A Language of Tears is an epic collection of dark poems following the life of a young girl named Evelyn who has been kidnapped from her family, and decides to write poems of things that are happening to her. Currently entered into Wattpadprize14.

❝ you really are wonderful, i hope you know ❞ words exchanged between two friends in times of sadness [ co-written with melina c': ] poetry #2 ( 1 - 8 - 14 )

This is only a small selection of Windswept The full collection is due for publication by Outerbank Publishing Group very shortly. It can be pre ordered at http://www.outerbankpublishing.com/store/#/Windswept-Poems-of-Love/p/53782074/category=14187005 A collection of spiritual poetry of the heart.

I cannot speak her name.....This poem book shall hold memories of her..

"I want to grow up" Did you say it when you were a kid? I know I did. Have you regretted growing up at some point in your life? Have you wished you could be a careless child once again? I know you have. Everyone has. The more you grow the bigger the challenges, the obstacles, the pain. Life gets serious. You get serious. You forget to smile at the morning sun shining down your face. You are too absorved by your problems to notice the beautiful world surrounding you. And when life gets hard, you wish more than anything to turn back in time and be that small child who did not know anything when he said "I want to grow up"

"She is that one extra school book you always buy but never use. She is that song you always skip on your favourite bands CD, there's always one. She is the clouds in the sky, so common they are dismissed. She is the dead flies on a logger trucks windshield. She is that one t shirt you brought that you wore once and now sleeps at the bottom of your wardrobe. She is untitled"

Well these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.

In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood-- A lord of nature weeping to a tree, I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. From--"In a Dark Time" by Theodore Roethke

This is a book of poems written by myself. I will be adding a new one every week.

the thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86