Young Writers Society

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!

I lost the ones who cared about me, but I endure so that no one else breaks away…

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

Cole Hargrove's hit song.

Just something that came to based off irl experiences.

Night Wings sing of their suffering at the hands (or talons) of the one behind it all. Crepuscule.

Inspired by the song: Over the hills and far away

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