Huh

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.

The Space Between My Ears

Split my head open and you shall see stars.

Of Lovers and Thieves

because the mythology nerd in me wouldn't shut up

Spilled Ink

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

Goddess

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