Death holds many secrets all its own. Hiding them from the living. Only rarely is a person born with the ability to enter their world. To walk the streets the spirits roam. To watch them cross over. I, Willow Robinson, am one of those people. Willow Robinson has a very unique ability. She can see spirits. She discovers this after her parents death. Since then, she has been living in a cabin in the woods with her best friend Lissa, who is a ghost. All is well, until she turns sixteen. Her powers seem to be expanding and she needs to learn to control them. To make things more difficult, a boy, Devin Renolds, finds the cabin. Inevitably ending with him meeting Willow. Devin ends up dragging Willow to an institution, of sorts, to learn to develope and control her abilities. But, could things go terribly wrong?

This book is filled with poems I have been writing about depression, anxiety, bullying, and then-some. These poems are about my own personal experiences and thoughts.

Des poèmes français. Des histoires humains. Les mots écrits de ma main, de ma mémoire, de mon esprit.

Highest ranking so far #838 10/10/2016 A poem should be a story of emotions. A story of perpetual meaningfulness. A couple of words that create and bring a message. I try to write poems out of a human heart, so they are ought to be imperfect, flawed and therefore humanly sincere. I hope you'll be moved. I hope you'll want to read more...and more...and more... I hope you'll find your inner flawed human and appreciate it's existence. I hope this poetry shall suffice. Greetings Zachary Young PS : I like metaphors a whole lot, so you're ought to find tons of them in my poems :)

Toxic clouds cover the Earth, and the remnants of humanity survive in domed cities, but when the clouds become corrosive, Peter McKinnon is charged with building an escape ship and leading humanity to safety on another world. Tied for 1st place in ScienceFiction 's challenge ProjectConstellations with "The Note in the Corked Bottle" by GeekAtlas