Young Writers Society

she calls me beautiful With quivering lips and trembling thighs, and all dressed up in high heels with the stench of hot sherry, --a lingering taste of metal and sugar, ...

I'm sorry but I must say goodbye, and please don't ask why, for it is too painful for me to see the ones I love hurt So please just please ...

What once was only dark Your wings took it away And the sadness in my heart Just flew away The sun's cold rays froze my heart nearly to death And ...

this pencil can write it can be a tool a tool or a weapon it can express your emotions getting them out of your mind joting them down that may ...

it's not my fault the ball was flying I didn't mean to! sorry the window's broken

So Epic poetry is more fantasy than anything. (I.E. Beowulf) But this is just a little ditty I wrote for my British Lit class. -------------- Dree was a virtuous man, ...

Here--my fairy tale. Coaxing, smiling, you caress my quivering heart. Dazed by white dresses, I brace myself for what lies here with (without?) you. I tread the plush path, your ...

Shattered glass and screaming, and so many people searching for the exit. Panic-stricken faces fill the streets of New York. Heroes in many forms shape history today, but at a ...

Rushed moments in an adrenaline scramble for success, our kisses missing each other in an electrical storm between synapses and society. We, anger issues and beauty-chasing aside, are a passionless ...

As I sit and think about my life I think about how many lives I’ve ruined How I filled them with pure strife And don’t know why they didn’t make ...

Her family doesn't deserve her-- she's too kind-hearted. Her friends don't deserve her-- they never cared. Those boys do not deserve her-- they only want one thing. She deserves much ...

I don't want the phone to ring again, I don't want to hear you knocking on my door, No more notes taped to my desk, I just can't take them ...

Look at her, standing there alone in the corner, eyes to the floor. She's so pathetic. All she wants is your attention, isn't she so pitiful? Don't flood her with ...

Mister, you say "speak when your spoken to" But when i speak you have no time for answers. Mister, you say my answers make no sense. But the only sense ...

It stretched the length of life, an epitaph to thoughts. A monument to ingenuity that scaled the clouds Of luminescent glory – A gentle culler of the land and redoubt ...