Lately, Myles hasn't been coming to bed, and his wife Layla seems to think he's becoming a workaholic. Watch their love story unfold in the present while also mirroring their past. One-shot.

Following the events immediately after, but also leading up, to an act of adultery. Grayson is not so innocent and Arabella is not so guilty. One-shot.

One-shot! Mike and Nina's night out on the town seemed perfect at first, but can Nina set aside her work schedule in order to enjoy the man who loves her the most.

Meant to be a spoken word piece. For any girl who's ever felt offended by the term "Daddy Issues". This one goes out to you.

This is a piece I wrote for my Creative Nonfiction class. Deals with relationships and why we always feel attracted to those we know we shouldn't be.

Joan, Trinity, and Zoe are the worst the Steeple Chase Witch Hunting Academy has to offer. Coven Princess Armina Malum-Veritas is looking for the best to further her secret operations. How the four got put together is easy. How they will survive the oncoming months of attacks, attempted murder, slaughter, and downfall are another story. All in the name of progress.

In honor of my Grandmother who's fighting MDS.

May be set up wrong because I can't seem to format anything on here. But I haven't written a poem in a while so I figured why not. Enjoy!

A late night after the closing of a play. A late night with two actors crossing paths. A late night with nothing better to do than share feelings and find that our connections as stage characters can often trascend into something else.

He was as resolved to hold her tight as she was to abandon the thought of leaving. They had loved long ago and now they loved again. Written in a slightly odd manner, not quite poetry but not quite fiction either. Tell me what you think!

Am I a coward all the wiser or a fool who forgets their place?

Those who learn from the past can foresee the future. It is those who refuse the knowledge that die in a sea of their own ignorance." Christina Rose uses her vast knowledge of history to bring down a dictator who is oblivious to his demise.

She could say it was love, but that had fallen dead in front of her years ago. She could point an accusing finger at lust, but she kept better company than that. So was it that this boy turned man truly had a part of her heart with him?

This writer can't remember how to begin.

A song I wrote when I was admitted for a burst ovarian cyst. It made the nurses laugh! R&R

To the friends who put me back on my feet when I'm down.

Just a few humorous/serious poems about my past relationships.

Isn't it funny how the circumstances of our beginning is also the cause of our end?

...then I'm back where I started.

Something I had to write for a class. Are dreams a fleeting thought? Or perhaps our deepest desires being let out of their cage. Not as boring as it sounds.

A dark house harboring a dark mind...

Dominika is the best assassin the Black Wolf Corporation has in it's arsenal. Blade is her emotionless partner in killing. When the opportunity to kill the man who killed her father arises, Dominika and Blade set out to cure her inner vengeful wolf. R&R!

Love is a masked doom, we believe all its lies...

A poem dedicated to the wonderful friends who shape my life, love you guys!

But when the fantasy ends I will remain silent with no answer...

Meet Eve Avery, she's your everyday average teenager trying to make it in the world. Yeah right, okay...rewind. She's a witch, she's friends with a vampire, and she fights evil supernatural baddies. Yes, welcome to the life of Eve Avery, The Slayer!

Another poem written in the state of insanity that comes upon me when I'm alone in my house

Wrote this while my mom was in the hospital...suddenly I'm at ground level with life

The result of a broken silence...

Resting fitfully in the grave

She is now the contention between Heaven, Hell, and her belated lover...

It's been years since that night when I became his active servant. A series of poems about serving the Devil. R&R please.

Guardian Luna Caster is the best at what she does. What she does is hunt down the criminals of the mythical realm and issue them an ultimatum: Either surrender or die? With Sentinel Vincent Nox by her side, nothing can stop her...until now.

A poem about the human soul and its qualities

Thy heart dies and all because of the utterence of "I love ye..."

I wrote you this song long ago, when we were an inseparable item. Now I can barely play it through...

You broke my world apart, I'm what holds yours together...

While our school believes the seniors and juniors should respect each other, our classes seem to think differently.

Straight from the ISS room!

