Young Writers Society

I really want to give birth to a kid one day; but I'm gay.

Why is it still 'like'? It's too similar to Facebook! It should be something like 'Nominate' so only good works get onto the Featured panel. Good works that really deserve it. "Do not Click on This" was about the best I've seen in the Featured panel recently.

Báidín bídeach, báidín beosach,
Báidín bóidheach, báidín Fheilimí
Báidín díreach, báidín deontach
Báidín Fheilimí is Feilimí ann.

Just cause I can and it's not R-rated and even if it were, who'd get it?

Why do people want to rule the world? So much paperwork!

OK, so I was going to put this in poems, but it's so short, weird and obviously not a poem that I'll put it here instead.

The bunnies taunt me. I have fallen in defeat upon the linoleum and cannot rise. They gambol about like cats toying with a mouse. One has placed a weapon near my hand, knowing me to be too weak to even reach for it.
I close my eyes and see them dancing in my mind; frolicking in the meadows, boogieing in a mosh pit, waltzing on the head of a pin—my stomach is sickened.
My nightmare is interrupted by the gleeful giggle as a bunny kicks away the weapon and leers in my face. I recognize him as the one I had mercy on and rage boils within me. As I realize that I am bound and cannot therefore move the rage ebbs away and is replaced with despair. I am beaten.
Who, however, is triumphant? The bunnies? Surely not, for pride comes before a fall. It is certainly not I who has the victory, for despite all of my efforts I have become subject to their ridiculous jeering.
As the blackness clouds my mind I think back on the one I love and realize that all is not lost, for she is free. I feel some comfort in that and lapse into serenity as one by one the bunnies take my sanity.