Young Writers Society

A poem collection straight out my nightmares

I was inspired to write this when I was looking out my window, watching everyone pass by on the street below.

i see nothing

​When I remember that you would still love me tomorrow, even if I wasn't here, it makes me wait.

The difference between you and a poem is that poetry breaks me in ways I need to be broken. You broke me.

Language Art’s assignment I’d love some feedback on!

I wrote this poem for a friend, who is an Artist! I hope you all enjoy <3

A short poem on how writing loses its magic

You still kiss me, with the cool air, I breathe in, as I leave a trail of footprints in the sand.

A spoken word poem I wrote. Please follow along with the audio recording I have included :D

Such an unimportant thing, right? Hair doesn't matter. But, my hair grew with me as I healed.

A very sad poem about time and memories

collection three

Random poem about time that I randomly vomited out of my brain

About a clocktower ringing the twelve strokes of midnight