Vacant Stories

A stranger sits beside you on a ride.

Just an angry millennial ranting about an ever changing society, the rise of online shopping and the displacement of workers and customers

Sunniva was painfully aware of the Fool’s incessant gaze. He must have seen her, must have noticed. She had tried to hide the creeping deep blue pigment that seeped thro...

To my Youth

It is as if the world will come together once more

This is a poem about a girl, who never got to experience the beauty of life, because society broke her.

Margaret Skyworth. Her best friend is Edward Sanders. They're best friends until they end and that is certainly proven within their more-than-ten year friendship. Follow...

Something just doesn't seem right.

Like the smell of the rain after a scorching day; Like the smile of a child when you are upset; Like the aroma of coffee on a tired evening; Like the first r...

Waiting is a sign of true love

This is in memory of a man who lost his life on a sunny, seemingly peaceful Saturday. An acknowledgment to the loss of my innocent veil protecting me from the true reali...

"Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them." ~George Eliot

esta historia viene de la cancion de alan sutton y las criaturitas de la ansiedad llamado: Las vacas, pereyra y la elite