Young Writers Society

Disagreeable Persons (Grammar's) First Person: Extended pornography- Strippers hide their souls.

I'm no poet. I can't rhyme. So I made a um.. non-rhyming poem. This is really out of character for me. Enjoy... I guess. Your words hit me, Like a ...

I have always been Afraid of the dark, Of all the little creatures that Can grab you while you’re in bed, Of the eight tiny spiders you swallow in your ...

His voice is sweet like honey, Smooth and delicious. The beat of his heart; Creating the tempo for my fortress. "Do I make you feel safe?" "You make me feel ...

chapter 16, a zenith before the penny drop - the slight of hand before the clash; a clatter and fields of copper leaves plummet into the depths of our aching ...

At first you were perfect An angel, descended from the heavens To guard my heart. But then I found you were tainted A daemon sent to tear my world apart. ...

All Alone Alone in the darkness, Without a light in sight, Melancholy threatened to swallow me whole. I tried to reach out for somebody, Cried desperately for anybody, But no ...

Autumn Sweet summer’s breath fades, Green life pierced through with autumn’s blade; Time has weakened season-old leaves, And the wind with careless ease, Plucks them from the yellowed trees. But ...

Say 'Hi' to mama Welcome, the first day of my life Will it be ephemeral or ill-fated life? Hey there, papa Speak of the devil send me here Tears and ...

I didn't love you, Not yesterday, or last week. You didn't touch my heart, Or make me weak at the knees. I wouldn't kiss you, Because your lips are venomous. ...

Softly lullaby Sweet child sleeps like pearly dawn Memories will fade.

Guess who's back? Haven't been here for a while Still focus, contemplating, thinking Further sinking into abyss Then climbing back on top of this Is this a circle, a cycle, ...

The betrayer and the betrayed. That is what I am. Not your friend, or your "ally". I am now who I want to be. No more bullshit, no more lies. ...

Oh, so glad we know just what to do. Sounds like breaking glass. Tumblin' 'round in the dark, makes me laugh. Everyone's going to be happy. Sitting 'round, smoking cigarettes, ...

corresponding I am the curl of phrase the breath in the wire. A bandaid; If I am good, you will forget me, and the wound you bid me bind.