Young Writers Society

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

A collection of poems paying tribute to some *special* Akuma family members.

To second guess the stars, out of our reach, cold hearts despite their blazing fire.

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

Not written about a lover. It is an answer of some sort to a poem written about me that my "moon" sent me.

A small poem about staying in your comfort zone.

tea and mint collab poetry!

buncha poetry from pads

Two prose poems following the themes of childhood.

Its feeling that I have.

I voiced my thoughts on appreciating the art of writing, the places it can transport you to and the people that don't understand/appreciate it.

I lost her, and I found her again. This time, I will not lose her again, even if it kills me.

We'll miss 2023, but 2024 is waiting for their time to shine.

What-ifs about a bus ride.

rated for brief mentions of injury + blood. always a sucker for religious imagery.