the people of the astrox solar galaxy are mostly miners they stay around dead stars not black holes but the ones that the black is gone. the people think they should stop but if they do they just go back to criminals just like the pirates that live and thrive there.

Josh's back from a 50 year long mission exploring two moons 10 light years away. But things have passed on earth, and in reentry, someone shoots him down. He soon finds out, things are much worse than they appear.

This medium length freestyle poem is about me, and the horrors I face daily. All of the stuff in this poem are all true. My sanity and my ability to sleep throughout the night are gone. But i'm still chipper (:

Its one of my poems describing how a friendship is slipping away and not sure if times to say goodbye

My book is about a differient cycles of dreamz

Everyone has their limits.

Presentation of waning moments of woman's life seen through her eyes, her daughter's eyes, and her grandson's eyes.

Poems I happen to write. Some displayed on DeviantART. Some may be happy, others may be highly depressing. Who knows, until I write it, no one does.

It was the night before the train explosion. Crystal was running to the train, she was about to miss it. Then mike put a flower in her pocket. They kissed. she made It just in time. Crystal took the flower out it was a... she woke up who, what, where, why, and how. Her clue to everything, a flower. ( The funny story of a girl in love who loses her mind.)