Young Writers Society

~*~ Second Chances ~*~ Lacking the will to maintain the pain Of loneliness, amorphous memories remain Of never tasting the decadence the elixir of love contains So I'll chance you ...

It's kind of short, but I get the point of what you are trying to say.

Ok People!!!! I haven't posted anything in a while so maybe some of my stalkers have sumthin to smile about now ~*~ Familiar Stranger ~*~ At nightfall when tucked away ...

Black as night, Dreams of fright. Heart is true, Eyes of blue. Skin of white, Flees from light. Hope is lost, Power’s cost. Time just ends, No loose ends. Death ...

After the Rain dedicated to my mother The scent is familiar, A mixing, Blending Of clean cut grass and damp earth. I almost, alomst forgot how to smell. Days pass ...

Death What is death, but leaving this world and entering another. confronting god, him chosing your fate, hell or heven What is death, if god is in your heart, but ...

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Standing out in the rain. Look up to the sky. Rain falls onto my face. Blood dripping off my hands. Mix with the water. Tears pour down my face. I'm ...

Around midnight we shut off the lights and left our fetal pigs to chill. We found an all night diner that smelled of formaldehyde and biscuits baking. I ordered coffee ...

She jumped into her bed at night with fears For creatures scratched and clawed their way to her the monsters kept her up and caused her tears they scared her ...

Simple Joys Laugh at every moment, Find the joy in every day, Love the endless mystery, That guides us on our way. Cry for joy when morning comes, Smile at ...

Limp. Breathless. and Lifeless. Pulled through a field, like a toddler with a blanket. Uncared for and beaten Bruises cover her body. The shovel drives into the ground below the ...

The treetops flutter, swaying in the wind, gracefully, like dancers on a sky-blue stage. The rough-barked trunks groan and sigh like souls weary from age and wisdom. The gods breathe ...

The skitter of the needle on the record, and I can see you eyes - sick, wolflike - twitching in seas of grays, a quality of consciousness as clear as ...

You open the door, yeah it's her. lying there on the floor. Do you know why? Because you hit her for the last time today. She said it was over, ...