Words have power. I learnt that from an early age. I love that you can bring people to other worlds and take them for a tour, create a whole universe in peoples minds, or give a special kind of hope and friendship to them. I love to welcome people to the worlds I love to create. Welcome to my heart.

A collection of poems written whilst studying, covering the highs and lows of education and growing up whether that be the stresses and strains put upon friendships; the growing experiences with love; the draining pressure put upon students or the gratification and positivity emulating from academic successes. - Copyright @2016, All Rights Reserved Ranked 238 in poetry (31/08/2016)

(Highest: #554) [ The stolen words in which I release from my broken mind. The imaginary scenarios and the words I dare not speak aloud rest inside this book. ]

Polaris, by H.P. Lovecraft. This short story was written in 1918, and was first published in the December 1920 issue (No. 1) of the amateur journal The Philosopher.

A collection of my own poetry, in various styles. Some were written from prompts, some from random inspiration. I hope you enjoy peeking into my heart and mind.

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.

Liz Cartwright was a 17 year-old girl. She had a 4.0 GPA, practically lived in the library, was always garbed in black head-to-toe, or else another color so dark you can't really tell the difference. No friends, no-one to ask what her family life was like... Alex Foster was a comic geek. IQ worthy of a theoretical physicist, but an aversion to schoolwork. Any of his 10 or so friends would tell you that he was rude as hell, but still one of the best friends you could have. He wished that they would ask less about his home life. They never really understood... Two people who had never met, and would normally not have anything to do with each other, until one day, everyone else in the world disappeared without a trace...

During Racheal's inability to decide what she wanted to with her life today, she is pushed down memory lane. This is how she came up with the idea to pay a suprise visit to her old friend Liam for fuck's sake. But little did she know that her little visit would lead to multiple orgasms and loud cries of pure ecstasy. Read on to follow Racheal on her reverie and sexual expedition.