Young Writers Society

A short poem describing 'Him'

Love does not measure.

The first time I saw her.

The gut-wrenching feeling of being in love with someone who will never love you the same way

Lots of wars are happening nowadays... just imagine the mothers of those soilders..!

I told my friend I'm in love with her.

just a poem because life's been tough.

Life and Us.

something i suppose

Hmm, why are blue eyes so special?

This is my response to modern-day social media and the rise of Romanticism

I'd Like to Speak to the Writer of My Life is a poem that I have written, intended to have originally been sung, about wanting a boring, mundane life.

the mind is a great servant but a terrible master

'A Girl Called February' they said. Everyone said, 'It's probably her name.' Little did they know that I meant something else.

When I am claimed And my friends live on Faucet eyed mothers Gather by a blank stone