I completely own everything but copy right goes to the original owner of the picture "It seems as if its you against the world when really its a war against yourself" -KpopLover73

Cover credit: @feministee ****Collection of original poems by me where the topics range from love to life to madness and everything in between**** Only tormented souls can put into words the thoughts that others dare not even think. Poetry is such an act of bravery where soul, language and emotions mate to give birth to one of the most beautiful forms of literature. And this is my share of it.

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.

I love you and I'm missing you (All disclaimers in the bar above :))

We are all judged and viewed in different ways. Stereotypical labels and rumours are all we care about. We all blame the society but seem to forget that we are the society. We are the one's who have been questioned by society, the one's who are socialy different, the one's who see the world in a different light, we are the one's who fight, for our right to be noticed and seen...we are the outcast. Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals. This is a collection of self written and original poems. There is also poems written that aren't mine.

You never know what you have until you've lost it. And you'll never know another life, until you walk the footsteps of a stranger. This story is about people-slaves-trapped in a mine, working until they die. One of the miners is a little boy, and he is taught by an elderly woman all the things about the world above where he lived. Eventually, the boy and women escape the awful mine and travel all over the world to go back to the woman's homeland.

I wrote this when I didn't have any friends. I felt alone and like I wanted to scream. Also I wanted to see who heard my screams.

Twelfth and last sign of Zodiac, a new ending for a new beginning. - This book will help you understand the last sign of the Zodiac. But some may not understand, and that's ok because this gift of understanding is for you, Pisces, for when you try to spread it to man, he will not listen. **This book is under revision as of 10/15/19** I want to apologize for the huge time gap between some updates. I will try better to honor my book and my beautiful readers.

I wrote this poem for an Advanced English assignment for a class a few years ago. It's very close to my heart. I was starting to get close to my brother then he ended up going to the military and didn't see him until I was moving away to another state. I was in 11th grade when I wrote this.