Young Writers Society

He was a day-gazer Articulate, motivated, past The rush of air on wintry mornings Swift and competitive Tasteless on the tongue But fire on the soul I swayed before jumping ...

This is an English project we have to do... I hate her when she thinks of stuff like this... we have to write a diary on a famous person from ...

Guy.... I messed up, We both know its true, I need you back, It’s getting harder to breath, and my face is turning blue. I'll sit here in Agony, And ...

life's the same day after day days begin and end in the same old way my emotions are drained, my mind astray, if only it would rain and wash my ...

I don't know what's gotten into me with this sudden cliche rhyming scheme but God, I pray it goes away. and if you had taken me away, the way you ...

Charon’s Mis-metered Limerick upon reflecting on the peculiar state of mind created by 2 1/2 hours of sleep My silence of mind is lost, now, dropped into pools of phonographs ...

Found Poem – Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man p. 79 Half Dublin was witless; circling round the neighbouring square, down sidestreets, a skeleton map in his mind. ...

This was written by one of my friends. Please crit. Cold and dank and all encompasing Its tendrils swirl towards you Hiding, muffling, smothering, choking Those tendrils wrap you close ...

A One-day Autobiography The Saturday 6-o'clock alarm sends its piercing squeak all around. I sleepily fumble around to mute that always-surprising day-starter. The first attempts to do so are futile; ...

Unseen monsters creeping under your bed, Hungry, gleaming eyes watching your every move, Winged menaces fluttering through the thick, cold mist, Furry, fanged creatures crouching on your rooftop, The

Not sure why I decided exactly to posting this, but I am. I am posting this, because well, anything else I have written in the fanfiction department is pretty pithy-ish. ...

Introductory Notice. The following account is perhaps a tad unbelievable. I wished to leave a transcript of the letters, and journal entires I kept so as to verify the truthfulness ...

Bitter jazz band Swing the music I know so well I’m dancing across his life Wringing drinks above his weary head He’s a sinner And I’m woman scorned You shouldn’t ...

Okay, so I know I'm not a poet but this is what I got in attempt to write a song...it's about a girl who's (guy) best friend dies, and he ...

I don't know What's going on In your head But I know you know very well That's not what I said Spreading rumors Tasteless lies What did I ever do ...