The night would last, until he signed.

A short and sweet sibling banter

A simple poem about how time flies by so quickly, maybe fruitlessly, during quarantine Sometimes I think that I'm being productive, but I'm afraid that if the sun were to shine on me again, the trut...

A simple poem about cloud gazing!

The story of an old scooter who was given a second chance, only to mess it up. "Scooter was just going go be moving from one attic and the next. When the family's youngest kid saw him being hoisted...

I am a traveler, foolish is my middle name

I'm possessed, sometimes. Hello, is excuse here?

On the bridge is where we meet. On the same bridge is where we part. The kois below are the only witness to our rendezvous, and once the night departs, and day embarks... No evidence of our love i...

Does the mist embrace to console, or does it conceal so no one can save me.

Stop dreaming and get moving, Dreamer!

There was a time when my only treasure was a pink diary, and my only friend was a purple colored gel pen

I am scared, so scared Am I betraying myself? Am I becoming a better?

Your eyes holds malice towards me Layered over the mortification you have of me

Confession is hard, and the longer you hold back the harder it gets

For my ship is unloved and old Unfit to contain the vast dream I hold

We shared hand touches and raspberry blows As I drew on her words that the rain immediately erased

Then I am home Under the canopy of a run down street shop And warmed by the stick of cigarette I spent my savings on

Revolution, too strong of a word.

The persona a king keeps

In video games, my pandora's box