Young Writers Society

A little story of Misty Moon and Mr Sun

This poem is about a place that I chanced upon- much like Wordsworth and the Daffodils.

On the nature of transitioning / grief song for a lost childhood

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sappy?

in which someone loves someone very much. but the wrong way

lingering on goodbyes (written in French and in English)

I wrote this at a gas station because of the smell of the gasoline

Wrote this after a huge writer’s block

On the ocean horizon, we're all searching.

sadly true.

I fail and fall back, oh God save me from the things of this world that fight for my attention and distract me from you. Yet still... I believe

We walk not into paths worthy of troding upon. We have a chance to to turn and walk in the right path, or we lend up singing a dirge!

still writing about ghosts

the heartbreak of a vacant chat room