my words rest at last, dead before they could ever be said. this is the grave where they'll either rot, or come to life. These poems are filled with feelings of the past along with what I still deal with. Things written in moments of chaos where I've craved a place to bring it all to. Just a cacophony of my experiences, though not everything that I write is all that serious or deep. Some of this poetry might be strange, unhinged, confusing, incomprehensible or just plain cheesy. I hope you'll join me here, and if you do, thank you. Any support means so much and I hope you'll enjoy my poetry. Feel free to give any feedback, but please don't be too harsh. All of this work belongs to me. I have written all of these poems. The cover is a mix of my art and public domain images. I do not condone anybody else using any of this unless I allow them to or they give me credit. The cover images for the chapters don't belong to me unless I state they do.

Pris au piège par la routine suffocante de l'adolescence, Rafaela et Mason, livrés à eux-mêmes, cherchent leur place dans le monde. Ils rêvent d'ailleurs ainsi que de liberté. L'alcool, les drogues et le sexe bernent le vide de leur être. Ils se cherchent, se trouvent, se perdent et se retrouvent, impuissants face à leurs émotions plus contradictoires les unes que les autres. Parviendront-ils à mettre fin à leur errance sans but ?

Ulysse, 15 ans, Maussade. Terriblement maussade.

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après tout ça, que restera-t-il? ⇥ 01.2020

vous me répugnez, ou syndrome de colère post-rupture. ⇥ 01.2020

jferai imploser le firmament. ⇥ 23.01.2020

ceux de tes yeux me transperçaient. ⇥ 01.2020

quand on est dans le grand bain mieux vaut savoir respirer. ⇥ 02.2020

les sentiments s'enlisent comme un papillon dans une toile. ⇥ 03.2020