This poems are just random thought that ran through fast enough that I actually wrote them. Enjoy. All are written by me.

I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.

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people write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. june 1st 2018- august 16th 2018 thank you, @blushingbieber, for the wonderful cover! hr: #1 in poem 8.3.18 #1 in poetrycollection 8.15.18 #1 in poems 4.28.19

but what became of the boy whose dreams were carried on broken angel wings?

The sound of rain pattering against my brow, Left me nothing but unease in the soft air. The slimy fresh water dripping down my sparkling face, Showed me no kindness in the waters of salt. For I cannot any longer feel the refreshing cool of that water, But only the grinding salt on my skin. Here, in my oceans, I sing my chorus of old, A ballad of the merfolk, The song of Siren. ~~~all pictures used in the book have been procured from the internet. Credit goes to those who made them.~~~ ~-lovely cover done by rubybishbosh, thank you!-~