Young Writers Society

The Faucet is on the Fritz This faucet is on the fritz. Drip, Drip, Drip, Every morning another drip. The beads of water gather at the tip, gaining weight with ...

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Okay, here's my second full length poem. And by the way, the character isn't mentioned much, but all of this are his thoughts on the subject...anyways, begin. HUMAN NATURE I ...

Hmm what to say about this one... I wrote it after a long conversation with my ex. Funny how something that happened three years ago can still affect you. Anyways ...

I try and I try and I try I can't reach the top so many so many people I see above me All up there Basking the the glory of ...

Jenny sits and waits As he comes closer To her I love him so much she thinks to herself so much He comes nearer still He smiles when he sees ...

Please tell me what you think of it! Its Last Moments It kissed my hand and then looks up. Forlorn brown eyes stared into mine. I pet the head and ...

What do you see when you close your eyes? A million tiny dots? What you had for breakfast? A loved one's face? Perhaps you see God. Good for you. Let ...

Lost I’ve been lost before, Lost and not found, Like a piece of sea glass taken by the tide, I was taken by the pain, Swept away by the burn ...

I try so fucking hard sometimes That I forget that I’m alive. Standing on a ledge and down below photographers and news reporters flash, and oh, the wind - I ...

All that time I’d been staring beyond the window, at a wraith that wouldn’t show its face. For years it had floated, for years I had watched until it flicked ...

[pre]If you ask me my name, I will tell you I've none. A name is but a title, albeit an achievement. Unearned as of yet, but awaiting. Resting silently atop ...

Time tick-tocks itself away, as I remain in this solidified place. Exiled from my world, stuck in a lonely shadow without any light. The whisper of the nightly wind is ...

[pre]How? I stroll throughout the halls in quest of your features longing to suffer in your arms that effortless glance sends pins along my life why be so kind? In ...

Firetaming and storytelling Don’t you remember, when were but boys? The world collapsing, in ripples of noise When we as children in the forgotten land, Slipped through the town like ...