Thanksforlooking Stories

A poem about my two brothers, well overdue

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

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

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

This is how I tend to write anymore.

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.

The rain above your head. Think about it.

A NYC newcomer in the darkness of night.

Quite a random piece that I wrote.

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

Think of how a book becomes a book.

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

The shadow boy, everyone knows one.

A taste of someone's summer this year.