Safyra likes sex like any natural human being. But the decisions that she makes to get it, lead her down dark path. Confusing lust for love is one of her biggest obstacles. She's dragged down into the trenches of her own inner demons by liars, cheaters, manipulators and even death. Sometimes sex, especially the good kind, will change a saint into a sinner, and their deepest darkest desires will be what possesses them.

pu·ri·ty ˈpyo͝orədē/ noun freedom from adulteration or contamination. "the purity of our drinking water" synonyms: cleanness, clearness, clarity, freshness; More

Honestly, I was someone who hid their writing from EVERYONE. But now I have excepted it and I am proud of my writing and my poems. These are some of my most inner thoughts and feelings (some of them, not all... maybe. I'm honestly not even sure). But if you are reading this, I would love pointers and tips, corrections if you see any! I won't be offended, I just want constructive criticism! I hope if you read these, you enjoy:)

I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved

A collection of EXCERPTS. [poetry, quotes, and otherwise]. Your place to come when you feel lonely, because you're not alone when you feel this way. "We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going insane and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't." IMPORTANT: Read 'not an update; read please' beforehand. Note: parts more towards the end are fairly better than the beginning, just a fair warning. **TRIGGER WARNING** [Highest ranking: #1 in Poetry]

"The colors of knowledge splash onto the blank canvas of my mind," -ddiaz80 These poems are based on most colors of the color spectrum and will be laced with my emotions. Enjoy :) {Criticism would be very much appreciated}. I DO NOT OWN THE ARTWORK FOR THE COVER

There's dirt under my fingernails, sawdust in my hair. I'm proud to say I hammer nails. Install toilets. Hang drywall. Welcome to the construction zone. Note: I've had to "unpublish" a few poems from this collection because they are going to appear in various magazines. Sorry if you missed them. And a big warm thank-you to all the readers who read and commented and supported me. You've helped me grow as a writer. Hugs to you.

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

❝ everything inside of me is living in your heartbeat. ❞ © nate k. 2015

After she tragically loses her mother, Cassie turns to street fighting-but she soon learns that the biggest fights happen outside the ring. ***** Seventeen-year-old Cassandra Haynes has never been one to follow the rules. Constantly on the brink of expulsion at school, she doesn't care what anyone thinks about her. But when tragedy strikes and she is left alone to care for her little sister, Cassie needs to find a way to survive and quick. Without telling a single soul, she moves to the next city over and turns to the only thing she knows--the illegal sport of street fighting. As her fights get grittier and more dangerous, Cassie finds out that there are even more people out for her blood. She'll do anything to protect her little sister and some people are about to learn the hard way. Content and/or Trigger Warning: attempted suicide in Chapter 2. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] Link to the sequel - https://www.wattpad.com/story/29778845-the-mystery-fighter-ii Cover designed by Ren T