he stayed up to talk to me, even though our conversation was nearly nonexistent.

This is my on-going poetry book. I'll shall try to add to it every few days. I hope you all enjoy my work. They are in chronological order, so chapter one is the first poem i wrote and so on. Enjoy!

A few thoughts I had describing the four types of people in a previous friendship; an experiment.

Daily reflections of a bored soul, in a boring world. Every single day I post a poem. I'm turning 20 this month, and I'm sure it'll trigger the oh-so famous "quarter life crisis". If you want to read all about it THEN COME ON OVER, SON! IT'S FREE. #YOLO

They taunt me, they tell me I'm unworthy. But in the end I'm running the show.

When ashes are tainted with the blood of a fire, the remnants can haunt you forever.

When someone makes a single mistake, everything they build up tumbles down into an unrecognizable heap. Including them.

Twisted ivy and crumbling archways, mice scurrying and winds flurrying. Sometimes, you should know when a place is dangerous.

When someone says they're O.K., they might be broken. But when asked if we're broken, we say we're O.K. Does that make us all brO.K.en?

Two boys are falling, but is it to their dreams or to their demise? - A simple free verse poem rewritten with the original in chapter 2.

Being drawn towards a certain path that appeals to you in life.

Isn't everyone entitled to this?

Comparing the sea and it's mysteries to a loving liar and the truth known by their partner.

A poem in the form of a list, inspired by the works of Sei Shonagan

A short poem about running away to a hidden valley.

Another sonnet.

Darling, remember when?

El brillante anillo baila en el firmamento, los vivos pueden caminar.

But it's not my kind of beauty.

This was inspired from a tv show. The main character just seems so sad all the time, and I feel like this is what he is thinking. I am uploading it because I have been suffering from writer's block, this is the first thing I have written in a while, and I feel that I've been neglecting fictionpress.

It's just a poem I wrote for school, so really it's not one of my best :P I still like it. It's a poem about joyous wonders of words, obviously. I just thought I'd put it up here and see what everyone else thinks.

A collection of short but poignant poems, each one having two names. Open-ended project at the moment.

A poem I wrote while having a paranoia attack. I decided, Why not upload it? Try reading it down, and It might make a bit more sense why I wrote it during a Paranoia attack.

The power that a single word, nasty or nice, can have on your thoughts

The tale of a person alone on a train with only the moon and lightning seeking him.