Not Poems

But, that wasn’t what caught her eye. Not his clothes, not his eyes, not even his disheveled hair. It was the blood. The sheer amount of blood.

A few conversations fueled by a healthy mix of imagination and dreams, with a pinch of reality.

Dear Rule Breakers, Not all rules are meant to be broken.

Being honest and being nice, the way I see it, are two completely different things that hardly ever overlap.