Comeagain Stories

A taste of someone's summer this year.

The rain above your head. Think about it.

Quite a random piece that I wrote.

This is how I tend to write anymore.

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

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

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

Inspired by her experiences during MASTS 2019 at Camiguin.

A NYC newcomer in the darkness of night.

The shadow boy, everyone knows one.

Think of how a book becomes a book.

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

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

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

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,"ddjhfjdjhejjdjfujdjhdhxhhdhxhchxhdhdhxuxhhdhxhdujdhhdhdhdhxjdhhdhxjdjdhhdhhdbdhhxhxbydjhelpmendjjdjfjjdjdjjd."the a rat jumped at his bike.The bike said "Hey that hurts stop please," the rat started crying on the garbage and died.I was weirded out from the rat talking and the bike talking. THE END You don't know how random I am pretty random

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.