Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things. T. S. Eliot
Winter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it still is though.
Nick lost Leah, his secret girlfriend, last summer. By going back to his classes, he thought he would be able to forget about the pain of her loss. But then enters Andrea, her identical twin, sharing the same classes with him.
XIII (read as Thirteen). "There's nothing better than a glass of lies and an appetiser of intriguing words."
Thirty-seven-year-old John Morgan's personal life is already in disarray when he receives a phone call that his brother and niece are dead. His relationship with his father is nearly nonexistent, he barely speaks to his sister, and he has no real friends to lean on. As the tragic news slowly begins to sink in, John re...