A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

[poetry] words blooming within my youthful soul. 'cause even in winter, there is sunshine between the branches of trees, i still ensoul. 180719~

the grief is neverending, but so is the love

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

(2019) behold, the beholder

sin as sweet as wine.

an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16

highest ranking : #3 in poetry. original collection of poetry. book 1.

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]