Young Writers Society

this rotting place will turn to black soon the sun has bled its way to sleep behind the jagged edges ...

Please just kill this thing. I wouldnt mind some advice on the structure either. I just want to die. End ...

there once was a mongolian barbecue where two old ladies sat in their rocking chairs to drink steam tea every ...

flood, selfish thoughts and wishes, just a flash of name gives desire. attach perverted thoughts for such a small infatuation. ...

I feel so...teenagerish. So very very teenagerish. Urgh. I hate it when i feel like that. But, here it is. ...

...sometimes I really do think I hate you. Beautiful. Lovely. Deep. Meaningful. Only problem is with the second stanza, did ...

The blade cuts through her skin, Like glass shattering on rock, Finding it’s too hard, She can’t stop, Wrist so ...

To The Sound Of Tuesday The twilight forced itself on the surroundings, and paper was the resistance. Lighting a fire ...

Tell-y tell-y tell-ephone! See the tell-evision on. Tune the tell-emarketer And make 'im tell all. Tell-y tell-y tell-y tell-y telly ...

i frown as the purple late-night sky moves above, my tongue moves along the roof of my mouth, as through ...

will dirty hands pretend nothing had happened?under whose banner shall i manifest?by what way shall i decide the atavistic question, ...

My life is complete as long as you are beside me. If ever you were to leave me Id be ...

°°°°bitter? moi?°°°° a chance encounter on a grey bus. there is something about public transport and meetings with enemies; the ...

Empty i walk alone in the thoughts of dispear i feel nothing,no pain,no fear i am empty inside the lands ...

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