English Short Story | #46 IN POETRY #4 IN MICROPOETRY ❝ she likes him; he likes her. if it's not love, then what else could it be? ❞ © 2016 kyeriella all rights reserved book cover made by @OhWanderlust_

Just a few personal poems about life experiences I've had. I haven't updated this in a while *whoops* so I'm sorry for anyone who has been waiting. Have a good day/night, and keep hanging on! You're awesome the way you are!

Highest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.

When Alexis agrees to help the school's player, she must guard the secret that could unravel everything - even as unexpected feelings complicate the game. *** What happens when Alexis Dawson, the 'resident loser' of Redwood High, agrees to help the school's notorious player, Aaron Walker? How can she stop herself from falling for him? It isn't all love and romance - Alexis has a secret of her own. Join them on a journey of jealousy, betrayal, trust, friendship, and love. A little favour just got a whole lot more complicated. *** He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in...

"Here's a certainty," he said. "I love you, Lavender Moore. And I will never not love you, for the rest of my life." - When Lavender decided to take a road trip across the US, the only person she wants to go with her is her best friend Ashton, who she also happens to be secretly in love with. She's planned it all out, and all he has to do is say yes. But life doesn't always work out as you plan it, and there are some things you just can't run away from. - This book contains themes of cancer throughout, please read with your own wellbeing in mind x - my books snazzy trailer - youtu.be/ObpWRZRZw-c

Isn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]

Glancing back at the good old times, with unintentionally ripped jeans, an angry mother because of it and most of all, no troubles. Living from day to day, without fearing the next. Thinking you know who you are, and unbothered by introspection.

My soul transmuting into lyrics.

Slam poetry// spoken word