Young Writers Society

With some black clouds I feel pain in heart Many rainfalls have passed You didn't come With smell of wet mud My breathing stops Many wetness in my eyes have ...

Why does the world turn? why Is the grass green is it sick? Why do wonders hide within the ferns? Why do we call a young river a crick? who ...

I never knew you were so stupid I never knew you were that desperate Going out with her Going out with that thing I just keep on wondering What in ...

Christmas Time That favorite time of year is here The one you spend with family dear Shopping, wrapping, sending, giving Laughing. Loving, eating, wishing Christmas cheer is all around Presents ...

“Babel” I fly above the men below Who’s backs all bend with years of woe. I warn them they should build no more, I cry for them while high I ...

Hark, a whistle on high, A sweet, cool chirp from the clouds above, Those clouds that shine on the human race, Illuminating souls and lives outright, Yet, in the darkness ...

The End Ward The frothy liquor burbled, Synthing surely into mead, Gurgling, sucking, wrenching, As the old nurse said. She was a women of passion, Medicines sliding through her hands, ...

Wow I love it. I can feel the emotion when i read it as well. It gave me chills. I really enjoyed reading it. What I would give to be ...

Goodbye It’s not easy To say the word It hurts inside Feeling torn Leaving’s hard Cause everything’s behind But it’s ok You’ll be fine I believe in you Like you’ve ...

I feel like something is missing. As many crits as possible please, I am very open-minded about this one. Editing suggestions in as we go along I’ve never felt as ...

The artist scuplts her a set of cherub lips, two handfuls of breasts and twists her locks with gritted stone. He sets her in a garden; a fountain splashing ghosts ...

The Daemon’s Bride He works, shaping and crafting my future happiness with His tools of science. I watch, a foul smile on a foul face. She will be like me, ...

A cryptogram drained by empty spaces Heaps of dots; its only taste of ink Collusion between confusion -A pen, a scrap of paper- Sweat grieves on your forehead, The clock ...

I stand here and watch the busybodies. Electric doors, street vendors, warm exhaust fumes choke the passersby. Mistletoe boughs climb street poles and Santa’s bell rings lightly. I stand and ...

You drank, You hit, You yelled, You cried... You swore, You spent, You wasted, You dealed... You loved, You lived, You stayed, You knew... You hissed, You beat, You stomped, ...