Young Writers Society

i thought the sun had died long ago, but then you came back.

A sacrifice to be witnessed each and every day.

lazy musings of an ex-religious queer

this is a poem i wrote as a character in my novel, it's really rough (it was written at 9:30) so constructive criticism would be great!

writer's block... its reall

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.