The spirit of God is everywhere and part of each of us.

I heard in a song once “I’m not gonna spend my life being a color” but isn’t that what separates us from dogs, their colorblind. Clear Conscious… I spend most of my life being invisible, it is how I survive but is that what I want.

How long will this continue to go on…

This is a poem about feeling invisible and almost like you don’t exist.

Just writing what comes to mind.

How a dumb guy thinks birds fly. With invisible JET PACKS! (SOOO NOT TRUE)

Does love exist?

A short poetic debate between theism and atheism.

Don’t see me, don’t ask, and for the love of everything don’t read this… why are you still reading this? Amass A Mask… I surely will so no one will see me at Kohl’s and yet they will and what I will become is not as ugly as my real face.

A story I made when I was 12, its dumb if your here don’t read it I already got the veiw.