Young Writers Society

I am still your little girl, but I am growing older. I know you don't want me to turn, but if I don't grow I cant learn. If I don't ...

I will cry of a teapot to the head. Blown wisely and swift over whistling and giggling, the tatter about. I will diminish my tea to half a cup to ...

Star gazing on the beach hearing the waves crash listening to the sea gulls I can no longer see the sun but the moon, she is in her fullest state ...

I admire my bed for all its warmth and comfy-ness during my starlight voyages. We would sail across my river of memories and find all sorts of nightmares trying to ...

can you see the sunset from the southside? can you see the sunrise from the east? can you hear me whisper with your ears closed? can you taste the wind ...

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I want to leave a red hot burning brand on the world, I want to sit in Heaven watching the earth be twirled, I want to make a giant tattoo ...

Kaitak, July 1997 [pre]Morning; The smell of scrambled eggs permeates The air; the English rain fights At the window. Except we are not in England. The mist parts to reveal ...

Say "Sienara" to this diorama of my life. I'm tired of being a clay-mation in this old shoe box of a situation. Stop trying to mold my mind its not ...

I don't think I can take another lie. I'm filled to the brim and Spilling. Over. Over you and over eyes, and over falls I'm over lies. You've poured me, ...

[pre]There the child stands, her dress of lavender reaching only to scraped knees. Cleome crowns her gold-brown hair, woven by the stems. An assorted bouquet she clutches in both hands, ...

Unwilling to leave, Yet unable to stay. This is the predicament, I find myself in today. To move onward, Or to remain where I am, My heart says no, While ...

Diva O Traveller! Have you not seen the angel of Hell? Her fiery touch melts my skin, Leaving a mark that spells out Catastrophe! The smell of burning roses, It ...

Blood has been spilt here Armour-clad bodies litter the ground The smell of death is in the air The reason long forgotten Lonely are the few who stir Even as ...

I note the lacking of your love Pulls tautly at the seams of mine, Unraveling my woven dream Of something that I couldn't find. Your wayward way of walking home, ...