Young Writers Society

LoveI would likeif you merely came across to me and saidwhat i'd love to sayWhat isn't loving anymore?and what isn't good?those meaningless wordsturned, almost bitter by timeI'm sure you meant ...

Give me something, Give me anything, Just a little pill, a little drink, I’ll take it all, An escape from the pain, Don’t worry, I’ll be OK, Just a little ...

The Sound of Strings strung with the music I am playing notes are wrapped around my fingertips and twining in my hair like moonbeams – shining fresh as raindrops and ...

These are a few poems I found that I wrote a while ago.. "Together" written when I was in the 5th grade Together, standing side by side, No matter black ...

Days and nights and eons ago the sun ran away from the moon. he went to parts unknown--the universe he said, was his oyster. mama moon didn't know what he ...

I've fallen to the ground and I fell hard when I fell off our wall of passion I ended up scarred I tried to tear down that wall but the ...

:Edits in Italics: if only you could calm me down in my damned staccato lifestyle cos i'm tired of all you've never given and i'm tired of losing you to ...

Days gone by Nights have flied Wishes have been dreamt Prayers left unsaid Everyone is sleeping Everyone but you Creeping around Up and down Worrying to the ground Pacing around ...

She was beat 11 times, By her father-she thinks She was afraid, Oh yes she was, She could not even blink. But listen to her, just right now, "It wasn't ...

I never knew When I held you close How lucky I really was But now as I sit Tears trapped In my heart I can see I had it all ...

I'm at your feet, Tears in my eyes, Can't hold on, Can't say good bye. So tired of putting on this smile, I know all I'll ever be to you, ...

[i]Wrote this last night...late. Not really sure what I was trying to say. Rhythm's off, any suggestions?[/i] You move like a rag doll A lost, absent rag doll Flopping where ...

As a horse lover, I just wrote this poem. I really love horses and exspcially racing. So I wrote this story for a racehorse, no certain one, but for all. ...

Okay, so this is a different poem... but I kinda liked it. The Box No Box Exists In Life, It only lives. It is the invisible wall, Between me and ...

Here's a little clue of what to do, if your son's best mate is Vanessa. If he likes to dance, swaps horror for romance, And applies for work ex as ...