Comeagain Stories

This is how I tend to write anymore.

The shadow boy, everyone knows one.

Love is a war zone,dodging bullets from each other or getting hit and shaking it off to keep moving. But sometimes..you get hit too hard to move.

Quite a random piece that I wrote.

Restless night and pain,they boil into words and darkness.

The rain above your head. Think about it.

This is how I tend to wake up in the morning.

A poem that I made for girl that is close to me

Think of how a book becomes a book.

One day there was a boy walking down the street and he got tasered by a cop. He was knocked out for an hour. when he woke up he was in a garbage truck.He said,"ddjh...

A young lady returning from a painful break up in a harsh winter rain.

A small glimpse into the world of a little 5 year old girls mind on a dark night.

A taste of someone's summer this year.

A NYC newcomer in the darkness of night.

Inspired by her experiences during MASTS 2019 at Camiguin.

My encounters and reactions to sexuality and my way of figuring out how to cope and accept it.