Humorous poem about a princess with a different kind of tattoo.

As the song goes “Don’t Stop Believing” but I am, much like Ted Mosby, everyday I believe a little less, I’m letting the darkness consume me. Die Nigh… it has most indeed been nigh many times for me but for her, for you well don’t I…

Building a mountain out of a molehill; sure a mountain of silver and for the longest time I have considered this a win, hell am I even good enough for silver? Silver Everywhere… Snow White doesn’t “do” second place if you know what I mean; to be a prince.

This is a short story about adulthood and responsibility. a woman recalls a memory from her childhood about having fun and living simply and her father’s reactions to her. She also addresses a former crush which prompts her to find out where he is in life. When she discovers, that they are in very different situations now she blames her happy, and simple child and digresses to her father’s criticisms.

This is a poem about an adolescent with a veteran father who has PTSD.

The short story I wrote based in Thailand.

When I was a child, I am fond of fairy tales. But things really changed. Fairy tales teaches us hopes, but false hopes—assumptions that can really give us regrets.

Currently I’m waiting for the fruit of the efforts that I have done, and I do not know when I can pick it. I’m sure you’ve experienced it, or maybe even being felt the same.

Sometimes we wonder, why the results / success that we expect is not forthcoming? What’s wrong with what we have done?

Thought of this after getting really connected to my sword.

A poem after realizing how close I was to one of my friends.