Doctors and teachers. Loved ones and preachers. All of those people say that drugs are bad for you. That drugs hurt you and hold you back. Well Drugs is here to let us all know the truth.

Three lined poetry that expresses emotions, subjects, and confusion/

I had bad times, bad days, bad months, bad years. When I got into drugs, I found a high that made me forget the bad times. That made me numb to the bad days. That got me threw the bad months. That made unaware to the bad years. This is my story.... you'll know my addiction.... hear my struggles....feel my pain!

Once upon a time, I fell in like with a boy. Something as small as a high five from that boy would give me so much joy. But no one at school liked us together. They teased and taunted us. And all my time with that boy were haunted by their negative opinions. I let them get to me and I let him go. I regret doing that. All I want is him... All I need is ONE MORE CHANCE.

Jay was a sexy guy. He was forward, flirty, and good with his mouth.....well, with his word anyway. He wanted more than I wanted to give. He was a SINFUL DESIRE that was too hot for me to handle.

I was so young . And so naiive. I thought he loved me. Just me. I thought it was more than sex. To me, our connection was so deep that it made the Grand Canyon look shallow. He was SUPPOSED to be a lot of things: Healthy. Honest. And loyal to me. But all the time that I spent loving him, he spent it lying to me. The hardest part of falling in love is having no one to catch you. I loved and trusted him so much that I jumped without a parachute. And busted my ass. Once he broke my trust, I realized.....

My first collection of poems. The things that don't fit anything where but belong in this book.