I had an idea for a horror story called 1991 but just ended up writing a poem instead, enjoy: 1991 The year horror takes shape another...

I just fall apart Watch it all collapse Crumbling Burning down Ashes overhead Hurting lungs Hardly breathing But still crying out Wishing...

Like a ton of bricks Like a waterfall Like an avalanche Just say the word I gather my dry heart Like sticks primed for the kindling I...

It can sometimes feel like the fire is going out. Run down. Lost. The world has no passion or color left in it. It's all been worn down...

Being honest with ourselves can be hard, especially in the age of social media where lies are mass marketed to us constantly. Is faking...