A book of poetry, amongst other things. "of these things I am grateful: these hands of mine, that fold into stars at night to take and burn and illuminate these books that turn into secrets at four a.m., and when I press my fingers close I can feel my steady beat- I know hands are made for making too. the ghosts in the back of my closet, whose weeping faces I have kissed again, and again, but despair leans on these walls and I know there is comfort in hiding and there is weight in my feet, my thoughts, my words: I am better for it."

A short extended metaphor comparing the ocean and your dreams

Simple words that limit one's actions.

This is only a small selection of Windswept The full collection is due for publication by Outerbank Publishing Group very shortly. It can be pre ordered at http://www.outerbankpublishing.com/store/#/Windswept-Poems-of-Love/p/53782074/category=14187005 A collection of spiritual poetry of the heart.

A person collection of poetry, sayings, song and what-nots.

(This is yet another poem I have written a long while ago! Now, weird fact here, but this poem was inspired by a Pokemon song, no kidding. It is a pretty awesome boss theme though, and the doomsday bells at the beginning is the main inspiration. There's a video of it here for those interested.) Far away, in another dimension, there is a crumbling tower in a desolate wasteland. In it, three ancient bells hold the great corrupted power of the chaos that wreaked havoc upon that world long ago...the day the horrible strength finally awakens, what can stop it from destroying all? What can reign victorious over unimaginable pain and sorrow..? (COPYRIGHT: Obviously, the song is not mine; it comes from the video game, Pokemon Rumble Blast, which belongs to Game Freak and Nintendo. The video was posted by a person with the username of Wii2PARTY. If I do not have permission to post it, please do tell me.)

A collection of words that harmoniously, flow together and often make sense. I hope you enjoy reading my poetic compositions as much I enjoyed writing them.

"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

Someone is following me. I only catch glimpses of a man in the shadows behind me whenever I steal a glance, but I know that something is wrong... In the tradition of UK drabbles, this is a story that is exactly 100 words.

Life is an empty book Lonesome in its Bland Market For from the first word Are bloods pen dashes across it Lost in the sea of red Sail across it.