Young Writers Society

My heart burns pationately for your desire The truth eats at my soul Both, they burn on fire But still there is that peice of my heart, a huge, gaping ...

Im not a poet but heres one I wrote several years back ----- When I see your ghostly figure, I know it cannot be real, For you are torn forever, ...

I'm not quite sure where this is going, so all I want to know is if you think I should continue or not, and any comments would be welcome! I ...

These are a couple songs ideas I have been dabbling with. Let me know what you think. Try to listen to each one twice, they might seem a little strange ...

These. (Written October 30, 2006.) I was on edge. The icy wind, biting cold, and that charmingly obnoxious, beautifully aggravating contradiction of a boy might have had something to do ...

Solitude Come to my heart with a mask of purple, gold and green, come with your twisted candlestick smile, come with kisses and lies and wilted roses and maybe I ...

He came from nowhere, Incan did From the murky depths of the sea. A primitive brain with a primordial yearning To eat all the poems he could see. While slinking ...

It was dark in the woods, for the leafy canopy blocked out all the sunlight. Carla made her way through the woods. She could hear nothing, not even the horses ...

Carla Tinnock stared wearily at the ceiling of her attic bedroom, and quietly listened to the sound of early risers eating breakfast in the lobby. She was remembering her mother ...

“Everyone knows about death, right? But what people don’t talk about, or even think about, really, is what’s between it. The lines between death and life are not as clear ...

My heart is dead For I have as much feeling as the rotting floor beneath me, My heart is dead. How has it died? Has it been dead? My heart, ...

HEAT Our souls were famished. The war had dried them all out. We suffered through four years of pain and now its all over. We are happy now. Finally, after ...

His heart pounds He fights for breath. He has been running Running forever. No, not running, Just afraid, As if he has been running. His mouth tastes Of copper, and ...

The wind howled in great gusts, blowing snow and ice against the base of a cliff. A figurein a white parka, huddled at the base of a narrow road. The ...

I sink into my sheets at night In my silent shadowed room Another day completed Left with lonely thoughts of you I picture you, you’re playing Fingers grazing a guitar ...