Young Writers Society

This looks like it could be really fun!

Did you take the picture yourself or did you use someone else's picture?

Yet as the sun dipped
beneath the clouds
I knew that
never would our
memories become
nevermore.

Aley wrote:This looks like it could be really fun!

Did you take the picture yourself or did you use someone else's picture?

I stole it from google actually (-_-)7 I really love photography, but but until now still '0ut of budget' to buy at least a good camera

I was so used
to the darkness
that when you
showed me
that speck of sunlight
in your eyes,
it scorched my heart
and blinded me
for life.

I ran away
in utter fear,
far too comfortable
in eternal Hell
to even dream
that there could be
a Heaven.

That is why
I let you go.

A face to show
A plain wierdo,
Definitely one of a kind.
Yet this was deception,
For it hides perfection,
An absolute giant of a mind.

For when you see through his vise
And ignore his disguise,
You find a man who is not such a goon.
For from his mind
Spring songs of a kind,
Sung to a beautiful tune.

And only this mind
Is of such a kind
To make music the way this man shall.
And it really is true,
That no-one else can do
The wonders of Vivian Stanshall.



^^Vivian Stanshall, Singer, composer, trumpet, sax and tuba player.

As I sit and wonder
I think to myself
Why are people so mean?
Just because I'm different
A little special maybe
Sure I may smoke
And look like a dag
But really does all
of that really matter?
I'm no different to you
We are all the same
As I sit and wonder
I think to myself
What has this world come too?