A poem about my butterfly mobile.

This is another poem that I wrote while going through an awful breakup with (who I thought to be at the time was) the love of my life. It came to me whole sitting outside at night on my balcony.

A little poem I had made. No description needed, as I have I would expect you to make what you will out of it.

This is my description of why I personally hate Treyarch.

This poem is about a lovely dream which I dreamt recently.It was awesome and really beautiful.When I opened my eyes,it just disappeared.

In reality, do my thoughts count?

A tryst.

James learns a valuable lesson from nature!

Here is a poem.

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