A WHITE ORB IN THE SKY, AND A DESCRPTIVE PIECE ON IT! tell me what you think!

Poetry about a girl driving heading home and theres a crash, and in the end she doesn’t know she didn’t survive.

Please read and leave comments telling me what you think. It would be very much appreciated. Thank you.

A sad story that again, I never finished.

Needing comfort?

Given overflowing attention of wile; towards infinite angles of tile.

Skin Deep, It is a piece I Wrote when A friend had gotten Hurt by Someone she trusted. I trusted this person too, Its like they wore a mask that displayed honor.

The super market is a place were your little angles become little devils.

The crossroads at midnight is where it all began.

A poem about a angel.