Young Writers Society

Big world, little people, panic

The feeling of life slipping away because there is always the next thing to rush to, to worry about.

The poem speaks for itself

Late nights always bring about deep contemplation

I wrote this on a day when everything and anything made me feel hyperaware and sensitive.

so this is what happens when you have an overactive imagination as a thirteen year old writer haha

Someone with writer's block rants at their writing utensils. (work in progress)

my collection two contains part two of wilting

I wrote this as I was biking alongside a river at a place specifically for walking/biking in nature. This is my first published work. I hope it's good

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a late night poem with elements of onomatopoeia

Other- don't know if this is prose, a poem, or just some words on a screen.

There is a secret beauty to be found in each and every flaw. We just need to be willing wo listen to the stories the hold.

This poem is about my little sister and I.

Poetryyyyy