About the marvellous human mind (Brain)

A poem about death and the grave yard….

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?

This is a short story I have been working on for a few weeks. I’ve drafted different versions, and after some extensive proofreading and editing, this is the one I considered the best candidate to be posted.

Based on 1984 by George Orwell.

When you should just walk away.

The title says it all.

Sometimes we need to say goodbye.

About that special girl again…

In the land of Altonia, a boy slave discovers newfound powers within himself, but they seem to come with a dark and evil past. The key to this past seems locked away in his devilish nightmares, and when a man and his warriors suddenly appear and bring carnage to his town, he must defeat the soldiers and seek revenge. This is the first part in what I’m hoping a long and fruitful story. If I get good reviews and you want me to continue, then I will.

A short poem on the black slave.