Young Writers Society

y'all, I don't know why, but whenever I open the chat room, it's blank for me. any explanations??

I despise people pleasing. What a useless endeavor, a harmful one too. And frankly, selfish. What freedom I found in abandoning those habits. What a world it would be if we all just spoke our minds and expressed our raw emotions, how human we would all become.
-s.k

hiya folks, I'm back. Totally burnt out and a little sick hahah, but I'll be fine. This guy asked me out at the end of the trip, and I'm feeling a little reclusive since I've never been in a relationship before. I hope you're all doing well

Hiya everyone! I will be inactive on YWS for a week, starting tomorrow. I have a mission trip in another country. Stay safe and I'll tune in when I come back!

l'appel due vide
like the pull of the tide
what beckons you
ever slowly?

breaking in slow motion
drowning in an ocean
some people are broken vases
who's going to pick up the pieces?

what if humanity was a poem
and every verse a human
what would your verse be?

Some mouths drip poisonous honey
others have crippled flowers
etched in scarred skin
some have both
poisonous honey smothering crippled flower scars
and pain behind a mask of cruelty

some potential was crushed
by brick tiles and concrete paths
like grass that fights to grow between the cracks

grief is that car
that comes flying around the corner
from nowhere

might post random stuff here.
not that anybody might read it, at least maybe my writings can go somewhere. All the writing that bears no identification.