Young Writers Society

Reflecting on the past *TriggerWarning*

Have you ever felt you were too much?

My first poem ever!

Their blood falls like tears, as they reflect on the stones they threw and the single sided battles they won.

This is a true story that tells the story of me and a good friend of mine. It's a story of emotional growth.

It's been awhile YSW, but here's my most recent surmising. Curious to see interpretations. Thanks!

The loudness of your words is isolating, and decapitates my exclamation marks.

A prose poetry about lucky stars, but is it about lucky stars?

They say a saint is a sinner who keeps on trying.

How far are you willing to go to be seen as beautiful?

My trauma made me traumatized and it gave me everything that I never wanted.

You are willing to die for your own sins, and carry the cross of your enemies, and still you smile. Secretly, you cry.

My heartbeat became a symphony. You are my confidence.

forests, fields, and parking lots

Another sad, stupid poem