Young Writers Society

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.

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