It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.

Here's a collection of poems that I wrote. I wrote this a couple years back when I was a little fetus. it's really bad and you'll probably cringe. I can't bring myself to delete it tho because it's a reminder of how much I've grown

This is a collection of poems I have written over the years. Some of them were inspired by music, life events, sudden thoughts, etc. Overall, any other story I write will not tell you about me as much as my poems will. They are my life story, my biography. So please enjoy reading the development and changes I have gone through in my life. And hopefully these poems will express your emotions or help you with something your battling with just as much as it did me while I was writing it. Enjoy.

Heaven is a 16 year old teenage girl. She runs away from home because of her parents who treat her like she is nothing. But when she runs away, she gets kidnapped. There goes her good plan...

A story about a teenage girl living on the streets who is kidnapped. Will she survive? Will she escape before she totally looses herself and her sanity? Or is she stuck with her kidnappers forever, never to see her family again?

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

**UNDER CONSTRUCTION - This was written in 7th grade and I'm now graduated from high school with a few college credits under my belt. I'm fixing all of it.** A shiver raced down my spine and the air thickened. The other end of the alleyway wasn't far, but it didn't seem to be coming closer no matter how fast I walked. Humoring my paranoia, I glanced over my shoulder just in time to catch a fist to the face. I dropped to my hands and knees and stared at the ground in a daze. My jaw throbbed with each beat of my heart, hammering the side of my face. Strong hands gripped me and dragged me backward. We made considerable progress toward the other end of the alleyway before my dazed mind caught up with reality. I was being kidnapped.