A fictitious story of what didn’t take place but could have happened to anyone beyond the distance of this poem.

This is a personal poem about my hang-ups in writing.

This is the last goodbye.

While the words here are about a server, this applies for much more than that. Can you see the hidden message?

Something I wrote for my pops when I released my second paper on the school publication.

Pain brings sin.

There is hope.

Another frustrated poem.

Sorry for my language.

Your treatment is hard to take.