Young Writers Society

Here's my first attempt at poetry- a change from what I usually write.

when two mirrors fall in love with each other and one of them breaks, what happens to the other one?

Come see my garden.

When you break down under all the stress

There's a monster in the computer.

my face my lips my eyes my neck my arms my heart my lungs my legs my hands my brain my body

A poem veiled as description of possible circumstances of an aftermath of world war 3.

Illustrating how some people say one thing while feeling another.

A poem about my "obsession" with white noise.

having to pass on the bad news of someone's death

mrgh

This is pretty weird and kinda gross (It centers around a corpse), just be aware. I don’t know why I wrote this, I really really hate spiders

continuation of holiday suicide, with the easy to understand message if you're thinking from the right perspective.

This is my dad's.

The same poem, but when read forwards it's from the perspective of the victim and backward it's from the perspective of the murderer.