Young Writers Society

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.

Seeing ghosts should be seen as a gift, yes? After all, what’s the worse that could happen? Ghosts are just humans who have passed on…

A man in his mind

Marcus meet's Glose family.

this is my poem lover boy

Finding Passion

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While Kita returns home, the demons plot *revenge*...

Moonlight dawns upon the sky every day, tirelessly, in this tyrannical spindle that is life

spring arrived & i am grateful

A little bit interesting day in the boring life of Jagat, it is about his date, his friends, his shirt and his memories.

Hey, so i tried to write a symbolic poem about the impossible and unworkable love. hope you like it.

Thalia enslaved and fighting, Rose is in a dangerous situation.

William visits the location that Mrs. Jones suggested he does.

Let me know what you think :)