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.

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.

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 true story, not a work of fiction. This is the story of an overdose I encountered and what I we all did to help.

This is the true story of my bus ride home from school one day. The story of a man speaking his truth to the world.

The world was murdered. The world will live again, will rise out from under its fetters. So will the people. In the meanwhile, the Yemars have magic. The Yemars have magic, and they have each other, and they have hope.

Welcome to Felinaea, a world of enchanting beauty where the night sky sparkles with a thousand stars and the forests whisper ancient secrets. In the serene village of Whiskerfield, nestled on the enchanting planet of Felinaea, lives Lyra, a gifted musician with a heart full of melodies and a subtle yearning for more. Her cream-colored fur and bright green eyes reflect the beauty of her surroundings, yet they also hint at the loneliness she often feels. Lyra's peaceful life is upended when Orion, a mysterious traveler with dark fur and piercing blue eyes, arrives at her doorstep, seeking shelter.

As their friendship blossoms, they uncover a hauntingly beautiful music box in Lyra's attic, revealing secrets of their families' intertwined pasts. Their discovery sets them on a journey of trust, personal growth, and an exploration of a love that transcends time. Together, they face hidden truths, unexpected challenges, and the enchanting mysteries of Felinaea.

Join Lyra and Orion in "Serenade in Whiskerfield," a heartwarming tale of love, mystery, and the magic of unexpected connections, where every note played is a step closer to unlocking the secrets of the past and the promises of the future.

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Jeff and the dean (Craig) have been "secretly" crushing on each other, the study group decides to get them together, and drama is crayyy

Songs from the amazing Amavikka religion and culture Fialleril made, set in the harsh desert sands of Tatooine and guarded closely by the slaves.

Fialleril can be found on Tumblr or AO3.

Right now I am nineteen years old. soon I will be twenty years and thirty years. I know time goes on fastly, it hurts.

i don’t know why is that but it really hurts.

I remember my childhood. it’s just like yesterday, I know we have to move on, I said it to myself many times but every time it’s stuck with my mind ‘’ The Feeling Of Childhood ‘’

‘’time’’ it’s funny because sometimes we were happy it’s going so fast and the boring times it’s going so slowly.

the most hurt part in life is when we recognize that good times are already over, it becomes to the memories. every second, every minute, every day we going to older. time is the most valuable part of every life.

as we grew up we get responsibilities it’s getting heavier every day. It depends on time if we can go back in time we can change everything, but my wish is, its good if we cant go back in time because everything happens for reason.

time changes everything.

I know it’s hard but we have to face it. because that what life is right? I told myself that every time to myself when I feel sad.

sometimes it helps me sometimes not. yeah it’s pretty good

Are You Happy About This Everything?

No ← — — — — — Are You, Happy — — — — — — — → Yes

Time, Good to know.

These are the lyrics to songs that I've written. Mostly about the struggle for universal liberation.

So i had a dream. Two young men, one escaping terrible exploitation and one escaping terrible luxury, meet. They set of on their individual journeys to change their lives. On the way they meet angels and monsters and mermaids and demon horses and perfectly normal people with universes locked inside their tears. And they meet themselves. It was all a dream I had one night, literally a dream with the unbelievable qualities dreams have. It  was a bit weird. It was a bit disjointed. It was a bit fantastical. It was definitely emotional. It was a bit ridiculous at times, but it was inspiring at times. And I woke up in a daze, a literal daze. I decided to share the content of this dream with whoever comes across this story and decides to read it. Honoured guests, I humbly welcome you, to the story I spent days caudifying when I was supposed to be doing my homework.