Hi I'm plebpoet. I present a poem called "When I am alone" that I wrote a few years ago. My poetry book is incomplete and unreleased at this time, for no reason other than life distracts me, as stated in this exact poem.

I think I am going to share more poems here to test them out, give them a little exercise in the world. However, many of these were written when I was a different person. I used to be one inconsolable existentialist, and perhaps you'll see that come through. I can't decide if my poems have any value now that I can't relate to the girl who wrote them. Still love that girl, though.