Young Writers Society

In the shadows, watching, trembling, and waiting. Eyes not dark with evil, bloodlust, or rage, eyes sad and lonly. No one loves. No one cares. All because of father. My ...

As I lay my soul to die. Some may cheer and others cry. As my blood is washed away A prayer is said, remember today! Shed no tears for me ...

I'm on your front lawn, head between my knees, whispering prayers into the soil that's been scuffed up by my pacing feet -- It's been hours, now and three feet ...

The silence is a room you’ve moved into, with jaundiced wallpaper and iron cast windows that don’t quite keep the draft out --or the light in. Here the whispering is ...

We drop our prayers into the mirrored blue and watch them ripple out in arcs across the stars, because here we are never more than inches below gravity, rattling the ...

Frost on a windowpane Delicate as a rose, Cold as a tumbling waterfall Fragile as our impermanent lives. Fireworks on New Years Eve Bright as the eye of a child ...

Why do I love you? Because you are young? Because you are a man? Because you’re a 6 months older? Or simply, because you are: you! Why do I love ...

okay so I know not everyone here watches anime but I did write this for Al. for people that read this and don't get what it means. well long story ...

Incandescence wrote:I once shrugged from his touch, flinchingas his moist breath hit my skin. Few words lingeredin my throat as my bones turned to cinderand his fingertips became as snow ...

uncertainties I do not know who I am. (I do not know who I'll become) or if I'll become anyone for that matter. I do not know if I will ...

Thou shalt not interview thysely... Thou shalt show the entire maneuver... Thou shalt not covet the Jet Sky... Thou shalt compromise thy soundtrack... Thou shalt not wheelie air... Thou shalt ...

I know it. I feel it. I breath it. It never stops gnawing away at me. I shake myself to cast out the demons, but Guilt never leaves; it sticks ...

And with her artists' tool she scribed Her masterpiece of art The curlicues and pirouettes bleeding from her heart With unknown grace The ink seeped out But never too too ...

a big black bad bug bleeds black blood from its bladder and it shudders when it waddles to the toilet and its name is Adder and it gets more badder ...

This is just a poem I made up, so don't ban me from this forum. don't you cough or i'll say p*** off Don't call me thick or i'll call ...