The injustice of being punished for something you didn't do. Straight from my experience in the ISS room.

...I dare say nay

The bigger picture behind being the prey and the hunter.

Screams applaud the DJ as he spins another good track...

Another one for the soccer team...this one is meant to inspire us to keep up no matter what the score.

Another poem for my soccer team...hope it can help us want to win!

Another poem meant to inspire my soccer team to win a few games...

Four teens are about to have their lives changed dramatically. East Side's Victor is about to find ture love. West Side's Faith is running for her life. North Side's Dean has a new target. And South Side's Tere is in hot water. R&R people...please. :

How it feels to fight the odds and be a part of a bigger whole.

The anguish that he caused her...

She escapes because I am her willing decoy...

About the constant battle for social equality...

They were once a united front...now they fight a never ending war...

The struggle to be accpeted...when everything could so easily fall apart

Two teams converge upon the lit street. Boundaries are set, and the game begins.

A poem about my cat whom I love very much :

Mistakes are a beast that consumes us all, but don't people deserve redemption

She braved it all for him...

My friends and I embrace it fully, our seasonal summer fever...

The tale of the prince who fell in love with the ballerina of his court. How they're love was too right to be wrong, and how they tore Mist Hollow apart, if only to bring it back together...

I will not be forgotten, I will go down in the books! A/N: I am not concieted there is actually a moral to this poem.

Together they rode off into the night...

Why must you hold me in your night...

She crossed the wrong line...

A princess must choose between the two paths...

What can be won when Death awaits...

His love is gone forever...

She died of a broken heart

A sort of continuation of Cruel Intentions, but can be read seperate. Hate runs deep on the stage...but dance will make them one.

Oh how true that is...

Me and my friends really get into it...based on a dream

A queen running from her king, the guards are dispatched, but will she be lost in the night...

I read it every morning and somehow things just don't get better...

That place where the sky tells and endless story and the wind sighs...

It all started out with Recess the War Zone, then we went on to fat Texans and singing Canadian like Rhianna. Parents want to know what we talk about on Friday nights and or Saturday mornings...this is it! TOTALLY RANDOM, GOTTA REVIEW!

She from the strict Irish step, and Him from the passionate Spanish salsa. Neither one to match the other, but alas shoved onto one stage.

Why must our eyes be witnesses to reality...

Ever wonder what happened to the prince in Forlorn Princess, well here it is. His finally tragic end will make your heart rip in two.

Just a poem about a school dance, not very good...

For you I die forlorn...

Her heart has died, making room for the poet. Please...no flames. My heart ached with every verse of this poem.

She was a naive maiden who fell in love with a sadistic pirate...

An Interior Monologue that I had to write for English. A small tale of how-in the future-we are at war with Russia and me and my fighter squad are POW's.

This was an assignment I had to do for English class. It actually turned out better than expected. Not as morbid as the title implies.

A poem I wrote my ex-boyfriend for his birthday

Pushing your buttons and throwing the book out the window...

Never stop being you...

She always thought of them as futile. Not needed in this world she created.

Was she left in the cold, or was she just jealous...

It's sad when all your dreams of having a great father are smothered by alcohol.

She blessed me with this analogy.

My first ever song! I don't know how well I did, but that's what reviews are for. Critics are welcomed.

So I sit here looking out at the river/Cold from the wind/And swaying with it as the clouds roll in/But for once.../I'm facing the rain.

This is a story poem about how my friends and I were bored...and broke into a nearby establishment...join the Shadows!

I live with my mom...but what would life be like if I lived with my dad. This is my first collection of poems about what it would be like on the flip side.

God will forgive all...On the night of the Easter Vigil

Oh how it is grand that one room can bring on so much inspiration.

Romeo was good, Prince Charming is better...

A Juliet should never push away the same Romeo twice, but to hell with him, I need my Heaven. Rated T for some language and portraying of mental abuse

Who knew it was the key to success?

Mother, Guardian Angel, Dad...Cry on My Grave

Our school is having try outs for their new majorette!

