Logic is fucked and goddamn thoroughly bendable to anybody with the preference and ability to do so this shit is neither logical nor illogical it's simply pretentious as fuck My first writings as of the age of 16.

The growing amalgamation of cosmic poetics. I reflect my visual motivations through words in order to express existence as I experience it. This poetry revolves around things that seem to flow in and out of my mind. Emotions out of context are well represented I'm rediscovering myself in each poem. Using whatever experience I've come across to try to explain some type of humanity 100/100 poems complete

A school that goes on a 'temporary' lockdown due to a unknown substance that spills into the school. But there's something bigger happening, how did they get supplies and Hazmats on the scene so quickly? Kids are mutating and with the lack of morals and Police, they are resorting to even murder... what will become of the students and teachers? What will become of me?....