Erupting Emotion is my collection of poems based on emotions and experiences. Most of them are dark and based on feelings of depression, anger and fear. However some poems are about love and strength. This collection has helped me deal with all of my emotions and has allowed me to share my voice with others. Thank you to @alienfrmpluto for my new cover! Wattpad Feature Story on 18/02/16 #ThePoetryClub

Drugs and parental abuse was all sixteen-year-old Baylee Lawton knew until she was taken from her awful apartment complex by police after her mother's drug overdose. Baylee spent five months in a treatment center to get rid of her self-abusive habits and adjust to a new life with her aunt, uncle, and cousins. The now social butterfly keeps a wall up to everyone except the family she lives with until a new friend gives her butterflies of her own. Will she keep her wall up or let her deepest secrets out? Is there really a brilliant madness to life that Baylee craves to find?

The story revolves around the trials and tribulations of a "forced into" married couple Harry Styles and Taylor Swift and the jealous forces that work to break them apart. Why are they forced? Why are they unhappy after gaining amazing life partners? How would they accept each other and fall in love? What would break them apart!? Will they ever find their way back to each other ? "He was my life partner, But not in harmony were we, Like the clouds and sunlight, Together but as apart as can be." PS- THIS IS NOT MY OWN STORY, ITS INSPIRED BY AN URDU NOVEL

Observe these syllables I have arranged in no particular order and pretend to feel some sort of way. Featured story, highest rank #2 in poetry All rights reserved © #Wattys2016

I recently went to a bookstore and decided to write down it's poems: by ROBERT M. DRAKE. BLACK BUTTERFLY.

"It was not exactly dark, but a kind of twilight or gloaming. There were neither windows nor candles, and he could not make out where the twilight came from, if not through the walls and roof." -Childe Rowland "The voices melted into the twilight and were mixed into the trees, and when I thought of the words they too melted away, and were mixed with the generations of men." -William Butler Yeats