Young Writers Society

In a foreign country, you were the first one I met who spoke my language.

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? It wasn't me, it was only you, and an overwhelming amount of trust issues.

This is my first attempt at a visual poem with pictures. It's not the best but I had fun making it!!

​The monkeys and bears and tears blur together. This poem is the theme of my next poetry novel.

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

I wrote this for one of my friend and anyone who is struggling.

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.

A personal poem, and also the first poem I wrote !

Hey, this is my first hendecasyllabic Latin poem. Criticism by a Latinist about the metre, the text, and the elision will be appreciated. Peace!

This poem is about everyone who fear to dream. Poem is a motivational about never stop dreaming.

An ode to the absence of the cold in the peak of December

Four friends are eating fruit in the kitchen and hanging out. Only for Mango to realize something very important.

Children from broken homes, do they ever get a say in a listless rift?

A story of who she became.

a poetic story i wrote about a lion trapped in a cage