Thanksforlooking Stories

The shadow boy, everyone knows one.

The rain above your head. Think about it.

Quite a random piece that I wrote.

A taste of someone's summer this year.

A poem about my two brothers, well overdue

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.

A NYC newcomer in the darkness of night.

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.

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

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

This is how I tend to write anymore.

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