I made these all on simple Ms paint.What I felt, I spat on screen.

A set of lyrics I wrote that helped me get through a bad break-up I had from a long time ago. Thought maybe it could help someone else out there get through one too. Love can hurt but music can heal, or at least the thoughts that music presents. Hope you enjoy, and hope this helps.

Is Macaulay dead or alive?

A poem I wrote after a friend had told me a horrible story of one of his friends. I never knew this friend of his, but I wrote this poem for the both of them. There is a secret in this poem of two first names and a last name. Can you figure out what the names are?

We’re all alone together.

What are the reasons why a woman has a relationship with someone who does not love?

Don’t give it to the fear of being alone, just follow your dreams and you’ll be happy.

The buzzing of the beetles, and the rattling of the ceiling fans is all I can hear in this empty room, while I lay here on my bed and think. It is past mid-night and I am used to being nocturnal all night thinking about things, not anything in particular, but just random things where scenes from various incidents that happened in my life, move in and out of my mind.

Let not loneliness scare you. It seems a curse. But it is only apparently so.

Unrequited love: torment, or the bliss of ignorance?