This is a compilation of poems and other random things I write, usually at 8 a.m. in the subway or 11 p.m. while I eat cereal.

9th grade depression Poetry #42

she was my winter-storm, and i will never forget the everlasting hail she used to destroy our love.

lowercase intended.

He wanted to kiss her.

in which marcus and audrey exchange sweaters. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

A girl. A train. A delay. [Cover made by rigor_samsa]

it was just another day when daniel first saw eve. she didn't see him, but she didn't need to.

a monarch's words can hurt, but only because he has the power, doesn't mean he wants it.