Young Writers Society

Please, please. COME BACK AND Please, please. COME BACK AND wait for me. PLease, PLease. flittering birds Flitter Across Palm trees' shadows. Hinterland sings with glitter pink LYRICS. Inky lyrics ...

I loathe(hate) this poem with a passion...However, if you think differently or find potential, I'd really appreciate suggestions/comments. Somewhere back in the past, I remember that I met you. I ...

I have never known I could be so happy until I met Travis. It all started at Bransby Outdoor YMCA about five minutes from my house. It was July 6, ...

(I know I've been posting quite a few recently, but I did comment on a few before I did this.) My late night dreams are no longer pleasant hopes and ...

OK...I'm going to do the Incandescence sort of meditative no-capitals thing... you know, I used to think that the whole sixth-grade-supposed-love thing was overrated but can I dream? you're beautiful, ...

The beauty of my heart is nothing more than false promises and never-ending clutchings for love corrupted by depression plagued by self-doubt an enigma waiting to be unleashed enclosed in ...

This is a beginning of a story. I wanted to see what you think. I have more written, so if you want more, don't be afraid to ask. The Diary ...

God only knows I need you, Tears bracing my cheeks, Questions forming inside me, Lies cradling my heart. Please turn on your phone, Read my texts of denial, I didn't ...

Erm...this is kinda a sidetracking from a bigger story I'm writing...just wrote it last night so if you have any editing suggestions I'd very much appreciate them. Solomon Whiteheart hated ...

I know this poem needs a lot of fixing so I need all the advice and crtiqiung I could possibly get!!! Thanks!!! I watched her hit you without swinging, It ...

I haven't even been writing poetry for a year, so this is truly my weakest point in writing. I'm a whiz at essays, reports, realistic and historical fiction. So please, ...

Royal Memories I remember, Racing through these halls, As an idealistic child. People would hand me a soda, Or an ice cream bar, And laugh as I proclaimed, That the ...

Ok, this poem...this is for Alicia Wolfe...one of my best friends...who committed suicide. She died on 11-11-04, a thursday, but she had been brain dead for exactly one week...this poem...writing ...

Sticks is a comic strip I do for my school newspaper. I thought I'd go ahead and post one of them and I'll probably post more later. So for opening, ...

get away from meyou're nothing but a two-faced lyncathropic waste of space. One minute the aura of beauty radiates like a rising sun Second minute I see the fangs and ...