Pencraft - but bankrupt of hands. Propositions - but vacant of proposals. Played landmarks - but barren of playful flights. Artistry of your overlooked nonentities, ploughs your mind into sycophantic at our disfigured feet. Filmed with a jeopardized heap of organic poetry, this master plan is oriented to tyrannise the earthly evil beings, dissect and weigh your interior alongside your conscience. When all is said and done, nothing is left, save for your perspective. Lastly, we would like to thank each other for not fucking things up. May the Goddess of Creativity bestow upon you, the learned reader, the art of rejoicing. (Yeah, this is a disaster of a collaboration).

A book for poetry explorers. Every poem is fresh and different.

This is a collection of original poems by a former user, @sinbadmarryme. She personally contacted me via e-mail, requesting that I upload her work here as her mentor. As such, I have chosen to assist her. This decision is final and not open to debate. This is a completed work. Do not post unnecessary comments. Any attempt to disrupt or violate this directive will result in an immediate, irreversible block. There will be no warnings or exceptions. Compliance is mandatory.

In an effort to vent, a young individual has been writing poetry, being this his first poetry book, just a collection of some of the numerous poems already written. Most of the poems related to a romantic aspect or a new personal revolution, hence, it is symbolically related in a few of them to one of the historical watersheds more impactful not just for the author, but for the society, the French Revolution, as it involved the overthrow of an absolute monarchy. Meanwhile, for the author's personal revolution it involved a huge empowerment against others, hence, the present poetry book is considered as the modern manifestum for the author.

A boat crash splits Regis between two worlds: his chaotic life with Sarah and her kids, or a flawless one where she's too perfect. A shadow entity pulls the strings, feeding on his anxiety. Can he escape its grasp? Can he learn to embrace messy reality after tasting the alternative? Come find out with me!

The time has come. Things from the shadows lurk, now seizing the moment to spring. The unnamed one, all powerful, trapped in their bonds for so long is now only secured by one withered chain. The fanatics of the Unnamed One search for the artifact which may destroy all tanks. And when they find it, the chains will snap. But a hope remains. Within eight tanks lay the strongest of the Pavel Effect, something scientists cannot explain. A power that may be enough to stop the eldritch beast in its tracks. This is the story of 2063. Cover artworks belong to a very creative person which is not me :D

Short stories about meet-cutes between boys in a bathroom. They get progressively worse as you read. Enhance your experience by listening to Fack by Eminem while reading!