Summer Chronicles, Part II: Poems from August 2013.

Every stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]

ǁ You stare at her in the mirror, at those sad and empty eyes you know so well and wonder how it feels...

ǁ Oh, but these are just words...

Memories.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

In which two similar teens meet in an online chat room filled with suicidal kids. - Very, very loosely based on Sala samobójców (Suicide Room) [Ashton Irwin fanfic] *slow updates*

A cafe to explore the alluring taste of aesthetically pleasing words and soft ecstasies hidden under their enchanting attires. All you have to do is... . . Knock. ;)

«her name was insomnia, and she was the greatest metaphor a poet has ever written.»

oh romeo, why must you be born a montague? ©contra, 2016