Young Writers Society

Day Eight

13. I don't even
I have a secret
It is very important
You know it. Your mom.

Day Eight

14. Stupid
Haikus are stupid
But if I am writing one
Am I stupid too?

Day Eight

15. Unoriginal
Unoriginal
Cant' make anything myself
That is what I am

Day Eight

16. Inner Voices
Why must I do this?
What motivates me so much?
Why can't I just give up?

Day Eight

17. The Jungle of the Mind
My travel through the jungle
It was really fun at first
Until I woke up

Day Eight

18. Netflix
My best friend is real
She is different from others
Her name is Netflix

Day Eight

19. A Rainy Night of Studying
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The airy breeze blows against the window.
Tiny drops of water stick to the screen.

An airy breeze intrudes into the room.
A bright yellow light blazes from the lamp.
The fresh smell of parchment fills the room.

Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tears drop one by one on a moist desk.
A small girl looks out the window; scared.

Day Nine

20. The 4 year old child
No! Never ever!
Like never ever ever
Will I eat my beans!