This is a book of poems that I have written over the last 7 or 8 years. I am a 20 year old female that has been in and out of foster homes for the first 4 years of my life. I was taken by the DHS from my mom when I was 18 months old because she couldn't take care of me and was into a lot of different drugs. I was raped by my foster brother and some of his friends between the ages of 3 and 5. And many other things happened in the foster home that scarred me. So yes I have a lot of trauma, and you will be able to see it in my writings. Most of this book contains poems that I have written myself and then there are a couple more or less rants as a way to express myself as a writer. I find poetry very cathartic and therapeutic. I found out that I was good at poetry when I was only 6. But sadly most of those poems are lost. I really started saving and keeping track of my poems when I turned 12 because I was diagnosed with bipolar depression stage 1. That's when I realised that poetry wasn't just something I did or just a way to write. For me it was a part of me, it was a way to express myself when no one would listen. Even more than that it was a creative way to express the deep dark secrets that I had been hiding about my trauma and all the things that happened to me at a very young age. -Myra Hendrix

A thrilling, Intense, fantasy. When Aryia learns she's living a second life, a life as a spirit, a new and magical world opens up around her. But she is not alone. Darkness also lurks in this world. Will Aryia be abled to lead herself and the other Spirits to victory and save life as we know it? Or will she parish along side her army, at the end of a demon's sword?

“That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.” ― Andrea Gibson A collection of poems about Me and Her. <3

Openly gay Greg Proops has always had a thing for his tall, witty co-worker Ryan Stiles. He never dreamed that one drunken night he'd learn that the presumably straight Ryan had feelings as well. And he never imagined the conflicts that would arise when some of Proops' old trauma would come back to haunt him.

I heard it all, People think just because you don’t speak, you don’t hear. As usual, people are wrong. I had been paying attention since the moment Demi Lomato, or whoever the hell she is, walked through the prison-like doors of the rehab that me and the other screw-ups inhabited. That’s right, I live in a rehab. So while my fellow residents mobbed Demi like she was some angel sent to save us all, I hung back, awaiting for it to all return to normal –not that my life has ever been anything near ‘normal’- But as Demi’s eyes locked onto mine I realized things were about to change.