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.

Sawyer Lee wants to leave behind her hellhole of a town. But when the unexpected holds her back, she realizes that everything is about to change.

the ides of march is approaching. she is not ready. cover by @clarifications

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

"Heard she was a freak in the sheets" "Nah she just a bad bitch".

❝She was inked into his skin and stitched into his heart ❞ [ A collection of poetry ] #28th on 3/1/17 #23rd on 12/4/17 #19 on 24/4/17

My soft,warm tears hit down falling onto the hard,cold notebook. As I cried turning the pages reminding myself of all the memories I had realized my heart was broke without him. Life wasn't worth living without him. And he won't ever think about me again. I won't ever get to hold him again but, he will be holding someone and not for a second think about me. I will lie and say I don't miss him. He won't ever hear my name again. It hurts to know he is sharing what we had with someone else. That he's holding someone else. That he wakes up to a girl much more beautiful than me in the mornings. That his smile will no longer be for me. It will be for her.It will all be for her.Not me.All I can do is write my stupid feelings in a notebook. I wish I could get over him as easy as he did me. I throw the notebook every time I pick it up. But writing is my passion but, to have his smile back its worth writing.I've wrote letters but, he never wrote me back. Or so I thought. He moved back home and goes to my school.His girlfriend told me to stop being a prick and move on. When I look at Joey in the halls he see's me and quickly looks away. When we broke up I remembered what happened. Why couldn't myself forgive him? Now he's gone forever. He gave up on me. He gave up on are love. And we won't ever be the same again. I just wish the pain would go away. Every time I looked in his eyes my heart would melt. But now its different. Its all different.

I'm bored

these poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins

"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in life. Poems to make you smile, and poems to make you cry. Long poems, short poems. HIGHEST RANK: #5 in Poetry