"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less pathetic. And also, I spice it up with dirty poetry, in good ol' me style, so I don't ruin the esthetics.

Love in the shape of poems. Pain in the shape of words.

Oh, forbidden fruit So sour, so sweet I have been banished from the the garden And I dont think I miss it And yet I want another bite.