Young Writers Society

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For those who don't appreciate the darkness of northern hemisphere winter.

Read about the moon!

For anyone who has been told they aren't pretty.

I don't know how to describe this lol

Children from broken homes, do they ever get a say in a listless rift?

Why do stars burn the brightest, before they fall?

hehe silly :D

I can hear the moths as they wish upon the stars

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

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.