Young Writers Society

groggy blood wanders sleepily in my veins, hauling its great load and never safe from the papery, flimsy film of my white skin. it is hardly immortal; rather weak and ...

Road Trip 1. The shadowy grass made a wet squish with each step. Thomas followed Rocky as they crossed the soccer field. “So,” Thomas said. “Where exactly are we going?” ...

Don't read this if you are offended by swearing. I gave it a PG13 rating for the language, but it's fine if younger people read it. I just gave it ...

i've had a lot of people like this but i've never been satisfied with brutally honest When she's just talking to me And it feels like she's SCREAMING IN MY ...

I feel the presence of you the joy, the laughter, those things that you once new I feel the presure of you the worry that I went through You sit ...

one night your window was open so i sat on the sill and watched you try to sleep i told you that i could fly you out of this place ...

Dark sucking up life Black overpowering love Empty cheerless smiles.

I don't know where this came from, but I'm posting it anyways, even if it is a bit retarded. It helps if you imagine the sounds. Oninonepea (sp?) is such ...

White paper; naked Daring me to fill it up Daring me to write.

After a few swift halves in Ye Olde Inn, Mary was yours to do anything. Now not being one to pass a cheap whore, I took her unprotected on the ...

It was beautiful and it hurt. Love and hate. The borders of the plainest page Cut me off. I promised I wouldn’t write about you And never mention your name. ...

i posted this before, and receieved some feedback, and changed it a little. i'd like to know what you all think, perhaps a little lengthy. Issys took the glass from ...

are they over, these salad days? instead of blues and pinks is it now blacks and greys? because i thought i heard a scream last night. a blood-curdling scream, sounding ...

Ah, Tamora Pierce, the only author who I want to be. Of course, I've admired many, many authors over the course of my wild adventures in the world of literature- ...

Sometimes, I just dont get it...poems turn out so different than I intend! This one was about how sometimes I'm just insensitive to other people because I dont react as ...