Young Writers Society

Personal poem. An old WIP from last year I finally finished and cleaned up today.

a memory as seen through a new lens.

Just a little poem about expectations based on what we read.

Just an ode and a plea to stop Climate Change

My mind wanders to your grave, where I see my body. You have flown away.

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A poem about some of the frustrations of doing musical theatre.

part 9 of "The Mountain" (please read the description of part 0)

I am the Invisible. I taste no less than the extraordinary and hear every drop of silence.

I spent all of the time focusing on myself, I didn’t realize how much you were hurting.

A short poem I wrote on the way home from youth group a few weeks ago

on longing.

It is what it is, nonsense.

let's kill something and get away with it

on desire