Probably going to be sad

Braydon Godfrey thinks he's done for when he finds himself alone with only his dog as s companion in a world torn apart by nuclear war. He must learn to survive off what he can find, and learn to trust the people he meets. Braydon and his new friends must stay alive, and evade the "harvesters" for as long as they can. Will they survive in the wild ? Will they survive each other ? Will they even survive themselves ?, but most importantly, will they survive the harvest...

Poems. Death, suicide, depression, cutting, sadness, loneliness, bullying, hope, religion, love, tears, pain, joy, and more. Read if you want poems and maybe a few one-shots too. But if you want everything to have perfect rhymes, sorry. Look somewhere else. #1 in Poetry on 2/15/2015 <3

A Poem

Thanks to my editors... check out their works! Izzy (bellabooily1997) Lizzy (MySweetSunshine) Since Suzanne Collins wrote from Katniss's point of view, I decided it would be fun to write from Peeta's point of view. All characters belong on Suzanne Collins. (Sorry for any inaccuracies, I lent my book to a friend, so I'm basing this off of memory.)

3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter. For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead. Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years. It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore. Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him. Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share. At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles. We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens. But strangley, it's bringing us closer. He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch. Before I even realize it, I'm in love. { Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex Please Don't Read If Bad Language Makes You Cry. But If You Like Hot Emo Boys With Lip Rings, Read Ahead ^.^ }

"It's not easy being different. And that's just the problem. I don't want to be different." I told him. "But that's what makes you special. The fact that your different." He tells me. *** What would you do if you were forced to live by another persons rules? What would you do if you could do things that other people couldn't? What if you realized that you were DIFFERENT. Clarissa knows something. Something she shouldn't know. Unlike the rest of her society, she's special. People can take a toll on your life. But for Clarissa, someone has been helping her. For a long time. She learns new things about her real family, her real friends, and her real past. She is trusting the wrong people, and can't seem to escape her troubles. Clarissa may live in a place where everyone has to be perfect, and where everyone has to follow the rules. But not Clarissa. Will she take the governments chosen path? Or will Clarissa test the limits and take her own path? Is she BROKEN?