I feel as depressed
as a skateboarding ramp...

my mirror
mirrors me...

There once was a flower
so wild and rare...

Some days I’m a wilted flower
yearning for the clouds to rain upon me...

an apple and an Apricot
appear afore an ape...

hello, my friend, how have you been?
since you’ve been gone, this site is quiet...

Oh gosh
I regret regretting what I always regret...

Oh life…
Oh well...

a drink on the brink of falling,
oh falling...

I am nobody
and might always be like such...

Ah writing
It’s like fire burning wood...

What if I write a sonnet just for you?
You’ll get the extra credit you so need...