Young Writers Society

just me wanting to vent

I hate winter. I hate cold mornings. I hate cold waffles. (a poem)

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!

this is a memoir, its taken me two years to write this and soon i want to publish it. everything i wrote is 100% true. it all happened.

The pack splits

A man with split personalities, however, his alter personality is suicidal and sentient in a way, and has ruined his life.

the crash

Chapter 1~

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