Collection of poems suited to heal a heart. This will be updated every now and then. Enjoy reading every Chapter of the Book! :) © 2013

It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.

I will continue to add poems here, gradually.

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

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

Homeless, cold and lonely.

The worst thing to say is good bye. But when you say good bye to your school life memories.........there are no words to express those emotions.