Love, loss, hope, failure. Love is a roller-coaster and a cruise over a sea. This is just a little collection of poems I write late at night about love and sometimes other things when I'm far too honest for my own good. Be warned, it's all very romantic, sappy and incomprehensible to those without sensibility. I hope you enjoy this because really, I've put all my heart into each piece.

Gatsby woke up slowly, eyelids drooping heavily as he struggled to keep awake. His mouth felt like cotton, and his limbs numb. "Nick..." Gatsby has awoken. Things will be revealed, and times will get harder for the little family. The year is 1928, and things are going to take a huge drop.

We are not who we think we are,maybe We are something bigger or SMALLER!

These are some random poems I found in a notebook and I thought, hey, why not share them on here? I ain't got nothing else better to do. So, here you go, some random poems for your entertainment!

[COMPLETED] 'This is all just a fantasy. This is a child's playbook. There's no way this can be real...' Nick's reality is slowly turning to a fantasy, thanks to a certain Gatsby~ All credit for this version of The Great Gatsby goes to the mastermind of the 20's, F. Scott Fitzgerald.

"Quiet people have the loudest minds." -Stephen Hawking Rose Gheata is a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a hoodie three sizes too big. And she is slowly losing her mind. Her life is rapidly spiraling down the drain. Her parents and twin brother are dead. She'll be moving across an ocean in two weeks time, leaving all her loved ones behind. Those that are still alive, anyway. She gives herself a choice: live in silence, and reside in the hell that is her current state of mind; or die with the family she played a part in killing. So will she bite her tongue? Or take her life? The strength to face death. The cowardice to refuse it. But what happens when she meets someone who teaches her that taking her life is the easy way out? Someone who teaches her that only the strongest can convey emotions without words? That staying strong means facing her fears and actions, instead of running from them? That the quietest people have the loudest minds? (Read Rate Review please)

A short story from a young girl's perspective. Read it if you want to know the rest. I apologize in advance for any medical inaccuracy. Comments appreciated.