Poetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recovery, and others. I also have included some of my favorite school poetry assignments. Please pick and choose as you wish, and enjoy the the works of a broken soul.

"Everybody has a dirty little secret." "Yes, but mine can kill." Courtney Flint has kept her distance from the person she wanted to hate most in the world: Draco Malfoy. She hated the person he had turned into, but when she is paired with him for a school project, she couldn't help but fall for him. He seemed to be falling as well, which made Courtney suspicious of him when he started to play games with her. When his secret is revealed, can she trust him? Can she trust herself not to fall in love with him?

Fanfic Watty Awards winner 2011. Lily Luna Potter is the only daughter of the famous Harry Potter. It's her fifth year at Hogwarts and her feelings for a certain golden haired Slytherin are starting to surface. He's the son of an ex-deatheater, but for some reason, she can't get him out of her head. Can she resist her temptations this year? Especially on an eventful school trip to Durmstrang for the infamous Triwizard Tournement. On the outside Scorpius Malfoy has everything, the looks, the brains and the charm but there's one thing missing. A certain red head that he can't have. Or can he? This year will change everything. Magic and Love in one story. What more can you want really? Note: I know now that the new book and play has come out it may be a little different to what happens in this story, as when I wrote this story I didn't have a clue what any of the characters were going to be like. So I'm sorry if they act out of character to whats in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.

Why left me to live. If you were so cruel, Let me die and let it be YOU, the one who shoots

I could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trauma, heartbreak, depression, and even religion, so read on your terms, but take it as a warning if you can't handle those things in poems. Either way, I hope you're in good hands. (:

Just a composition of some fiction and non-fiction tales of a teenage girl's life. Her perspective. Her world. Boys, listen.

It's always been the two of us since I remember, as Tom (my dad) left us when I was just a toddler. He never accepted mum's complete dedication to music and I think this is what caused them to break up. I'll never forgive him for giving up on us, and even more for not being there when mum fell ill. But he was too busy raising his new family I guess. And now that we have to live under the same roof, I feel like he’s no more than a stranger to me. Fortunately, I still have my music. No matter what happens around me, I know that I can always find refuge in music. It's hard to explain but as I sit at the piano the world hushes and my soul starts to sings. And I still have my Big Dream - to get into Julliard and become a great pianist as my Mum. The most famous conservatory in the world and New York City are waiting for me! I just have to nail an important audition that is just a few weeks away.. Fingers crossed!!