This is a collection of my poems that I've written over the years. I write about heartbreak, mental heath issues, grief, etc. I use these poem as a release, a coping mechanism if you will. I also take requests if you would like me to write you a poem. If interested hit me up I check them pretty consistently. I hope you love them and heavy trigger warning on most of them for talks of, mental health issues, sa, and grief (death), among other things. ⚠️‼️

A set of humble poems I've written. The subjects are diverse. I'm unsure if I fully understand them myself, so a description would prove to be futile. CRITICS ARE APPRECIATED.

Vierne Obolensky is the last heir of the Obolensky family, the family of Earls in Moscow, Russia. With a demigod's destructive powers in both her hands, she killed everyone who touched her, leaving her alone in an abandoned mansion away from human civilization, waiting for a peaceful end, until she meets music, music in human form. As he takes over her days and nights, she is lost in his ocean blue eyes. Those eyes that invite her to kill again, this time, to secure a position as the most powerful mediator between gods and humans, the ruler of death, the judge of purgatory, a Gatekeeper. As they go on a journey of self-discovery, they meet other magical beings, exorcists, gods, devils and star sprits. Music falls prey to his old deeds under a fatal curse. "My death awaits me," "Not if I rule over death," With a sweet savage and a romantic pervert by her side, will such a sheltered girl ever get to the Gatekeeper throne every demigod wishes for? Dear Ms Lady Demigod Copyright 2018