this poem like many others had been written and forgotten. here it shall be preserved

I hope you find meaning in my words. This is the first I have written in a while. Maybe this is a new beginning, we will see.

An apology

Its always been you

At times like these I sit alone.

How are you?

Often times..

I haven't posted on Commaful in a while, but that doesn't mean i haven't been writing. To anybody who cares this is just to let you know that i haven't disappeared entirely and hopefully I'll get back...

This is a small piece about my favorite color, purple.

I'll take my burden with me

Frozen thoughts

Dreams of her.

Sleepless dreams for which to think.

Conflict of the mind and heart.

On the topic of hate, my thoughts.

A short poem

Me as a poet

Quick poetry and a short ramble.

Blind till the end