Young Writers Society

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 ...

I wish could dive in the black sea(sky), with little studded stars around; I wish could play with em' o Thee!! n bring the moon on earthy grounds. I wish ...

One day in the afternoon when I checked my mail, I got a letter from my cousin recently released from jail. He wrote, “I long for home and have already ...

when things turn negative.. when mood turns low.. i often think of those around me.. one by one.. but couldn't recollect even one, whom i can share my loneliness with... ...

Shark He's part of a world of smoke, of black linoleum of green felt table tops. He's all at once the hiss and click of balls colliding and the smooth ...

I dont have much time so I'll be brief- I love this book! LOL. Its a great historical romance (no, really, its better than it sounds) about family secrets and ...

This is a poem I wrote, which turned into a song... but since I don't know how to link quicktime files, I can't play it for you ^_^ His Face ...

[pre]Beyond the cities with no names and beyond the trees that tangle me so beyond the roots that ignore me beyond the stars that light me home and beyond the ...

I know everything’s not ok, As we’ve crawled through centuries, Watching innocence bathed in blood, But as you cry, your never gonna feel complete, So skip and stop when you ...

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. So now, with every ...

Sweet scent of your perfume in the air I'm trying so hard to forget that I care Since the day you walked out the door I've been lying here, alone ...

This was co-written by three tired teenagers after a sleepover (myself, and two friends: Jessica Heartman, Janel Horcrux). Jessica pushed me to submit it, so... Onomatopoeia Strangled by a sunbeam ...

The sun sets on a cloudless day As trumpets blare and soldier’s march In dreams, of course, since time decays More often ought then not It bleeds, the sky, a ...