A poem inspired by Sisyphus and the monotony of writing.

How regret feels and how to get rid of it (:

A sonnet for Kristen Brownell.

What do you think of the world? Does it have a purpose? Or is it just… there. Waiting for destruction and rebirth.

Another little poem.

We die and then we are reborn again…

Until it doesn’t.

A poem about the slow transition between summer and winter. Focuses mainly on Autumn.

A poem about the repetition of life.

Summer winds down; the last thing I want to do is go to work.