Young Writers Society

A return of someone turns out more than was expected.

If she were a dog, she'd be the kind of dog... NaPo2020 poem 1, version 1.

Music has such a profound impact.

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Life is how you see it, a glass half full or empty.

There once lived a boy. In a house made of glass. A short poem.

A short-ish poem about the moon. I don't really write poetry, so I wasn't sure where to start, but I figured I'd give it a shot for poetry month

There were scratches inside the oven. A short poem.

The only conclusion to come to is that absolutely everything is an illusion.

An accidental monster summoning at the local lake prompts a girl to consider her achievement and the reactions that will follow.

There's a certain magic to theatre. It can only accurately be described by a performance itself, I think, but I'm attempting to describe it in a poem.

I sleep beneath a cage of glass. A curiosity on display. A short poem.

Following all of your desires (selfless or selfish) above all things, without restrain nor fear, is the greatest loss of all.

A bee is saved from a flower bed. (I also cross-posted this to my Tumblr account—promise I didn't steal from myself!)

In my time I have taken to the habit of hanging out in graveyards. A short poem.