You can be whatever you want to be.
A poem that might not even be finished yet. A long, still kind of rough draft. I'd love constructive feedback on it. The kingdom has leftovers.
If Caroline can't get the boy she likes for Christmas, she'll get something else. A poem that's slightly reddish. A deal with the devil inside ,a man offers
emotionless existence in exchange for worldly success. How far can he comply with the clauses of the contract ? If I may? What do you think about society and the environment today?
Would love to hear your take on my piece x Inspired by the lights going out in my neighborhood A warning to each and every one who loves his home
Alternative timeline where the corporate world started abusing Earth's crust after exhausting it's surface.