Young Writers Society

Providentially, he was potentially, Enamoured by the glamour Of his near flawless stammer, Till the words he spun changed, substantially. Sneeringly the lies were spat from his tongue, Conjuring long ...

In an instant, everything could end In just one moment, the tears could all stop falling Just one little cut, just a little deeper than the others That's all it ...

Okay, So....I hope my writing is improving. I normally write novels and short stories but I've made it a goal to master poetry writing. I am so far from being ...

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I've been really deppressed latel, and all I can write is deppressing things.. but anyways, please crit! ------------------------------------------------------------------ A child’s so innocent unti

Lonely Violin Alone in lost, a silent string Bound in firm, in place of wings Holds a loft, this gentle soul As he plays in long, what his heart doth ...

As I Run This Blade Threw My Flesh In A Hours Time I'll Be Out Of Breath Lying Still In A Pool Of Blood Know I Lost My One True ...

Six cold black statues, Each with small beetle-like eyes. They stare right through My very soul. Why are they frightened? I can see fear in their eyes. Why are they ...

I cough. I wheeze. Suddenly, my lungs feel As if they were Filled with water. My throat feels as if it were a clogged drain. The coughing fit won't stop. ...

Sticky sweat dripping down my face. Neighborhood kids running in a race. Eating ice cream, swimming in the pool, ANYTHING to help stay cool. Hopscotch on the concrete, The hot ...

Grass, what hides underneath your long green locks? Levi, who swings on his stomach, pretending to be Superman. Mushroom, are you an umbrella for insects? Levi, who runs screaming from ...

Down in a valley, a quaint little town is nestled in the hills, as snug as a bird in its nest. The grass on the hills is tainted aqua with ...

When autumn comes, The leaves fall off the trees Like that piece of homework you threw away and “forgot” to show to your parents When the teacher gave it a ...

Plip. Plip. Plip. Plip-plop, plip-plop. Plip-SHWASH! Plop-KACHANG! SHWASH! KA-CHANG! SHWASH! The gleaming metal fountain Turns on in the morning. Starts with a trickle, Like a dove’s coo. Building a

Limp. Breathless. and Lifeless. Pulled through a field, like a toddler with a blanket. Uncared for and beaten Bruises cover her body. The shovel slams, into the dirt he lowers ...