Love is one hell of a drug. I should know since I've tripped on it time and time again yielding no results. And many of you have as well.

A short and sweet poem about the highs and lows of each generation. Proving that no particular one has it the worse or is the best.

Just a little something I wrote on a rainy day. A girl's dislike for her small town quickly turns to fear as she is surrounded by a dark force. A force from the very pits of hell.

Love has always come easy to her—but now, it’s her responsibility to protect it. Chosen by seven timeless saints, one girl must journey through a magical realm where feelings have power and affection can turn deadly. In a world built on emotion, her heart might be her greatest weapon—or her greatest weakness.

A young boy who struggles with speech disabilities meets a man who becomes an important figure in his future life.

Note: whispering=stuttering

Be careful for what lurks in hidden areas

Free for all interpretations. the first poem of mine to have the space for it.

You know that deep, sinking feeling we have when you feel like everything is going wrong. Maybe you've shed a few tears. Well, then this might just be the most relatable and authentic poem I've written.