I am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20/16) Vote if you enjoy my poems, Follow if you'd like to receive updates on my poetry and my upcoming novel, And please let me know what you think in the comments. :) ~~~~~~~~~~ 50 of my [better] poems. Copyright 2015-16, all rights reserved. This is my work; my poetry, and mine alone. Plagiarism is a crime. Don't be a criminal. And have a lovely day. :) ~~~~~~~~~~ Note: I do not own the copyright to any of the pictures I use in this compilation, including the cover picture, nor do I claim any credit for said pictures. My inclusion of them is a result of inspired google searches, and full credit goes to their respective owners.

A product of NaNoWriMo. Evelyn Moore - daughter of the dreaded Ivy, must flee her past, her mother's lineage, and her village. Ivy was an admired healer, before the illness took over the village. The illness was incurable. Ivy and Evelyn struggled day and night, trying to rescue the sick. All who fall ill end up in a misty graveyard. They are driven to the woods and they build a small hut in the dense forest, barely living from day to day, but peacefully. That is, until the town's leader gathers enough men to track Ivy, and take her back to the village to be burned. Evelyn knows that she'll be next - being the only descendant of Ivy. She packs up her few belongings and gallops deeper and deeper into the woods until her eyelids fall, causing her to lose control of the horse, fall off of it and into a black abyss. When Evelyn wakes up, there are two midnight blue eyes staring back at her. Where is she? How did she get there? Why can't she remember anything? What is her name? Why does her head hurt so much?