((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed differently by different people. You may read beauty. You may read nothing but dark pain. Perhaps you don't read it, but live it. What ever it is that you do, what you feel, please enjoy. Enjoy your single flicker of consciousness. Also please share. And comment. -older poems on here might be kinda terrible, just warning you- Have a good life, you, the reader, have a good life. //also if there are any spelling/grammatical errors, please comment so I can edit them//

...a couple short rants, and other stuff it's pretty self explanetory don't diss my conventional mistakes in this book i don't feel like fixing them also i lowkey did it on purpose

for all those trashy hamilton kids out there you know who you are

she is so underappreciated and deserves her own book so here you can also check out my melanie martinez one if that interests you

"and that is when I realized that breathing had no worth to me." I know you'll never read these, all of you whom these are for, but I'll put it out there anyway. As a last word.

A shitty thing I had to write for language arts class. Halloween-ish ghost inclusive short story. yeah... I suck at descriptions. But don't be afraid