just a beachfront of bad blood and a coast that's unclear ; copyright © 2016

[2017] pseudo-poetry journal. maybe it's worth it to create for the sake of nothing.

*tries to be a proper poet*

i'm brittle. snap me. i like the sound. [2017-18]

poetry collection #4 || #749 in poetry 02/18

poetry collection #3

poetry collection #2 || #789 in poetry 02/18

if everyone was honest would our society fall? they tell me: if you can't say something nice, say nothing at all { the search for all my mysteriously absent capital letters is still ongoing } My third book of poetry, regrets and successes.

they think i'm weird - i know they do it's true, i'm not like them i'm vulnerable, exposed a snail without its shell that's why the place that i feel safest is the inside of my eyelids where no one else can hurt me if i don't let them in { this is where i take capital letters and i watch them soar majestically out the window } Amateur poetry from a strange mind. #679 in Poetry - 01/11/16 #557 in Poetry - 01/14/16 #483 in Poetry - 01/15/16

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