Young Writers Society

What the movies taught were all lies.

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

This is about my sister, and how our relationship has changed as we grew, and how it will continue to change as we continue to grow.

To Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall who are always there even if I am not.

Something I wrote after being inspired by a plastic bottle beside my window, when I woke up.

In memory of my pet bird ~ RIP Blackbeak

Just something that came to based off irl experiences.

Inspired by the song: Over the hills and far away

I don't hate you, I hate the me you become.

The night is beautiful, and also annoying.

What it says on the tin.

For those who don't appreciate the darkness of northern hemisphere winter.

How is our identity affected by our human nature vs the nurture we receive? How does one love someone who no longer exists?

random musings ~~~

Some day-to-day thoughts about the meaning of life in parallel with the weather and theater.