Young Writers Society

A Sea Of Desolateness The hot sun shined over the desert, baking the cracked ground, and the feeling was infinite. A man was trudging along the the hot sand dragging ...

hey, i wrote this in career development and I'm posting it now, needing a poetry post. This is my first love and my lesser talent, so go easy on my ...

The Wristband Age you preach your one-size-fits-all spiritual philosophy from a soapbox on sky TV perfect for the wristband age Good causes are thought up in boardrooms. Morals are bought ...

Mythical moon Numbness transcends the animate To enjoy the luxury of the stellar world. Rarely but the pleasure in it, Lovingly misleads with a mythical herald. But when you get ...

VISION She was silence, Written onto the rustic bed of earth with music. Her breast was a marooned mystery, And her curly locks, Were weaving the dark infinite. When the ...

Copyright! Some stories do not have a distinct starting, while some others might just not have a clear ending, this one has neither. Its just a fragment of life of ...

There was a knocking at my door; I didn’t even need to open it to know who it was. “Hey Matt.” It was Greg, but he had changed since earlier ...

*snaps fingers* Finally, a poem with rhyme and meter and not a senseless rant! That's what I call poetry. Mostly because the other kind I can just shoot out of ...

Before he was murdered, the old man, already sickly and old, decided his new-found relatives were undeserving of his fortune. He had decided to give it to a poor family ...

“So what do you think?” Sara Lawrence asked her daughter as she stepped out of car. “It’s uh, great mom.” Claire forced a smile as she stared into her mother’s ...

“You can never be a psychic if your such a defensive pessimist Charlie” Fuck that. All his life Charlie worked to disprove his mum’s psychic visions. Now, with every pessimistic ...

You are my best friend, You know everything i did and do, There are no secrets between us, You feel my pain, You feel my joy, So why is it ...

Lead me into a curtained off, hidden corner (Or maybe it is I who leads you,) Hold my lips, and don’t let go I will melt for you. Every movement ...

Lay to waste your ill-worn gloves Remove the yellowed skin of ages Brush through the thick waters of grief And emerge with the fire of the river. Bare your feet ...

I remember, far in some distant dream When Earth was lit by awesome splendor, too, When holy men did shine in brightest gleam As bells in towers struck their chords ...