Young Writers Society

I wrote this as a Christmjas present for my mother. It iis printed on clear glass with a picture of me. A mother is someone to lean on. A mother ...

Dungeons and dragons by morning Chess club meetings by afternoon And if he enough time at the end of the day He'd sit down and watch his favorite anime cartoon ...

Welcome to my world, my love. ‘Tis a scary place. I wouldn’t know. For dawn has just begun; The light begins to shine. Who knows what the day will bring? ...

"You're making a mistake" I said. " I think you should wait" I said. But you didn't listen I know what this thing can bring disaster But you refused to ...

When the World Spins Out of Control When the world spins out of control, It's usually best to consult a troll. For he tends to give the best advice Unless ...

I want to enter the realms of nostalgia again, all the newspaper cuttings and the sentiment wrapped up in bittersweet memories; I want to give you my coat so you ...

I shall now go crit a load of poems since this is my second piece I posted this week and I've yet to crit anything myself. I don't even know ...

More Christmas morbality brought to you by TBR Inc.! And there is the link to the site of the original, if you want to be "cheery." Also this is the ...

I know what this is about, but you probably won't. ----- I didn’t break it, it was him. Blame me for the lost pieces of your heart. Sticky are your ...

I miss you when I watch you walk out the door You are the one I love and the one I adore, The warm smile on your friendly face Shows ...

Take a look in my mind, be surprised of what you will find. Take a step forward, and walk towards My thoughts and feelings combined with the truth, my thoughts ...

I was walking down Fay avenue one Halloween night I turned up a path to the front door of a house I pushed the doorbell, in hope of an answer ...

Free muffins to anyone that can guess the subject. She's His Birth Stone They met in passing, in a line where crucifixes choked the streets, and shot jolts at the ...

she was born in august an empty month, summer fleeting with the moon. she thought blood was prettier splattered on the stained- glass that was his church, but her god ...

I have no idea if anybody will remember this... or if it has been posted, but me and a pal wrote this... a long time ago. Enjoy. Sorrow, depressed, lifeless, ...