all just psychedelic silhouettes of what we really were.

At sixteen I was finally discharged from my psychiatric treatment center and was battling off an adulthood I was terrified of. Despite treatment my eating disorder, suicidal tendencies, and hallucinations persist, but I want things to be perfect so badly

mindfulness will set you free.

It's a funeral, not a tribute. Silly drabble.

a scream hitched inside my throat

A Poem I wrote in the middle of a English class when I should have been reading some boring book, it's short but I think it applys to how people should find a balance and be original.

In the beginning there was nothing and God said 'Let there be light', and there was still nothing, but everybody could see it."

These hands break and bend, and they also create. I'm no poet

I was kinda down when I wrote this.

The words just came to my mind just now so i hope you like it.

Personal outlook on life's little false hopes.

i sense your legs are too long

shake the sin, she said, with water

it was like a cleansing

Cold, lifeless, white soul.

I didn't sleep last night.

Parents set and create the boundaries we live in...

sometimes the nature is too exquisite

A six chapter tale that is set in the kingdom of Archazia. The adventure starts when a young boy with a strange name receives a gemstone in his pocket. The gemstone contains the spirit of a dragon known as Dhilgazhor. An adventure like no other.