And it was at that age...poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned. -Pablo Neruda…
Sad poem thingy. It's just about my friends. Some of them are for certain people, so I hope you know who you are. FYI, I wrote this when I was sad earlier today and doesn't really mean much.…
Ever wonder the story behind the decision making game? In this weird twist, it's about a friendship, a murder, and a revenge. Note: For my friends, who I know always have my back and will try to keep me away from the murderers of the world.…
This is just a random poem I wrote. Hope you like it!…
Everyday I see the sun, feel the wind, smell the fresh grass, taste the sweetness of life and hear you. All I hear is you. Hopefully, you know who you are. I won't say because it's oh so embarrassing, but you have to know how much our friendship means to me.…
Regan and Lily were just walking home, like every single day. But then this strange creepy man appears and takes them to a far away, dangerous world. One he fully and entirely controls. It's his world. They escape from the man with the help of their new "friends", a group of people who have also been trapped and managed to escape. The group decides to finally get out of his messed up world, but Regan can't understand why now, after all these years these people have been trapped here, why now do they decide to leave? Why now? They seem friendly enough, but how to trust them for sure? Regan and Lily learn there is much more out there that we don't know, and way more that we think we do.…
Everyone, everything, and every place has a story. A past. A history. A shadow. A ghost. In this little antique store, that past comes to life.…