A medium length poem about a myth (one I made up). The story of the first fallen angel to roam Earth. It's kinda weird, I guess. I hope it makes sense... ugh. sorry.

Will you follow me, letting your heart be beguiled?

Poetic aspirations, oceans of ideas, eternal internal freedom. These unborn dreams of mine, infrequent heartbeats, chocolate Hershey kisses.

"Fairy lights gleam atop golden curls..."

This is a collection of my poetry I've made over the years.

And I fed it to you/despite your unwillingness/so perhaps I am also/a god.

This is a poem, but it is also a story. I didn't know if I should of put it under story or not...? T is just in case. I may still work in it.

"Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't wanna live there."

One never knows what to expect when imagination is alive.

Inspired by a work-in-progress of my own, called Psyche's Apocalypse.

An astronaut's journey. An abstract and surrealistic exploration from space station to being pulled through a black hole to a return to earth.

A collection of short poems about various fantastical beings.

Imagine a world where good and evil are flipped on their heads: demons are good, and angels bad. Now imagine a demon who wants to be an angel. That's this poem.

Prompt by B.A.K: Write a 20-line story in poem form where every line begins with the first letter of your first name. The only rule is that it can't be about you. Letter of name used is D.

Just an average kid swinging.

Small dialogue between the Godess Sigyn to her husband - Loki.

I took inspiration from Loveless, Final Fantasy VII.

A sad poem about love and death.

The night before Christmas Eve, I was awake later than usual, and inspiration struck me. I feverishly wrote this description of what images filled my head.

A man is hearing tapping coming from under the floorboards of his house at night. Tapping that is coming from the Woman Under. A poem.

A child's imagination can lead to amazing things...

Eternally young, The Twenty Seven Club. Elastic hearts with sparkling wings, restless kangaroos, nameless shooting stars. Always drifting dreamlessly through the air, life is a dance that you must take a chance on daily.

A Yharnam classic inspired by the burning of Old Yharnam.

There is so much wrong in the world.

An English village by the ocean is under attack. Under attack by some unknown things. A poem.