You can always find something tinier.

This is just short poem that I I thought up one day. It could have many meanings to it. Please comment on what the words mean to you or what they make u think of!

Well here goes.... This is just my thoughts that I like to write down. I have now decided to share them randomly with you.

This is a collection of poems that I will be dedicating to people who have asked for a requested poem on a topic. I have made a dedication poem book for you. The readers and the people who have taken the time to not only read my poems but to also comment and help inspire new ideas so for that I thank you.

A girl with visions, problems and a factor in the matter of several disappearances in her community along with a few others. A prophecy came out the day she was born, changing the fate of the rest her life. One day another prophecy would be revealed,but will she be ready to face it when it comes. Everything in the time before changes seemed bad. Although it's nothing compared with what she will face when she meets the changed. All that's left is the undetermined future and a little time. Will all hope soon be lost? What will she sacrifice in order to save those she loves?

What goes through my head at three in the morning. (Poems)

Alastair, Lacie, Everett, and Ilya live in a world of magic, parallel to normal people. They are able to live peaceful lives until one day monsters attack. Monsters aren't supposed to exist in this world anymore. To add on to this issue mysterious and potentially dangerous beings enter town. What's going on in this quiet suburban town?

I don't write many happy poems or poems saying everything is possible but I do write extreme emotions sadness, lost, anger, heart ache, love and sometimes joy. I love writing whether it be books or poems if you think it's a good poem please vote or comment on it. Thank you for taking the time to read these. There are a few happier poems for those who do like them but they're scattered throughout my collection.

Winter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it still is though.

It's the Little Things that make a difference.