An assortment of my poems, some good, others not so much. Prepare for misplaced adolescent angst and feelings I don't know how to process.

Split my head open and you shall see stars.

because the mythology nerd in me wouldn't shut up

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

if nothing else works, call your mom. poetry #9