Comeagain Stories

Love is a war zone,dodging bullets from each other or getting hit and shaking it off to keep moving. But sometimes..you get hit too hard to move.

This is how I tend to wake up in the morning.

A taste of someone's summer this year.

Quite a random piece that I wrote.

A young lady returning from a painful break up in a harsh winter rain.

Think of how a book becomes a book.

One day there was a boy walking down the street and he got tasered by a cop. He was knocked out for an hour. when he woke up he was in a garbage truck.He said,"ddjh...

My encounters and reactions to sexuality and my way of figuring out how to cope and accept it.

Restless night and pain,they boil into words and darkness.

A poem that I made for girl that is close to me

The shadow boy, everyone knows one.

The rain above your head. Think about it.

Inspired by her experiences during MASTS 2019 at Camiguin.

A small glimpse into the world of a little 5 year old girls mind on a dark night.

A NYC newcomer in the darkness of night.

This is how I tend to write anymore.