Young Writers Society

If the chainsaw in my head cut through the night Could you sleep through it? Or would you wake discontented? If I showed you my truth, Could you accept it? ...

Something I've been writing to get rid of my writing block recently...'bout a group of friends who meet up again. Promise it won't be boring. Still very very raw so ...

“Gillian,” the star-gazer muttered, “let us see what’s in store for you then my dear.” It was Gillian’s first ever encounter with a star-gazer, the one before her was unusually ...

There's too much on my mind I can't seem to close my sleepy eyes Tears falling down like rain on my face staining my cheeks for everyone to see The ...

This feels like the same as your other recent poem, "Living Alone With Green Carpet" ... same subject matter? Anyway, I thought this fitted very well neatly together. You seemed ...

Your eyes look old, Your hands are cold. You pretend to be bold As your arms slowly fold. Inside you are broken and in pain It's not long before you ...

Chapped lips Chalk dreams Tiny capsuals Are my relief If you know what I mean Pick a star Swallow that pill And fall to the floor Hide your heart Kill ...

Thank god Brad for knocking some sense into me on this one. Well I've messed around with it some more and added a bit...well more than a bit. and thegirlwhofateloves: ...

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Guys please can you post replies on what you think of this? Chapters V and VI coming soon! Chapter I The sun shone brightly over the playing fields, and the ...

A Sentence of a New Life – Prologue Scene: Ballroom in London, England. In a regal ballroom, on a sultry night, a young woman stood next to a French window, ...

A new disease Not in the books. An unmarked grave Lost in a field of names. Caught without an imprint. In an abyss of forgotteness. Sealed, closed inside A rotten ...

In a world where these word Are just sounds Like a desperate plea From a woman Who had just lost her dignity. Who are they to judge? They rip the ...

I carved straight into him. His insides falling out Onto the ground. The smell was like Opening a trashcan. A funky, rotten smell. His goo made my hands Like a ...

(I am either too literal or too abstract; I am not sure which.) I dreamed I found an oyster And knew it was the world Inside it was a pearl ...