When the storm comes, my compass always points home.

“Taxi! Taxi!”

The cars zip by me as if I’m a green light, no one stops, not even on yellow..until one does.

As I enter, a sigh escapes me. I sit down and sink into the back seats as I look out the window,

“Where to?”

The driver looks at me through the rear view mirror,

A yearning smile slips on my lips,

“Home. I’m going home.”

The ye...

Attempt at a haiku:

The moonlight shines bright

Drinks of moonshine for lost heart;

Hope comes from wonder...

“Dude it was fricken crazy”

“No way! you were inside man?!”

“Yeah dude, and I kid you not, no one even noticed” an annoyed look creeps on my face,

“the kid had a pocket knife with him and popped the jumpy house”

“And then what happened?” My friend asks as he sips on his caprisun holding an uncrustable,

“Here I am tryna find this exit, but every time I step, the floor just sinks man” my eyes ...

“Hehe… ahhh, the smell! To DIE for!”, my fingers like mighty tentacles wrap around the DELECTABLE piece of cheese.

Dear Diary,

Recently, the chef has been having a “rat” infestation. He keeps telling us to set up mouse traps around the restaurant. Little does he know that the rats are human sized 😌

“Here, I’m giving you the key to the storage. Keep an eye out on those traps” Chef proceeds to...

Nature’s laws are now Nature’s suggestions.

The land is gone, Or perhaps we should say floating. Life now exists in the air, on strips of continents that defy gravity. And below… only the vast ocean, as far as the eye can see, with a scattered few islands that survived The Levitation.

No one, no one goes down. For a simple reason: if you go down, you can’t get back up.

The only way to do so is...

As I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is the darkness that consumes my soul. I cover my eyes as a sinister grin creeps on my face, no one understand. 😔

I put on my black makeup that represents the darkness of my mind, and cold blue lipstick just like my cold cold heart. 💙

At this point, my sister barges into my room-unannounced- though, unbeknownst to her, I knew she’d be here even...

Roses are red

Violets are by skunks

I was scared of Ted

Now he’s in my trunk *hiccup 🥴

*posts photos on Instagram story...

It’s the middle of November and I’m trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my dismay, bodies don’t just bury themselves. The sunlight reflects off the snowy floor blinding my eyes as I continue my path through this barren land. I give a piggy back ride to the corpse of my friend, whom just died from the Infection. He knew, and I knew, just never wanted to speak of it, that it would n...