》A collection of poems, mostly romance 》Highest Ranking # 35 in poetry -- 7/18/2017 》Highest Ranking # 41 in poetry -- 7/17/2017 》Highest Ranking #47 in poetry --7/15/2017 》Highest Ranking #60 in Poetry --7/14/2017 ---------- We all get bored. And sometimes, when you're bored, and when nothing occupies your thoughts, sudden memories of the past resurfaces. Memories of joy Of adventure Of exitement Of love Of friendship And everything in between. There are also those memories you would love to erase forever, but can't. Memories of sorrow Of despair Of pain Of heartbreak Of loneliness And everything in between. But you know, no matter how happy or sad these memories are, you wouldn't want to take them away given the chance. Because deep inside, we all know that these memories are a big part of what makes us who we are. Even if the pain is too much, or the joy too bliss. So here I am, a bored teen, waiting in a long line at the groceries, looking back at the past and finally spilling them into words.

I don't think this poem needs a description because the poem is explains enough. Only some people on wattpad will get this poem and the others I post....maybe. She has done too much to be forgiven, it's too late for her and for others who have made the same mistakes.

We live in An.....Odd world. Flying Flippers!!

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering 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.

my system is clogged with metaphor and i need to get it out A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY (!) nb: if lack of capitalisation and 'artistic' punctuation don't tickle your pickle, apologies but this book is not for you [working title] probable swearing... you have been warned one more thing: don't steal my shit or i will hunt you down x

❝ everything inside of me is living in your heartbeat. ❞ © nate k. 2015