Lies from a shadows mouth, lies of my father's

In this water park we play, splashing each other all day

I'm going to change the world...for everyone and me

My mind races as to what lies beyond those curtains...

My father caught me doing something I really shouldn't have been doing...and this is the outcome.

Is trusting the one guy whoever hurt you right or wrong...this Juliet doesn't know...

I know someday I'll spread my wings...and soar with the eagles

The beginning of the gathering of my poems for my book!

A collection of my friends thoughts about me when I'm...well...bored.

So goodbye foul Romeo...I need you no longer.

Yeah it's amazing when a sub is truly this stupid...

Let God know that I love him, and he will forever guide me...

God Let Me Be Brave...

Dare I ask God to forgive such a man, who knocked me from grace, to forgive him...No

I've had to face this question, and pose it in the presence of sin itself, and to think that I have yet to get an answer.

My Nana and Father think I'm going to burn in hell, this my take on their theory. Also my English teacher cried when I read this to the class.

If other children can be loved, then god above why can't I?

Oh God, let me be brave...Let me be brave...

Okay, I was digging through some of my old...old files and I found this. It was the first story I ever wrote. So...tell me what you think. Critics who need to blow off some steam, you are welcome.

Another yearbook poem...

A poem that I wrote for our schools yearbook, and my teacher loved it!

These are two of my characters in a scene that wouldn't fit into my newest plot line that I wanted to do. Meet Riccia and Alexander and their quest for everlasting love...and their daughter Adele. May be oneshot...I don't know.

You'll never believe how I spend my XMas Eve...but if you read this poem you will.

This is what should have happened at the end of that long week at summer camp...sadly it did not.

We had to write this poem for an English assignment...I didn't think she'd make us read them. But she did and sadly I made my teacher cry. She said 'I feel your pain and your emotion is oh so true.'

A evil steps forward and halts the clocks...Stopping time and shading the mirrors...Allowing a darker form to step forward and take control...Plummeting us into a further unknown…

Christina Rose is one of the most respected detectives in her district. But when one murder after another sends Christina into a frantic race to save the lives of the ones she loves...the perpatrator turns up right in front of her.

Just another poem I wrote in a state of boredom.

I wrote this poem for my English class. Then I realized it was actually really good. Please Read.

A poem I decided to write in math class instead of paying attention. It's all my teachers fault...after all she did put me by the window.

This is a poem that I wrote after witnessing the Rachel's Challenge assembly...it changed my life.

This is a poem about an incident that happened between my step mom and I. Warning: May offend, but I'm not normally THAT mean!

He's the one who put me in that cage, leaving me to bust my way out.

It's sickening how a man who's never around can break your heart with just a few broken promises.

This is dedicated to my biker bitch of a step mom.

God gave me the gift of words, but in return he gave me the Son of Satan for a father. This is an angry letter that I never sent, but it's worth reading. Take a step into the life of a child of divorced parents. R&R Please!

Four friends set out on a mission for one. From that mission branches a tale of an Oricale of Element. Now this group of four has to face their Element Oricale and somehow win an endless battle. If they lose, the world will forever be in darkness.

We have this one trait about our town that everyone finds scary or annoying...figures I'd be the one to write a poem about my love and passion for it. R&R even a 1&10 is excepted!

What happened after I decided to quite the softball team with good reason. How I felt after a long argument with my mom.

This poem is dedicated to my Papa who is always there when I need him. He brightens my day and I know that I still brighten his too. I know this must sound corny coming from a 13 year old, but it's true!

We all have that animal instinct in us...the instinct to attack those who we believe are threats. Of course there's no way I can unleash that on my bio. dad, so I wrote this poem just for him.

The story of how my mother and bio. dad met...then a look into what I beleive my future holds and fear the most...all those thoughts in poem form.

Another Poem about my bio. dad, but this one includes some of my thought about my baby half brother.

A poem about my deep hatred for my biological father, and how he's tortured me over the thirteen years of my life.

What I see when I look at a candle and the light that flickers upon it's wick.

This poem is officially a published work! AAAAHHHHH!