Young Writers Society

Just a short poem I made in my free time. Enjoy!

Have you ever wished for time to pass quickly just so that you can escape from who you are right now?

your girl's just tired of trying to be respected and loved at the same time lol

Will he forget about she?

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