Young Writers Society

erm...new fantasy project. This sort of spawned itself. I even created my own language, well actually several for this. All comments and crits welcome. If you are interested in reading ...

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I. ((antigone)) she dreams of icarus-wings so he paints them there gold-leaf-feather-tips fluttering in the slight breeze. the waft of spice flecks mingle on tongues as she drinks her fill ...

EDIT II: Happy now Bob? Take this for what you will, about your siggy, the only reason I watch Idol is for Simon... Note: I need some major help on ...

So many voices were heard within that room of fears and souls. A nightmare of a place to be with nakedness and cold. She cringed beneath her nothingness a sob ...

Oh dreamer, I think of you as oft as ever and with those thoughts of you I cry. The way you move just like a feather a dreamer dreams of ...

Things could of turned out differently , you know. Humans on Earth are the dominent,the other spicieses that live on the side do not matter. They are nothing, they were ...

The day is wierd it seems. I feel as if I am in a dream.During math I feel as though I'm on a different path.I get detention. at least it ...

Hey! Long time since i've been on here. Haven't been writing in ages but I started again recently. This is just something I scribbled down in about half an hour, ...

I wish I had her, But she’s under his spell, I just can’t take this, My passion doesn’t end well. I spy her elated by him, It braids my pleasure ...

Ok, I personnaly wrote this one, so blame me if you think it suks Vengeance of a Lunitic A happy memory, Is yet too far to see, Don't you think ...

I think my brain just died, Though I thought it would go with a pop. Or maybe a huge explosion That would rock the entire Earth! Earthquakes would start Followed ...

When in whispers they bow down, Before me, and they close their eyes Their minds, I kick them in their Softest place. And though they spit up blood They insist ...

I found you Floating through the thin strings of my hair As I slept on the nightmare of tomorrow Woke up with a comfort singing into my ears Progressing on ...

My grandfather isn't doing very well right now, and it's hit harder than I expected it to. This poem isn't working out; I wanted to convey exactly how much I ...