When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

Thoughts, words, and emotions fighting to be set free. (Poems about daily life, unrequited love, random things, battle of faith, and the ups and downs of being a human being.) May these entries encourage you to never give up, to keep on living, and to trust in God completely. I pray that through these written words, you'll realize that there's hope, even for the hopeless.

{SEQUEL OF POST IT} - The day's been endless, but it's almost over. I know she's out there, I know she's on her way to me. I know we are getting closer and I've been waiting for her, since that fortuitous reply. Because everything started with a post-it.

it isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015

Ella Hall moved to New York four years ago. Leaving behind a rocky love life, old friends, and one hell of a senior year. She was ready to start her new life and leave the past behind her, but that didn't really go has plan. You see she happen to run into a old fling her second week attending the dance college of her dreams. They automatically hit off like the last time and now four years later she is engaged and things are going great. She has a job working for the most well known dance hall in New York as a performer and to make things even more she gets to work with her now love of her life. Everything was wonderful her and nothing would come between what she has with Mr. fiancé. That is until her old love life comes knocking her down on her feet. What happens when old boyfriend and best friend; Shane Mills, shows back up and old feelings are dug back up? Will Ella find herself torn between two familiar flings once again? *Special thanks to esoterically for making the amazing cover*

"Etcetera" definition: "and other unspecified things of the same class; and so forth" [--The Free Dictionary] Hello there, and welcome! This is where I post my most random ramblings. I do hope the experience is enjoyable; however, enter at your own risk.

"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.]

it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.

Hello and welcome. You can call me Alex. I'm extremely pleased to meet you, if that's the right term to use, since technically we haven't met. Anyway, before you go any further, I'd like to warn you. You're stepping into a dangerous and crazy place...my mind. Yes, these are my letters, written by me, Alex, Society's Creation. Everything you read is true. So therefore my dear friend, I warn you, because even I am scared of myself.