Random poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the Tardis like halls of my head. No genre is safe...

"In life, as in the dance, grace glides on blistered feet" The life of a ballerina isn't easy, it is an emotional and physical struggle. As much as it hurts, it's something I'm passionate about. But the reasons might not be clear to a few. Contest Entry for Ellen Hopkins.

This is just a poem that I wrote recently when I was going through some hard times with my depression. I may add more to this later.

This particular Collection of poems is all about family.

Hi my name is Storm St Clair. I'm a 16 year old girl, with problem's or so I'm told. My Mother died when I was 14 year's old. I live with my abusive Father who drink's like a fish and, when he is drunk which is all the time he hit's me, kick's me . When I'm alone and after my Father has beat me. I lock myself in my room and cut my arm's with a razor blade that is the only pain. I can control. Then one day a new boy start's at my school. Well it's a college but ,we call it school. This new guy is hot he's tall with short black hair and the body of a god, you know like on those film's on tv.