he who dares not touch the thorns shall never have the rose.

If I feel Lonely, I scratch myself and wander off to a world where no one knows me.

in which one lost boy thinks he's met his supernova but gets sucked into a toxic black hole instead. [boyxboy short story romance] ©neonblacck2018

vanilla scented poetry

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.

"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016

I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.