On this day 12th September, 20 years ago, the Sherlock Holmes actor Jeremy Brett Passed away at his home on Clapham Common, London, England. Today, 12th September 2015, actors from the Sherlock Holmes series he starred in, and admirers of his work, gathered on Clapham Common in the sunshine to remember him and to donate a memorial bench which was placed near the café he frequented and his memorial tree.

Remembering my father on father's day.

Freefall. The title, hopefully, describes what you will find in this collection, I shall write pieces free of the constraints of both form, and structure.

we are the broken//we are the corrupt//we are the shallow #54 poetry (2/23)

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]

❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞

[Wattpad Featured Book][#13 poetry and #5 in sonnet][#2 in ponder] What is a thought? A fickle thing is it not? With it pain may be wrought and or salvation brought. It is this that I sought, to express my inner thought. Enjoy what I have brought, for thoughts are not so easily caught.

Disastrous dates to avoid.

"i. they tell me they 
cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them
 that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. science. history. iv. but i want to speak. there are moments that fleet away when i do not store them. there are impulses that dab off when i do not write. v. when i am alive, i burst
open with Slyvia Plath and Robert Frost. my hair fluffs with words. my veins cry with poetry. vi. welcome to my poetry book. i hope you drown in the words you sink in." ©theperfectphoenix Established -- [09-03-2016] Highest Rank : #2 in Poetry. Now A Wattpad Featured Book! [20-05-2016]

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.