The pen I hold is my wand.With one motion of it,I create something hauntingly beautiful.Aching sorrows,juxtapositionedwith romance;darkly romantic.Script seasonedwith the Gothic, and the surreal.Dreamy and nostalgic.How is it so?Blending opposites,bridging themuntil they're sensical.My pen, my friend,knows more of my...

Less than a week after Dan christened my cunt, he invited Andy and me over for swimming and dinner. It was Friday night, no work for the weekend. Samantha gladly agreed to stay with her grandparents since she was...

Pain in the rain.That's what I callcrying beneaththunder clouds.So no onewill see my tears.So no onewill judge me.Concealing sorrowwithin the rain has been my game.No one sees me!Tears camouflagedby the teary clouds.No one will ever knowmy true pain.Well I'm tired...

Under the winter day’swhispery glow,all is quiet here.This is my shattering.No more hymns of breath.Just waiting beside my tombstone.Dressed wildly in vines of time.Had you been a ghost too,would you have noticed me?Must death be the only way?Bound now...