Young Writers Society

Please, please stop smoking

A poem about sept-nov in my life

Agoraphobia

Because I'm not her anymore.

She is my depression, because she is me.

An Addiction To Something You Can No Longer Have.....

Kinda strange poem that I wrong kinda quickly...Enjoy!

i really wanted that bagel

if a girl takes in sunlight like a tree and turns that light into recovery poetry, does her relapse make the poems ugly?

Related to my asexual poem.

Me on being asexual.

made in honour of the legacy known as Sheyren. go follow and read the work "Eyelash"

There's an eyelash stuck under my eye. It's impossible to get out. I threw this garbage together while bearing the pain.

I have never loved myself, but that is slowly changing.

i'm so bad with titles