This poem was written after our daughter's disability deteriorated when she was fourteen, after being diagnosed with fibromyalgia when she was ten. As things got worse, she also was diagnosed with Complex Regional Pain Syndrome and Chrnoic fatigue syndrome, leading to hospital stays and having to use crutches and a wheelchair for daily living. So, you would think that her 'so-called' friends would have rallied round and been there for her, right? WRONG! They go out without a thought of inviting her, leave her on her own at school and talk about their exciting weekends, without a care for her feelings. This poem was inspired by these unfeeling children that call themselves teens -I only hope if they are ever ill themselves, that they get treated better than they have treated our daughter. Or maybe not, so they feel what it's like! Thankyou for reading-please comment/vote/fan if you enjoy.

"I've made mistakes in my life. I've let people take advantage of me, and I accepted way less than I deserve. But I've learned from my bad choices and even though there are some things I can never get back and people who will never be sorry, I'll know better next time and I won't settle for anything less than I deserve."

True love conquers all. Everything that is, except cancer. Tyler is a nineteen year old boy, who has fallen head over heels in love with Devon O'Hare. The eighteen year old feels much the same, but what happens when a diagnosis of terminal cancer throws everything they know up in the air? Will Devon live to tell the tale? How will Tyler cope when his sole reason for living is taken away? Read the couple's last letters to one another, and discover their heart breaking goodbyes. ~Based off the novel 'One last year' by Jessiytots.~

Do you want a story that is not so cliche? You've come to the right place. Meet Chelsea, the intelligent, beautiful, chocolate-lover girl who had the world within her reach. But when she lost her brother from a tragic accident, her life went into a complete stop. Her father blamed her and it pained her to admit that she deserved it. So to keep herself from being hurt again, she kept everybody away from her. She stopped dreaming. She stopped caring. All in all, she stopped living. She was dead inside... or so they thought. Who knew all that would require to get her back on her feet was a little push. A push from a very specific person-- the boy who stole her kisses.

A collection of my poems both in English and in Urdu.

Kayla Ashton - you may have met her in 'The Hogwarts Diaries'. If not you'll certainly get to know all about her here. She's a flirt, a tease, and a reall bitch sometimes. But one Slytherin boy owns her heart and no matter who gets in the way, even if it's her best friend, she will get exactly what she wants if it kills her. Which it just may well do.

Once we arrived at the airport Noah got my bag out for me. He held my hand out and took out a set of keys. "Noah, I mean I know I agreed to be your fake girlfriend but moving in together...it's just way too sudden." I said in an overly sarcastic voice. "They're keys to my Lamborghini." "So driving one of your cars is a perk to being your fake girlfriend." I said just as sarcastically. "No, when you land back in LA you can drive yourself home. You smart ass." Noah chuckled. "Thanks." I said taking the keys. "So if I hadn't agreed to being your fake girlfriend, would you have still given me the keys?" Noah put his hands on my waist and pulled me close to him. "Nope." He popped the p at the end. "You would have been hitchhiking home from the airport."

She is the assassin who roams the night and kills those who would betray her. Having escaped from the Academy many years ago, she still hunts the night and attacks those that serve them. As she tracks down the headmaster of the Academy to end it all, she must defeat those who would guard him. It will get bloody and dangerous with rest as a rare treat. She will throw her all into its destruction.

Poems of cars and races of note to me.