My poetry.. my mind.. my thoughts? And poring my heart out.

#1 & 3 in the "There's A..." series. #2 is on my profile. [Editing] He's popular, I'm a nobody. He's a senior, I'm a freshman. He goes to wild parties, I stay home all night. So how did he end up in my bed? Where will it go from here and how much will he pay to keep it all a secret? (Boyxboy) Cover by @LoveInsanity

#2 in the "There's A ...." series He's a bad boy, I'm an angel. He carries a knife, I carry books. He loves violence, I love Pokémon. So how did he get in my bed? What will it lead to and who will he kill when it comes to the light? The dramatic and compelling sequel to There's a Jock in My Bed! Cover by @LoveInsanity

A collection of Erin Hanson poems, which you can find on her website, tumblr, or instagram: @thepoeticunderground (disclaimer: i am NOT the original author of these poems. i am simply a fan who decided to compile them into a wattpadd story)

It all began a long time ago. While the gods still walked the Earth, along with their most prized companions, the angels. They lived together in harmony. The Angels were faithful and loyal to the gods, and free to live their immortal life at their very own pleasure, and bound by only one rule. It was forbidden for an Angel, an immortal with the blood of a god flowing through them to fall in love with a simple human. Until one did. He, along with every other angel, were cursed. Forced to live along the mortals, and find true love before the last star dies, leaving them in complete darkness... Unedited and updated at every 200 reads *** Extract from the book : The electricity that Esmarelda had always read of in books seemed like an understatement. Energy. Pure thunder and energy dances through Esmeralda, leaving a trail of painful pleasure charging through her veins. The feeling left her breathless but craving for more. He didn't answer immediately. Maybe he felt the same way she did. Esmarelda hoped so. Carefully, she raised her palm to overlap the hand that rested on her blushing cheek and looked at his with pleading eyes. "You shouldn't be here angel." "The electricity that Esmarelda had always read of in books seemed like an understatement. Energy. Pure thunder and energy dances through Esmeralda, leaving a trail of painful pleasure charging through her veins. The feeling left her breathless but craving for more. He didn't answer immediately. Maybe he felt the same way she did. Esmarelda hoped so. Carefully, she raised her palm to overlap the hand that rested on her blushing cheek and looked at his with pleading eyes. "You shouldn't be here angel." " Please note that thus book is unedited. So there are quite a bit of errors.