he was a blank canvas and words could flow out of him effortlessly, there was never a stutter or a stop. he was a sky of colour, a mess of words tumble out of his mouth, messy and faint. *this fanfic contains drinking, abuse, and mention(s) of suicide. if there are any specific trigger warnings, send a DM please!

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

My book of poetry, is a book filled with poems of how I feel, felt. I actually got the inspiration from the person that I adore the most, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. I hope y'all enjoy. There will be more to come but just wait on it , my hands get tired. This book all my work so if your that low down where you have to steal my ideas then your pathetic and you will get caught but...enjoy.

This is a club where budding poets can exercise their skills, meet like minded people, make friends and possibly gain loyal reader and followers. Every week the group of members decide on a topic and all of them will write a poem revolving around that topic, rewards for the best poems and critics. We also have a reader's board where people who like reading can sign up and help in critiquing the poetry written by the poet members.