Young Writers Society

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.

You took my friend for granted.

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

I never loved you in the first place.

petrichor on a bluesday

It's been awhile since I posted here. Hope you enjoy.

Let this poetic prose whisk you away as raindrops whisper their words of wisdom.

A Creepypasta parody of “This is Halloween”.