Read the title and guess what I'm writing.

Just emotions and thoughts, bottled up in the words of a poem. I can't paint, so I draw those pictures of words, hope you like some of them....please feel free to give feedback

A collection of sentiments that were loosely hanging on the author's speculative psyche. ----------- If you're interested with longer, free-versed poems, you can check out my work, Sentimental QWERTYs. It's not much but I'm happy about it. :) Thank you! *highest rank (12.13.16): #47 in poetry

Moony. Wormtail. Padfoot. Prongs. Their adventures were the stuff of Hogwarts legend. But there are untold stories, stories that only the four of them know. Come along and discover the true tale of the Marauders of Hogwarts... #Wattys2016

Siena can heal wounds with a touch of her hands. A captive since birth, she is used as a tool of war by a Plainsmen tribe. A chance escape into the forest proves successful... and deadly. Rescued by the Forestfolk--a group of people she always thought were nothing more than bedtime stories--Siena remains on edge. Trust does not come easily when persecution is all she's ever known. Keeping her abilities a secret seems like the right thing to do, until a tragic accident renders two Forestfolk spiraling toward death. If she chooses to reveal her abilities, she risks being subjugated again. Treated as no longer human. Maybe even sent back to the Plainsmen. But keeping her talent to herself means ignoring the injured around her, even allowing them to die. The choice seems obvious to Siena, but living with the repercussions of that choice is another matter altogether. A journey of self-discovery, a bit of adventure, and a splash of romance. On the Wattys 2017 Shortlist!