Young Writers Society

I'm searching for your voice, Screaming out, Helpless in this world, Call out to me, My child, My joy, Call out to me, Let me hear you live, Hold on, ...

The monsters are having a party at fifty-six grove hill lane, the monsters are having a party and it's really quite a pain! There are goblins in the basement and ...

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The old man breaks bark off of the tree that's stood solitary between fence posts for three months - he waters grasses that have turned a sickly green, running printless ...

As you saw me fall, You called me an angel, No you knew the truth since I never recall, My life was hard keeping this secret. As our lives couldn't ...

*(reworked)* It hurts to think of you. Thinking brings salty tears tracing paths down my cheek and a million insecurities take over. I never meant to feel this way. I ...

Given: Love is all you need. I want to fall on you like silk tonight, folding and flowing holy water in every dented imperfection in which your true soul resides. ...

Soaring sky high, Blood-tipped wings flying away to escape it all. Before your poison arrows struck me down, Spiraling into my love for you. Now I'm drowning in your endless ...

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Paper below me Pen in hand. One question left what do I do? Tick tock tick tock times almost up. I bite my lip I start to shake. Pens down ...

You walk in on me where I've bled all over your kitchen floor. It's watery, dripping over all the sugars that I've been measuring and weighing for the past forty ...

Dove White bird flying through the air, Wings wide open spreading goodness everywhere. Olive branch in beak, Travelling to every peak. But what is this oh little dove, I cannot ...

Demons rising from the underworld below, Weapons in hand, all different sorts. Everything killed, hellfire falling from the blood red sky, And Lucifer stands there, laughing away at the torment. ...

Spiritless leaves quake. Tangerine petals vanish. A breath of fresh air. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote this last night, and I don't know

Recycled Sand Watching eyes for them to run at pre-second flash Only to chase them down And apologize to the beachgoer spontaneously chosen as photographer Sand under their feet giving ...