poorly written poetry ; lowercase intended

To those who have been hurt so much A smile is just something That can hide the pain ~-~-~-~-~- A collection of crappy poetry, not for others, but for me to express my emotions.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

"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.

What if the only thing you have left is just a piece of paper? Well, more of a whole stack of papers, a thousand to be exact. Origami is the only thing for the one who folds again and again, one paper bird at a time. It's the only hope this person has who has fallen into the depression of knowing nothing will ever change, alone with no one to catch them. But it's not until a magical paper world opens up to this person, filled with life and color compared to the dark and gloomy life. The only question is: Will these paper cranes give this person hope once more or will they abandon this person in the darkness?

eating rose jam in the backseat of ur car ©2016, ina

i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina

Sydney read all his letters. Theo didn't know.