The cerebrum: the part of your brain that lets you think, reason, and move voluntary muscles.

A poem I wrote that I am very proud of.

There is, actually, a meaning for this poem. I look at it now and wonder why I wrote it, but I always fall back to a deeper meaning inside of it. Do you know what it is?

I had painted this sometime ago.Now its not with me so I couldn’t improve the photograph.

My adventure with bees.

With a feeling of disatisfaction while working for a previous employer, I put into words my feelings and thoughts of the changes to come.

I tried my best to save and send home the baby crow
but for his reasons own he’d to forever go.

Story About Taking Risks.

A medium length poem about a forest.

Baby bird on it’s nest.

A short but alright novel that I wrote. only 2500 words but I tried my best and i’m not that good at writing. check my other stuff .

A controversial love composition titled from the one I implicate and dedicate. A rarely possible love story to happen at this very moment of time…