Thanksforlooking Stories

Quite a random piece that I wrote.

The rain above your head. Think about it.

A taste of someone's summer this year.

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

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

This is how I tend to write anymore.

A poem about my two brothers, well overdue

The shadow boy, everyone knows one.

Think of how a book becomes a book.

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.

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

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

A NYC newcomer in the darkness of night.

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