Just a little excerpt inside my soul… From a time of somber solitude, while fighting the ashes settling around me…

The ideas of a man with no intentions be anything but himself and of himself with his things and only his things.

This has been a rough week. Snowed in with no big projects! Didn't feel like reading a lot, watching tv, or working on my scrapbook...

“Pieces of Isaiah” portrays a poet caught between brilliance and hesitation, perfection and chaos. He navigates two books, memory and mirror, while ADHD and procrastination tug at his focus. Music, cooking, and return to the page become survival rituals. He absorbs others’ emotions, loves deeply, and struggles to love himself. Therapy offers fragile balance, yet pain simmers beneath raw, unfinished poetry. Detroit represents possibility and voice, while ordinary details ground him. The poem reveals a creator in motion—unfinished, resilient, searching for wholeness within fragments. Each line becomes evidence that identity is built slowly, painfully, and beautifully over time alone within.

I use Wattpad to post fanfictions and actual stories and I was wondering if anyone would want to follow for a follow back? I don't post constantly but I plan to change that soon. I typically write romance stories but I plan to write some other genres as well. My favorite trope is Enemies to Lovers. I hope you find my stories to be able to put a smile on your face. I've always wanted to make people happy with my writing especially since it's been one of my favorite activities growing up

This is something simple and small something I wish people would understand and how beautiful it can truly be even if it hurts

I'm not sure how to describe this poem of mine, so I'll just say that it took of lot of emotional energy to write this in one go.

A new Era of writing. Sharing your thoughts, creative process, owning and sharing experiences that you thin people should know for new beginners that's just starting out.

How my ex has lied to me in different ways, and how I've felt betrayed in knowing he lied.. but staying with him because I believed I could fix him.

The door represents our urge to feel and know what once was, our memories. And how it pulls us in to it's grasp, and we don't look back.

The kind of hatred I feel, the kind I sometimes yearn for when I feel nothing stiring In my chest. The kind.. that makes your blood boil over.

A collection of all of my book covers and illustrations and designs all of my art here in my art gallery named after my grandfather’s original name coffee table available for sale on Barnes and Noble

A collection of all of my book covers and illustrations and designs all of my art here in my art gallery named after my grandfather’s original name coffee table available for sale on Barnes and Noble

A collection of all of my book covers and illustrations and designs all of my art here in my art gallery named after my grandfather’s original name coffee table available for sale on Barnes and Noble

A collection of all of my book covers and illustrations and designs all of my art here in my art gallery named after my grandfather’s original name coffee table available for sale on Barnes and Noble

A collection of all of my book covers and illustrations and designs all of my art here in my art gallery named after my grandfather’s original name coffee table available for sale on Barnes and Noble

A collection of all of my book covers and illustrations and designs all of my art here in my art gallery named after my grandfather’s original name coffee table available for sale on Barnes and Noble

A collection of all of my book covers and illustrations and designs all of my art here in my art gallery named after my grandfather’s original name coffee table available for sale on Barnes and Noble

Las puertas de Christo y Jean Claude :a one of a kind artistic triumph en Nyc Las puertas de Christo y Jean Claude :a one of a kind artistic triumph en Nyc

Dj Frizbee is an illustration I did of a Dj I call Frizbee. I created DJ Frizbee when I was in highschool.