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. : )
*--DISCONTINUED--* "Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control." -Anonymous ~~~~~~~~~~ Audri Summers has spent the past 301 years as Cupid. Her birthday is on Valentine's Day, the day she turns 316. You may think that Audri enjoys living for over three c...
“You give me one week to pull out all of the stops and get you to kiss me and mean it. If I get you to kiss with me before or by the time the week is up you seriously give ‘us’ a chance. If not then I’ll stop asking but you have to be honest with your feelings. So how about it?” Andy asked. I thought about it for a mi...
It's so cold...I feel like I'm freezing up. Literally. I felt like everything inside was beginning to change...who I was, what I was, and just me. I opened my icy blue eyes. Everyone I knew, Annabeth, The Seven, the Gods, everyone except my mother, Paul, and Grover, betrayed me or wanted me dead. I'm a demigod on the...
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.
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.
Well these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.
A being born from the Five Rivers of the Underworld, stronger than most gods, Feared by many. Always hiding, always there. An immortal being that carries out the will of the Rivers. Stronger than a First-Born of a god. Much stronger. He is made of the Essence of the rivers. But he was not always like this. He was once...
It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.
Just some old poetry ive written over the years... depression is more than just a symptom, emotion or label... its the friend no one wants to talk about..
