Young Writers Society

Scientific statistics have so far proved that out of all professions, writers are the most likely to develop mental unstabilities. You never forgot how to write, did you? When nights ...

and it was sweet perfection, a collection of simple memories. Don’t you remember? together among miles of emerald grass, the popsicle juice spilling down your chin, our endless games of ...

this is in the form of a pantoum. ____________________________________ He spoke with marble words, Desired, yet—hard and cold, Never unheard, these were the words Which hailed upon her hardwood soul

Birds in the night, Their cries of fright, Make a camper wonder What on Earth could make them sound Like clouds of frightening thunder. He stands up from the forest ...

Taken in by people's charm Innocent flirting, causing no harm, Until it leads to something deep Where I dream of you in my sleep. Outside beauty, inner disgust This fling ...

Sunset slips on like silk, touching golden on your supple skin. And the earth is graspless, as if without friction on this dazzling twilight that refuses to engulf the azure ...

I'll breathe before I run again. Lure me in before I wake up and this moment's just a passing dream. Your eyes call me, make me long for more. Are ...

The Firefly’s Glow Do you remember The fireflies that danced Between our hands, Tantalizing us with their glow? How we ran than night, Dashing through the meadow Like tameless spirits, ...

Sweet sisters’ mine, here now forever more. after a lifetime of separation— of ignorant incompletion— I am fulfilled. Heart, is alternately light and heavy. I am torn— twixt two families, ...

Tears of blood, Tears of fear. Tears of love. My crimson tears. They burn my face, Yet they are shed. My mind is lost, My heart is dead. I accept ...

Blood splatters on the window sill, I stand, poised, tip-toed and tasting the flammable air. Wallpaper adorned with flags and the thought of united we fall, it slips down the ...

You know the subject. RETURN It wasn't as if you left your house in order: hell in a handcart would be more appropriate, holding your headache in your hands through ...

Trapped in emotion,Lost in confusion,Always looking in from the outside,The chaos in this world,Will make me lose my mind.Civil War and cyber lore,Millions of cars and a race to Mars,The ...

The war is done,The right has one.Defeated and banished,Is the evil one.Cheers and celebrations galore,And all are jolly like never before.But alone in the peaceful world I find,That many a ...

Life is a pen, darling. If we cannot erase, then - must we resign ourselves to leave the page?Are not more beautiful when marred? Immersed in navy blue regret on ...