Kidnapped from her homeland, Neferet is forced into a life of imprisonment as a gladiator. Her life depends on the quality of her performance in the arena. Burdened by the attraction of a forbidden suitor, however, her quest for freedom is no easy feat.

Point of view of wolves being hunted down unfairly.

A mischievous familiar wants to create trouble for his loup garou master by telling his master's mother to set him up with a loup garou who has refused her humanity. Will they get along or will she try to kill him? And what of Lord Falcon...?

Have you ever lost yourself in someone else?

Angsty breakup stuff. Written a while ago, but I'm just now getting around to posting it.

A girl who had nothing and everything. :D R&R.

A tale of the Goddess and her Wolf.

The pain of pleasure...

scrap booking...

Sometimes, the pain is better than nothing. After all, what else is love?

White roses and poppies.

Pretty much about how love can be pretty darn decieving. Read and review if you'd like.

This is what you are to me, can you imagine what you are to the 1,000 other eyes in the room?

Splendor in the last Summer's Kiss.

A poem about overcoming depression and allowing oneself to be truly happy.

I'm tired of waiting... when does it end?

So sick of being hurt

I was feeling kind of confused...obviously.

That haunts the memories to despise ...

Two guitars play, one deep connection...

this is how i see me...

A seed to sow

addicting, aren't i?

Based on a true story...

B u r n M y S k i n with your detestation...

The blood on my hands...filling within...wasting me alive...fading away...Hurting...ecstasy of life...

It is... like this...

Written while watching a sad movie right now called 'Superfire'. About how your worst fear can be yourself.

Basically, a poem about flowers. Enjoy, and please don't forget to read and review! Thanks!

No one ever lets the sleeping angels lie – hard to summarise – read it!

I wrote this when I wondered why so many people leave behind their loved ones...

Just some more venting...R/R

Let's see how well you know your Algebra.

When I look at my reflection within this razor it brings a smile to my lips. As the blood drips down onto my wrist I feel a pain within my heart. Simply because I love her. Warning contains acts of cutting.

The candle of life tells her tale...

Life and regrets go hand in hand.

There's a psycho outside holding a hairdryer