Young Writers Society

I had to read The Hunchback for my AP Senior English class, and I rarely like books I'm assigned to read, so I didn't even consider liking this one. Even ...

hey baby I couldn't stop thinking about you last night [she smiles] about how much I love you and everything and how I realised that I don't [smile fades] because ...

Like a robe of darkness you're hidden from me even if I extract that magical feeling you used to give me float miles above the ground meet some stars maybe ...

children die, c'est la vie and dust blows across an empty yard. the black dog chews on a child-sized soccer ball, but no remonstrating voice echoes out across the silence. ...

I never want to see you broken down and on your knees. It must have hurt, to know the star you wished on died a thousand years before you lived. ...

Nothing

(supposing life is inherently black, like the shadows od his hair) suppose life clicks into place on your lips and kills all colour - - the peachy pink of your ...

Posting in "Other" again, even after I was trying not to, LOL. Oh well. Happy New Year everyone! A few notes on my newest poem: When I use the word ...

I woke up with a start and looked around. Shaking my head, I laughed at how paranoid I was getting. I rolled back over and closed my eyes. As I ...

Greed is a goblin, That washes over us, Leading us away from honesty And hard work And into cheating and caring Only for ourselves. Greed's clutches snatch At even the ...

A storm is a powerful beast, Creating havoc and destroying All that lies in its path. But it creates a sense of wonder. Lightening touching down before your eyes, Just ...

Laughter Laughter is a gift, Golden and good. It is something to be cherished, Forever and always. Laughter is the light that carries us Away from all sorrow.

Thought that I would group a bunch of poems together:) The Fury of the Storm The storm clamored And as if in a flying rage, Roared through the quiet Bitter ...

Yet another poem... Lies are like darkness, Enveloping us from the light, Hiding honest truths, From the most truthful and good person. A lie is like a knife, Used to ...

This is a bit of a different type of poem that I wrote. LMK if you like it. Forest Mornings In the quiet, early hours of the day Dark begins ...