…but mostly just tacos.

Got metaphor?

This is a story I wrote after getting inspiration from my friend breaking a plastic fork.

A poem about me doing Chemistry homework at 1am.

Everyone always gets lost somewhere and needs a little advice, here is mine.

A poem for the decisions in life.

Meh.

Sounds a little off, but we are all born with a “fork”; which is our ability as we grow up, to make choices; to determine right from wrong. How will you use your fork?

A dream of strangeness one never forgets.

A story told in Haikus.