This is a place for me to keep some of the poems I write. They are about many things, mostly about living in this traumatic, exploitative, and unequal world and about fighting for a world where all people can be truly together and all people can be truly free.

"Pull me up ya twat!" He said, rapidly tugging on the tug excessively, much, much more than five times."I SAID PULL ME UP TWAT!" He shouted, despite knowing not a single soul could hear his constant shouting near 200 meters down. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that rusty old geezer to actually have is head screwed on right.He said, now sitting down, trying to calm down while still constantly tugging on the rope.Just then, he felt a slight shake in the dive bell that quickly turned into a violent shaking, knocking him around all which way, giving him a deep gash in his hand as his hand quickly was pulled off the rope, causing very bloody rope burn."What the fuck is going on up there?" He said in a somewhat quiet but shaky and concerned tone. Once the shaking came to a short halt, he felt the dive bell slowly ascend as his dive bell continued to shake violently, tossing him around every which way. "Holy shit!" He said before his head bashed into the side of the dive bell, knocking him unconscious.Once his eyes opened, the dive bell had stopped shaking, but it felt unstable. Every time he made even the smallest movement, he heard an eerie creak coming from outside. He calmly stood up before he felt his oxygen slowly seep from his throat. His lungs felt empty, his throat closed, and his legs and arms immediately gave up before he fell to the floor once again. Shortly after, he felt air entering his body again, and felt his muscles and blood properly running through his body before his muscles and lungs gained control again. He stood up one more time before he opened the hatch to the dive bell, still hearing the eerie creaking, and as he stepped outside to an unfamiliar, almost rustic and decrepit metal platform, he looked up once more and saw an absolutely horrifying sight.The sight of his once bright, (of course, a bit of an exaggeration,) oil rig, now rusty and falling apart that looked like as if hell itself had come from the shadows and aged the thing five-hundred or so years, probably even more.

"What... The fuck..."

Here's the collection of the soundtracks from my book series "Stronger Together" that you can find on my profile. All the lyrics are written by me, while music is created by Suno AI.

Since I found such a good AI app as Suno, I've been obsessed with a wish to start writing my own songs again. I wrote something several years ago, but those works were super terrible, and I wish they never exisited. But now I've come back to this, and I'm now trying to do my best to give you the best experience. I'm not sure if I follow the rules of writing songs, but I'm doing my best to make them better. Writing songs in English is a real challenge to me. So, I ask you not to judge me too hard, and I will be really happy if you check this work out, like it, add it to your reading list, and leave a sweet comment.

Stronger Together: The Soundrack (Full Playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLB7RGU7Q1p-upnONRD4VUjj1eiXhKyLQm

This is a place where I put many of the songs I have written. They are on a range of topics including collectivism, solidarity, love, hate, pain, healing, and hope.

Alissiya's true mother loves her. She loves her, but she can't afford to feed her. So Alissiya has to pretend to be the daughter of Lacitia's family. Lacitia is a spoiled girl whose biggest dream is wearing beautiful outfits to her school. Alissiya on the other hand wishes that she could go to school at all.

This is a collection of some of the poems I’ve written. The themes are about surviving this world we live in, finding love and community along the way, and fighting for justice.

This is a collection of some of my poems. Poems about learning, hurting, loving, hoping, sacrificing, healing, and facing this world in all of its beauty and its horror.

A dream I had.

A story about stories, about the power we give them and the power they give us.

How far would you go for the person who feels like home?

Samantha Pearson never expected to fall for someone like Nate Dawson-smart, gorgeous, and way out of her league. Too bad he's taken.

As the new girl in town and a freshman in law school, Sam is just trying to survive the chaos of legal studies. But then there's Nate, her brilliant, charming, "totally off-limits" study-buddy. He's dating Ashley Reynolds, the queen bee of their law school, and Sam knows better than to catch feelings.

But sometimes, the heart doesn't listen. What starts as an innocent friendship soon turns into deep conversations, stolen glances, and moments that felt like "more".

As they chase their dreams of becoming lawyers, real life comes crashing in... can they fight for each other when everything, including their own choices, seems to pull them apart?

Or is some love just not meant to stand the test of time?

I know I have to be grateful to my family for all that they've done for me. I have to be grateful. I have to be appreciative. But why, why do I constantly feel like something is wrong?

Although Kota Mizushiro, and Akiko Chisai are back together, this tells the story about the harsh reality of what lies on the other side. Like their counterpart, Kota is known as Kaito in this universe while Akiko is known as Airi.

Kaito Mizushiro and Airi Chisai were lovers but as one of them got too attached, one of them got friendzoned. Despite the ongoing tension and the complication of being friends, Kaito still loves Airi, however the latter doesn't reflect back. What will happen next?