I decided to write a bunch of poems this summer (2011) for no actual reason. Some of them are complete crap, but some are not that bad. The collection of poems has no common subject, other than the fact that I wrote them. If you like them vote or comment, if you don't like them, then feel free to clear your history on your computer and never have any possible traceable connection to these poems again.

Not as morbid as it sounds, chapter 1 was for an english project and sorry the picture's screwy. Aria Jane Parker, a wind controller with the gift of conspectu-futura (future-sight) has been alive, with her gift, for 5 years. Most controllers with the gift barely live for one. Though her survival may be due to a specific protecter (who she may or may not have feelings for) she herself, is quite a powerful controller. What will she do when she is forced to flee her kingdom, the Calling (the bad guys) make thirteen attempts to kill her, someone she thought was pure good turns to evil, and someone she thought was pure evil, isn't half bad? You'll just have to read to find out.