head-banging and face-palming and poetry.

The girl he's loved more than any other has died, leaving him with a confession he never got to deliver. But, thanks to a deal struck with a Pedlar in a graveyard, Colt now has three days to spend with Aquarius Joans, the girl who stole his heart.

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." a collection of capricious drabbles. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and thirteen.

"and so the canopy of trees flutter and bathe you in green leaves and i swear to the heavens right at that moment we were infinity" a collection of poems

An essay book about my life, and, on occasion, the lives of others as well.

Winter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it still is though.

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

❝ I like to write about the way things used to be and paint pictures of my memories with beautiful words and melodies ❞ Notes: Quotes: Poems inspired by Lana Del Rey 07/08/14 - Poetry #566

❝is this all we get? to be absolute?❞ (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)

"To be honest, none of us really belong anywhere, but we're all outsiders and outsiders tend to band together like their own island of misfit toys." -Violet Zykin, Flowers. Marie thought her heart was okay. Derek thought that he was alone. Violet thought that being subordinate to her sister didn't bother her. Shamshad thought that he could survive his parents expectations. Rose was sick of being 'perfect'. What happens when all their lives are changed? ||RATED PG13 FOR STRONG LANGUAGE, TOUGH TOPICS||