Young Writers Society

Hello again friends, I'm back. I wrote a short poem and I feel like sharing it. I posted it on my blog but I think I'll get more feedback over ...

To God I’m sorry, But it’s like a star falling in day… And God, I still don’t know how to say, I’m sorry, But death will take me soon… And ...

I Don’t Want To She thinks that she loves nightmares, And once I almost died. Because she kills the dreamers, And screams back that I lied. I don’t want to ...

Never There’s nothing I can say to you… And there’s nothing I can do. There just can’t be a single dream, That I can place for you… There’s everything they ...

Hope I left behind my dreams along a desert highway I waited ‘till my soul began to fly away I spilled my pitcher of faith into the Dead Sea Watching ...

I had a tiny little dream Where I was being followed By a tiger, gray and black Hiding in my shadow At first I thought – ignore him. That ghastly ...

Hope I left behind my dreams along a desert highway I spilled my pitcher of faith into the Dead Sea I let go and watched my soul spread its wings, ...

Every Time I Set My Eyes On You Every time I set my eyes on you… My heart overflows with never ending emotions Emotions that cannot be expressed in words ...

I wrote this in five minutes yesterday morning... enjoy...There was an old man from Dundee Who every day swallowed a pea But one day, the cook Who was reading a ...

"What will you do for a ten, baby?C'mon, lay it all out on the bathroom floor." Gripping the lust in my left hand, I slip it under my dress as ...

Yeah, I'm going to tear this apart line by line because I hate you. The spots where ancient bruises used to live catch his furtive glances;spots are catching glances? hm ...

a debutante, a staccato stunt she tripped over a donkey a horrifying face, a bland blunt the ass laughed in mocked affection her embarrassed face, her exposed smile the crowd ...

bohemia island full of nercophiliac bride seekers in a surge of screaming rhapsodies whispering schemes to the dwellers of serene green the hills are alive with zombie villagers they've been ...

It is my aspiration to become a famous celebrity to become a new wave sensation a tragic fad, another facination toiling over nothing in my handsome family making the ugly ...

Bitter wind blows static in my ears, drowning out any whispers rebounding in me since you've left. In the quiet caverns of my life, I find sharpened pencils, tiny gifts ...