Young Writers Society

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.

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

A poem about societies standards on women.

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

In my dream I was dead.

Written by a complete simp (aka me)

I wrote a poem in school about my dog.

The graduate felt so clever clutching their useless diplomas, right until the real jungle ate them alive.

Themes of desire and religion. U can probably tell I’m a lil crazy, hope u like it!

Martyrdom is bitter sweet

Lesson to a son about what makes a real man