i was never good with words

Navigating through myself; through ugly loneliness and desperation and self loathing. There's got to be something else in there. Poetry and prose.

This is a personal documentation through poetry. I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it be enough for you. 2022

I am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED

in which i believe i fall into, through, and out of love. dedicated to the butterfly who trapped me before i could trap it. [volume i] [poetry and prose] [2016-2017]

a collection of short stories and proses, hope you like it 💌

In an attempt to move on from his past mistakes, a young man finds solace in writing poems to his lost muse. As time goes by, the boy learns of new love and befriends someone that finally helps him heal his heart. However, good feelings do not last forever as he discovers his affection is deft and unrequited, and his friend is no longer there for him. With deception and angst filling the boy's heart, hope seems eternally lost, and as he descends into a spiral of negative thoughts, love is no longer his light but his damnation in a vicious cycle of Heart's Betrayal.

It said softly into the open vicinity, "Let go of their hands; don't let go of mine." poetry and prose volume iv 2020-2021

God can't hold all of our hands at once.

> there is a great courage in the face of danger; i need to find it. there is a great fulfillment in the face of longing; i need to find it. there is something i am missing and i need to find it. poetry and prose volume iii 2019-2020