Young Writers Society

My mind was empty, my soul as well, I could not find a tale to tell. Even my pen refused to write, None of my words were chosen right. This ...

Ohemgee, did you write this for me? I totally understand where you're coming from because math sucks. I mean, it rocks *rolls eyes* Anyways, I agree with Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy, ...

It only hurts them To say nothing of progress— Women’s suffrage! Civil rights! (corporate control, rising gas prices— Five dollars they say this May but what of it?) Always there, ...

This is a great poem! I love it :) There was nothing really I found that I would troll on except capitilzation and the likes but since you have no ...

Her bones are glass her heart is ice Comma after glass she cannot bear to live her life she can smile she can breathe Comma after smile why's she not ...

You don't say it directly but we get your point, It's all about you, it's not about us. We want to be friends, but you won't allow that. We're missing ...

Wow. I read this and was like, where's the rest of the poem. I like the start you have but no poem can be 3 lines long, that's barely even ...

Shoes Oh how many different types of shoes there are! Comma after the "oh" They house your feet and cover your feet. The two "your feet" disrupt flow They can ...

I am like an apple Yay! Simile :) and you a knife. You slide into me carefully, placing yourself delicately in me. This sounds awkward. Change up the words or ...

Cold blade, warm vein, executing the pain. No more after this, at last I promise. Hopefully, this will be the one that finishes me. Too long, it disrupts the clean ...

1,2,3 Is what I say when we are alone and I look at you Loooong Up and up He says he lets me choose 1,2,3 Is how high you count ...

You stare at me My friend, your friends; As I walk alone. Don’t blink though The "though" seems awkward there As you might miss The helplessness in my eyes, The ...

Death is such a one-sided argument. We have no say, no choice in when to go. To live is to die and to die is to live. Cliche. When one ...

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things, that I'm longing to say; Scared to confess what I'm feeling, frightened you'll slip away. I always wonder what you’re thinking, When I ...

Take me to sanctuary, Where my peaceful soul lies, No more heavy burdens-- Or trouble filled eyes. "Trouble filled" doesn't flow together as nicely as the previous lines This heaven ...