Just a calm quiet night, and I really started to think about what silence was and what hold it had on people. Just random thoughts.

A poem about someone in my life who doesn’t deserve the ability to speak.

A short poem, about the mind of a fag.

I wrote this poem because my mind was stuck on the subject of the dead, and I thought to myself, "What if we retain a form of consciousness for a time after we die?" So I wrote this from the perspective of a dead man or woman, and as if death was pain until we decayed.

Seasonal Poetry, Christmas. A Christmas story.

You will not hear me out.

A little something that came to me after a newfound love.

A poem about love that hides.

Sometimes we are unable to explain some moments when we fall in Love but enjoy those moments or sometimes it happens we find nothing to say but we want to talk more without knowing how.

When we should be separated by time,