poems

Who would have thought that the ultimate destruction could be so delicious?

chick: am i a people? chicken: no, you're a chicken chick: do chickens come from people? chicken: no. chickens come from eggs. chick: are eggs born? chicken: no. eggs are laid chick: are people laid? chicken: some are. others are chicken anyway, these are some of my eggs...

A Series of LGBTQIPA poems.

Aurora and Auburn Wellington are twins who look almost exactly alike. One night, while getting groceries, Aurora witnesses a murder involving two thug brothers named Derek and Jayden. Frightened, she gets chased back home, where eventually the two men leave. The next morning, while Aurora is out, Auburn is kidnapped by the two men, who mistake her for Aurora, because of their resemblance, unaware that she has a twin. Now Aurora has to embark on an adventure to get her twin back before it's too late.

all right so this is how it is. i know there are so many people who feel this. my heart is for you. i am done with that... ish. i have not cut in almost a month! it gets better. just keep walking on ok! ever need any one there is me

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

Harrison Kringe loses more than his wife when she suddenly dies after giving birth; he loses his mind. He blames his newborn baby girl for his devastating loss. She will pay the price for his insanity. Taught from birth to know only unimaginable horror, Harrison creates a monster. Can he control his creation, or will he become a victim of 'Daddy's Little Girl'?

Three packs... all full of werewolves. MoonClan. SunClan. FangClan. I, Lana, live in MoonClan; the pack full of pure bloods. I am supposed to live in FangClan, the pack of vampire-werewolves, but my father wanted a better life for me so he snuck me into MoonClan. You see, if you are a vampire-werewolf, you are shunned and can't communicate with the other packs. You are mistreated and often murdered by the other packs. Little did I know that in 16 years, my life would change for the worst.

This is a small compilation of poems I write at night, which is mostly when I'm most creative. Topics can vary throughout the book, but I really do hope you guys enjoy it.