Young Writers Society

The Firefly’s Glow Do you remember The fireflies that danced Between our hands, Tantalizing us with their glow? How we ran than night, Dashing through the meadow Like tameless spirits, ...

Sweet sisters’ mine, here now forever more. after a lifetime of separation— of ignorant incompletion— I am fulfilled. Heart, is alternately light and heavy. I am torn— twixt two families, ...

Tears of blood, Tears of fear. Tears of love. My crimson tears. They burn my face, Yet they are shed. My mind is lost, My heart is dead. I accept ...

Blood splatters on the window sill, I stand, poised, tip-toed and tasting the flammable air. Wallpaper adorned with flags and the thought of united we fall, it slips down the ...

You know the subject. RETURN It wasn't as if you left your house in order: hell in a handcart would be more appropriate, holding your headache in your hands through ...

Trapped in emotion,Lost in confusion,Always looking in from the outside,The chaos in this world,Will make me lose my mind.Civil War and cyber lore,Millions of cars and a race to Mars,The ...

The war is done,The right has one.Defeated and banished,Is the evil one.Cheers and celebrations galore,And all are jolly like never before.But alone in the peaceful world I find,That many a ...

Life is a pen, darling. If we cannot erase, then - must we resign ourselves to leave the page?Are not more beautiful when marred? Immersed in navy blue regret on ...

Depression weighs heavily, Soaking the exam papers— I’m already drowning in— And the ink trails down my face, The dark veins of my soul Eyes droop wearily, And I squint ...

From beyond the horizon the armies come, marching in time with the drum, and the many trumpets sound, until the message shakes the ground. They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies ...

(I had to write this for school. I figured I'd post it.) Feeding print in finery At the hypocenter of Death-defying reality – You feel the guilty casualty Of a ...

Alone, child, you whisper You cannot face this world With thin air on your arm – Searching from darkness, You scrounge dumpsters And struggle to shine light All the way ...

dance floor sagas are created and shattered among liquid stripes of light and congealing techno beats that fuse hipbones together. lean fingers scrabble for a taste of flesh real skin ...

'Rapture me,' you sang to me, 'Please succumb my soul from this wretched body.' I apologized, and refrained from doing so. 'Apathy,' you explained, 'Is greater an opiate than religion.' ...

Something from the archives of my life. I think I wrote this a year ago. Enjoy. The Sunset The waning light glanced off the bay piercing the sand near were ...