Young Writers Society

Anticipation. Great dark swells of scorn and hate I wait for fury. Wasnt exactly sure which catagory a haiku would fit under but hey give me a break, after all ...

Rejection I took my place in the music room. And I sit there waiting for him. He comes in as usual. So casual and yet a look of indifference on ...

One hates to love One loves to hate The two of them relate. One fights for love One loves to fight Neither are in the right. One kills to love ...

Darkness The vast cloud of death In the Eye of the Storm In the heart of the madness A spark A shimmer A flame Golden fire Ever-shining Everlasting Mighty fuel ...

I see her face on every child, On every bus, in every blink. She’s calling, pleading; Her silent voice travels on the wind. It’s the song of a blue jay ...

The sun will rise Upon the East The time will come To laugh and feast A cloud will pass Bringing rain An introduction To fear and pain The water darkenss ...

You’re wondering if I’m in love OK then, yes, I’m in love like a new age Juliet standing on a street corner with my one of a kind Romeo drunkenly ...

If only there was such a way, For him to know my heart How desperately my weary soul longs For us to never be apart But the most unbearable of ...

I cut and bleed, I cry but that's just me. I'm not happy of who I am or what I could do; but no, I don't wish I was you. ...

I promise you I tried to be everything that you wanted me to be. But it wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough. Don't mind choking on cold regrets. I'm already ...

Little doll, all you ever were was my play thing. Broken face, torn ego, your heart has turned to coal. Won't you smile for me once more? and I broke ...

You are always there for me. Some may disagree with you, you keep a srong head. You over look others who see only bad in you. Many enemies. More followers. ...

Mesmerized by the thick blanket of snow Blowing air on a frosted piece of glass Everybody becomes friends and not foe Building snowmen that hope to come alive Placing ornaments ...

Lying on the cool country grass, I connect the many stars in the sky. Hoping you join me, but you aren’t there. You stopped listening to me, Haven’t returned my ...

Latin Lover Moonlight entwined on naked skin, Full of passion, full to the brim, Teasing gestures from big brown eyes, Night time shattered by climatic cries. Fingers explore every curve ...