Young Writers Society

NOTE: It is really difficult writing a poem based on something that's 100% true and that actually happened. I already ...

blue funkblue funk -- n : a state of nervous depression this day, such a hazy day, the grey smog ...

I wrote this poem for school and my teacher thought it was very powerful so I decided to see what ...

you think you are so intelligent with your obscure references to pop culture and your convoluted metaphors involving fairytale words ...

fractures. hairline fractures are hard to see unless the right light hits at just the right angle- then I can ...

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I am tired of living, am tired of the flaws. I'm tired of giving all that I have up for ...

I haven't talked to you in ages You haven't talked to me We've spoken Said hello Passed words back and ...

You used to tell me things were safe That I could be myself around you Open up and let myself ...

For a season I live by the lie we call love— A temporary insanity I held onto Yet I knew ...

A moth fluttered in, confused by the yellow unforgiving incandescent light. It was seeking the moon. The girl cupped him ...

Locked away in the towers of safety Shackled to protection’s prison As you watch your world crumble to ashes They ...

ok, so this isn't perfect or great or amazing and it's entirely spur of the moment but it's exactly how ...

I liked this! Good good! Lots of emotion!! ~Lollipop~

January. We were sitting in opposite ends of a big blue room With just our shadows for company And there ...