"Words are things and a small drop of ink, falling like a dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think." "One pen. A piece of paper. A complicated mind. An entire universe." //a.v\\ : TheUrbanBibliophile

When the quiet girl in Clayton Hugh's chemistry class comes knocking on his door at five in the morning barely covered up in her little pajamas, inattentive, and drooling like crazy, he has no choice but to take her inside. But once Lucy Walker wakes up inside a room she has never seen before wearing an over-sized t-shirt and gym shorts, you can imagine the pure panic setting in her. The subtle addition of Clayton entering the room shirtless doesn't help much either. After three years of fawning over him, leave it up to her sleepwalking to finally get Clayton Hugh to notice her.

Don't be Dramatic It's only some plastic No one will love you If you're unattractive - Melanie Martinez, Mrs. Potato Head -------------------- Dedicated to all the people who support me, inspire me, and encourage me to be myself. **Poem titles are lyrics to Mrs. Potato Head by Melanie Martinez** Cover by @ailurophobic- #47 in Poetry 3/14/16 #82 in Poetry 4/11/16

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.