Young Writers Society

( I know this needs some serious reworking, but for some reason I can’t get certain stanzas to flow no matter how hard I try. Suggestions?) Your eyes are bloodshot ...

i like how you think you know me, that you think i'm not so complex. i like how you don't see my mangled insides, waiting to break free and strangle ...

I knew a pearl lay on the ocean sand, And, fool that I am, I coveted it. With my plan half-formed and my heart in hand I convinced the inky ...

I thought he loved me He swore he would never ever leave me Why did he have to do this to me now? When I needed him so much?

this is a country-style song, so probably most of you won't want to read it...but if you do, thanks. Around This Wooden Table Verse 1 I was sittin’ at our ...

And with a whimper only it can hear, the world ends. There are no cries of grief, nor any of triumph, there is only that omnipresent silence; the half-burnt corpse ...

Two Cents If you had two cents For everything you said Would you talk more? Or would you talk less? If your thoughts were worth Each one cent You would ...

This came from something Aet Lindling said in the chat - I noticed her say "I once found a man named Oink", and I said it sounded like the started ...

Night to me is scary Night isn't very nice It takes away what we love the most Which is daytime. Sometimes I like the night When ever I want to ...

Purpose We all share equal rights on the earth Living under the sun Breathing the air of the sky Given life to decide for our selves Everyone each having moments ...

I just made this up right now and thought I should post it. It's not that great, tell me what you think of it! I haven't written a poem in ...

Black Widow Black widow hiding beneath the twilight of her room. Spinning her web of deceit, she utters a silent laugh, echoing in the darkest corners of the day. She ...

A Small Kid DreamIt overlooks a beautiful day we glint in our eyesWe can feel the affection, warmth, flavor and we can smell the seaWe see ourselves in the sky, ...

I weave characters by day Spin plot lines at night I form a web of deceit, masked in letters Ink is my thread Paper is my foundation I ensnare readers ...

Ouroboros water is Life mothers’ wombs are liquid havens giving birth in a world of their own like the oceans teeming with life from the white caps of the waves ...