Young Writers Society

Just a random mumbo-jumbo that came into my mind while procrastinating in a free period.

A petal a two, dyed in crimson, crimson of your blood. I seize to forget, cease to remember.

a nineteen-paragraph informative essay about my current AP curriculum

Everyone looks for a purpose, nobody finds it. Few realise you have to make it. At times, I feel like I'm just drifting on the open sea, endlessly.

a sequel to Circus Freak, Circus Rose, Circus Marionette, Circus Petals, Circus Story, Circus Jester, and Circus Dream

Have you ever been in a relationship where you feel like everything you do to try and connect with someone they just keep getting farther away?

The sequel and the answer to my poem 'Can it be you?'

When many of you, digging grave not too few

whiteout poetry, mentions of death

The madman's laugh echoed, for death leaves the earth hollow.

and i said something stupid like i hate you (or something along the lines of that)

It's part of a series but it wasn't planned. I was just in a mood to make music, k? I'd say it's a calm song I guess. it's part of the Showtime series

Relatable poetry

The sequel to Circus Freak, Circus Rose, Circus Marionette, Circus Petals, Circus Story, and Circus Jester

A poem about grappling with the grief of losing a loved one. This poem inspired a novel that I have began (see my portfolio).