Young Writers Society

When I was a girl My mother would say 'Don't say mean things in the rain For you can't predict the day' When I got older I remembered what she ...

Pain Come Softly Believe me like you did before the rain, like when with Night we sang the hymn of lost travail. Empirical intents attain the whims of times and ...

It’s late, I enter to an empty house. Cold...alone.. I head up the stairs, no one. I grab a drink from the kitchen and walk to my room, Then I ...

Gods how I love you so much And I'm itching just to feel your touch I want you to have my soul my flesh and blood But you've left me ...

In a dream that I had It was just you and me It was dark all around And clouds filled the sky A light flashed above Then a crack split ...

In the darkness creatures hide Following you by your side When you take them from the night The little devils will take flight All around you strange things play Getting ...

I am me I wonder why I can fly I see blood on my clothes I hear the voice of a boy cry I want to know what I’ve come ...

It was that one trip to the house Why did we have to go? That’s where it all started It’s not our fault, we didn’t know! So we went to ...

For a second I click away the media I can breathe while snapping shut X’s And as I tick past windows I can’t help But wonder what I’m really worth ...

Well it's been a few months since I've written anything that could be considered poetry, so I thought I'd give it another go. I've probably lost my touch. Enjoy. Snake-Lady ...

Sitting in a dark corner, Unable to move, The nightmare I expierenced, Left me confused. Staring at the body, Laying five feet away, I wish for it to move, But ...

---Based upon actual events, my actual expierence. It's a bit morbid actually, you might find it cruel even. But, I mind not, comment on it. My friends found it hilarious. ...

Drugged Diatribe Canto I Proud beneath colorful and drab delusions that beckon me from the non-truth that always seems to grow, fungally, on my mind. Harbinger! Harbinger! My mind shouts ...

Ring Lost on Road I look out and see it’s not dark yet; the patched roads shimmer in falling drizzle afternoon. A single piece of silver falls from my hand ...

my tongue is dry now, my cheeks are salty from tears, my thoat is clogged with unspoken words. ti prego, non lasciarmi i tried to find you. stumbling through the ...