appropriate, holding your headache in your hands through ...

Trapped in emotion,Lost in confusion,Always looking in from the outside,The chaos in this world,Will make me lose my mind.Civil War and cyber lore,Millions of cars and a race to Mars,The ...

The war is done,The right has one.Defeated and banished,Is the evil one.Cheers and celebrations galore,And all are jolly like never before.But alone in the peaceful world I find,That many a ...

Life is a pen, darling. If we cannot erase, then - must we resign ourselves to leave the page?Are not more beautiful when marred? Immersed in navy blue regret on ...

Depression weighs heavily, Soaking the exam papers— I’m already drowning in— And the ink trails down my face, The dark veins of my soul Eyes droop wearily, And I squint ...

From beyond the horizon the armies come, marching in time with the drum, and the many trumpets sound, until the message shakes the ground. They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies ...

(I had to write this for school. I figured I'd post it.) Feeding print in finery At the hypocenter of Death-defying reality – You feel the guilty casualty Of a ...

Alone, child, you whisper You cannot face this world With thin air on your arm – Searching from darkness, You scrounge dumpsters And struggle to shine light All the way ...

dance floor sagas are created and shattered among liquid stripes of light and congealing techno beats that fuse hipbones together. lean fingers scrabble for a taste of flesh real skin ...

'Rapture me,' you sang to me, 'Please succumb my soul from this wretched body.' I apologized, and refrained from doing so. 'Apathy,' you explained, 'Is greater an opiate than religion.' ...

Something from the archives of my life. I think I wrote this a year ago. Enjoy. The Sunset The waning light glanced off the bay piercing the sand near were ...

The only draft that has been drafted is the one presented here. Not my best work, but it's something recent that I'm fond of. The Tragedy of a Tradeoff (Haiku) ...

Welcome to the evermore pool Opulent and crystalline, you drip Sweet stillness on sour minds. Echoes of souls within Its cryptic depths – locked Water-tight clandestine Fingers golden in the ...

battered shins and you with your John Lennon glasses (pick between your teeth.) a phonographic needle of the brain bop shu bop bop. and me Miss Mercy Blue Eyes, cold ...