A collection of poems and words about my life. About life itself. About humanity

a book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.

Grace Willow has enough problems in her life as it is. The bullying at school is out of control, with students that torture her physically and mentally, and will stop at no end just to see her miserable, an abusive dad, and a mom who is always M.I.A she has no one to turn to. Having life always throw knives at her back, kick rocks at her feet, and blow dust in her face, Grace has seemed to gotten used to falling with no one there to catch her. Logan Hunter is a walking Romeo. He has the good looks, the bad boy personality, the tattoos, and of course the girls. He calls, and they come a' running. He smokes, gets high, drunk, and into fights 24/7. The thing he doesn't have is a good temper. When he's angry he's destructive. Not caring what he does or who he hurts in the process. He can't control his acts, because he can't control how he feels. When the two meet, something is bound to happen, and sparks might just fly. Could be sparks of love... or maybe something much much worse? Warning: This book does contain explicit language and sexual content as well as violent scenes. * This description kinda sucks after looking back on it after year of writing but please give this book a chance. I promise you it's not that terrible :P *

"God, you are such an ass!" I screamed at him "Really, Faith. Cause I'm pretty sure I told you from the beginning. I don't do relationships...... And a matter of fact, neither do you. So why are you acting like this!" He growls. He was clenching his jaw, as he pointed his fingers at at me. "You know what. Forget it!.....Fuck. You drive me crazy. You say I'm the one, who wants to be sad and alone but the truth is, you do. You're the one who's going to be alone. So whatever, you do your thing, and I'll do mine. Okay, you win." "What's that suppose to mean!" he grabs me by the arm and pulls me towards him. As our eyes meet,and he begins to search my face. I can feel my pain starting to seep through my skin. "Sleep with whoever you want Ian. And I'll do the same." "Fine, go be a fucking whore" he angrily says, as he turns from me. He screamed "Fuck" as I walked out his apartment door, and slammed his drinking glass of scotch against the wall...... "It's like once you've been hurt, you're scared to get attached again. Like you have this fear that every person you start to love is going to break your heart" Ian Wilson, see Faith Rose and his heart skips a beat for the first time in his life. Faith sees Ian and thinks about how she has kissed more bottles than boy. You know what they say, hangovers hurt less, then a broken heart.