Young Writers Society

my mending bones after falling off the the cupid high

im petty on main

Thank you my Friends.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

What is it with dreams and memories?Are they distinguishable?A fine line of some sort between them. Or are they, at times, one and the same thing.

The poem is kinda song style. It could pass as a song. I don't know. I like to rap, kind of like blowing off steam.

The stillness is too loud, The idleness rings in my ears. Though, what is heard? Not a sound. But just that fact reduces me to tears.

A man in his mind

this is my poem lover boy

Moonlight dawns upon the sky every day, tirelessly, in this tyrannical spindle that is life

spring arrived & i am grateful

Hey, so i tried to write a symbolic poem about the impossible and unworkable love. hope you like it.

Let me know what you think :)

when you love her, but still things do not work out the way you expected them to.

A man- dead in a field- seeks enlightenment. The flower growing from his corpse achieves it.