Young Writers Society

my life sucks
wish i had a dad
Miss a life i didnt have
i suck at poems
so lets be bro's
Hold on for my day
I promise you dont have to pay
just spend a day
away from this gay (me)



(LOL this sucks)

tired of cliche`s

how many times
have people spat rhymes
in the hopes to feel alive
when they already were
give me a corpse and
i'll do my best to try to
make it spit more than death
but I doubt we'll get anywhere
with that so maybe just stop
being sad it's
not easy yeah i understand
but when the hell is anything
we ever try to do
if you are alive enough
for your fingers to move
on the keys
then you are alive enough
to come with me
and break a nail
climbing uphill
on your fingertips.
save wanting to feel alive
for when you're dead
because all you have to do
is live a little.
and experience all
of the pain
because life isnt just
all of the roses
in the flowerstore
or the lavender soap
used on children
it's also the mud on your face
from when you buried
the casket of the lovely
who was gone too soon.
and life doesnt owe anything
to you.

I like cheese
or maybe not.
There are many things
I don't like, now that's
a thought.

(whoops looks like I'm double-posting)

Nothing
feels real the world
is just one
bad lie after another,
after another
after another
nothing feels
r E a L

(this is from my pre-napo planning for my joke napo thread)

there are times when,
in the middle of craft
-ing masterpieces,
that i think about the
poems here. and how
they are not.

My Excuse:

I
've not
posted a poem
on my blog
in a while
cuz I'm scared
that I don't
have a reason
or anything to
say.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕤
𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕪
𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙
𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣
𝕗𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤.

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The truth is
you can say
twice as much
depending
on your
font choices.

Banana dog
Fish and frog
Out in a bog
Away from the log
Because of the fog
That's out for a jog

I've been looking for a place to put this poem.


Thy beauty is so beauteous
Thy booty is so booty-us
When thou art away
My heart, it feels so gray
If thou werest to hide
I think I just might died
And now that thou art near
I'm no longer filled with fear
So now I can try to ponder
Why I am filled with wonder
At the grace of thy slender arms
They remove from me all harms
What is that grace they bear
So full of warmth and life and care
What is grace I wonder
As I sit here and I ponder
Is grace love or happiness
Is it sad or sappiness
Is it elegance like a bird
Is it thy every other word
Is it the knives thou stab into me
Is it thy cruel count to three
Is it the way thou drinkst my blood
Is it the way I drown in flood
Art thou actually a vampire
Full of craving and desire
Thou drivest a stake right through my heart
You're tearing me all up apart
How could you do this thing to me
Ah shiz, I gotta pee

Oh a haiku
Such prose and I like waifus
I am writing too much
Making novels and poetry of such

I don’t know what I’m doing with my life lol

I woke up to my
phone
buzz buzz
buzzing
like an annoying
bee

oh please
let me
sleep

A poem this is.
Such bad it is
It will make you cry it is.
Bad grammar it is.

But none may say I did not try
For I can tell you I didn't not try

So here is my poem
Bad though it is, at least it is a poem.

a forest can't really be empty
if there's no person around to hear
my brother is still there
not to mention
the squirrels
and bluejays
and foxes
and leaves
and owls
and little mice being eaten by owls
and bunnies
and rabbits
and hares
and sparrows
and bluejays
and the raccoon the tree fell on
they all have ears
probably

my eyes burn
from staring at my screen
at two in the morning.

i need to stop staying up late
to read fanfiction for fandoms
i'm not even a part of.

eat cookies
make cookies
they are yummy cookies
can't think of anything that rhymes with "cookies"