Young Writers Society

I stand in woods Watching the full-moon There are no stars in the sky The moon weeps for her friends absence She calls for them Still no stars She calls ...

When You Return My Love I won’t say if you do, or I hope you will I can feel it in heart that beats faster just for you I know ...

True Love, You'll Always Find It What if he pretended to love you? He held you like you were everything He never let anything or anyone hurt you What if ...

The faucets of this glass which always lie true are engraved with words - Mother, I love you. Your voice echoes long in this hollow domain: "Tha needs teh get ...

The wire breaks The window shakes The people hurry out The composer starts to shout The others look on with disdain as if the pianosist caused them pain the pianoist ...

happyness is in youre frame of mind, if you put youre trust in it it forms a bind, a bind that grows all to fast with time, it will destroy ...

Mother is downstairs, Hesitant fingers asking The concertina to sing In the dimly lit kitchen. It speaks slowly, new life Taken into her arms Long-barren of child. Their growth intertwines. ...

Bonsoir Open your eyes, Grazed by the thorns of a miserable life; Do you see your fate? Lie down, in the endless path of gliding memories...such wonders! Ah, sing them ...

I am tired, Used to be wired. Fallen in a dream, So it seems. I thought I was awake; My conscience was telling me something fake. Floating through a new ...

I am still your little girl, but I am growing older. I know you don't want me to turn, but if I don't grow I cant learn. If I don't ...

I will cry of a teapot to the head. Blown wisely and swift over whistling and giggling, the tatter about. I will diminish my tea to half a cup to ...

Star gazing on the beach hearing the waves crash listening to the sea gulls I can no longer see the sun but the moon, she is in her fullest state ...

I admire my bed for all its warmth and comfy-ness during my starlight voyages. We would sail across my river of memories and find all sorts of nightmares trying to ...

can you see the sunset from the southside? can you see the sunrise from the east? can you hear me whisper with your ears closed? can you taste the wind ...

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