Young Writers Society

Dirty Job's Confession That day you were sickly in bed I was seething within you. I came for you, their time will come While they sit helplessly in stiff-backed chairs ...

When the trees are thin and bare, That's when the fox sleeps in her lair Through the branches of the birch, The owl sits upon his perch Outside the blizzard ...

The midpoint of the coldest month - when gardens suffocate. The snowballs plummet fiercely down on chaos they create. I notice everyone I know is digging through the white And ...

Butter thy bread, lather it in Lard, sweeten it with honey and clove. Immerse it in hot oil, and coat it a candy red; bite deep into this apple, and ...

On that slide I lost my second tooth. On that swing, my best friend told me that boogers taste like salty chocolate and made me try some, and over there, ...

Valentines Day is here again and I really wish it weren't... It came again last year, so what's the point of it again this year? Candys in rectangle boxes are ...

deleted for being disgustingly emo . *Fan*

His pale body lay on steel slab. They had ripped out his heart: if only they knew it was shattered, a mosaic of red and pink and black. They had ...

You handed me a cracked beer bottle, caked in dirt, and ran course fingers through your hair. Everything about you has been rough lately, like sandpaper, like your half-bitten nails ...

taken away

Remembering Remembering is bittersweet, Like life, like love, like everything. Look back on memories and smile But feel more satisfied and cry And let it all run down your cheeks, ...

I enjoyed reading this, it was really well-done, the only part that I would maybe change is: I know you live in the middle of nowhere because I turned my ...

Oh Romeo , Have my Coxs apple, But do not hold it between your teeth like a suckling pig, Take a bite and put it back , Sample it but ...

For Me A manicured lawn Devoid of leaves Meets the summer dawn By Bapaume near Ypres. On that field, alone, Where poppies grow, Lie men, far from home, Who died ...

You cant escape forever But you can snatch at slippery moments And try to graps them between your fingers And if you hold on tight enough You can draw what ...