My soul is SCREAMING Because it's alone and I'm alone and everyone left me and abandoned me So now I just have a fucking razor and my scars and I'm done you guys, I quit

You are not in the universe, you ARE the universe - Eckhart Tolle

When a bi girl falls for a straight girl, what can she do?

I am not crippled by sorrow; I have found new love.

I wanna be a firefighter/Battling the heat

60 yrs. in the future, Bartal is a member of Seattle's advanced fire department as a paramedic/firefighter. But her duties change from helping others to assisting a detective when a masked terrorist strikes the city. Can Bartal discover who the traitor is in the fire department, and stop the bombings before more innocent lives are lost?

I'm a new paramedic, right out of training. I work alongside my partner, Mary, and together we do everything we can to save those patients that reside in the back of our ambulance, even for a short time. I just hope we can get them all to the hospital in one piece.

Want to skip the character and plot development involved in so many action-thrillers, this collection of short stories is for you. Two separate universes are contained within-paramedic Kat as she saves lives and more in people's own homes, and first aider Mitch Bronchi as he stumbles upon accident after accident and finds himself using his first responder skills over and over again

Bullets fly and leave me to lie in the gutter. . .

Death is an it, yet we humanize it to an extent that makes it conforting. . .

Kathreen Rainfield is an EMT-B fresh out of training. But will her hellish past hold her back from achieving her dream of paramedic? Or will the fire department save her from giving up before she's given life a chance? In the latest chapter, speed along to the hospital after a life-threatening car crash-where Kat is the victim!

You are a young girl just estranged from a family who has a habit of discarding children. He is a young boy with too much freedom. When two young souls meet on a bus going anywhere, what will they find in each other? A sweet one shot about love expressed in art.

Today, I was robbed while I was home alone with my brother. Here are contained the case details and the first person action that occurred earlier today-September 10th, 2013. We all want to dial 911 at some point. But we don't think of what has to happen before we do.

Have you ever held somebody's heart in your hands, as they lay dying? A collection of medical related poetry for doctors, patients, and anyone.

They say to fight with words, not swords. But aren't they all the same?

What hides behind every door, every corner? What breathes down your neck when you turn away, and watches you all night while you sleep? What shoves mangled bodies into tiny boxes. . .the nameless, cloaked man. And he's in my house.

You're parents may keep you at home, or maybe you are a worldly explorer. Have you ever been in an avalanche? Kidnapped, maybe? Free fallen in an elevator? Or been stuck in a burning building? Been put under in surgery? In the newest chapter, go from a high-speed thrill ride to a disastrous car crash!

Drawing is what lets me speak, and yet as I create and destroy with this gift, I believe it will be the end of me. A one-shot into the mind of an artist.

Liesel and Gorou have been trapped in their own city. Together the two of them must fight their way out of a city occupied and run by terrorists. Gorou, the otaku that recently moved to Seattle, makes it his mission to save tsundere-Liesel. . .Together, the two will watch the city burn by their hand, and with it, teh insurrectionists that tore apart their lives.

This tiny seed, just a possibility. . .Here I am, trying to guess. . .at life. . .

A poem about having no God. At the end of life,will you stand firm on your beliefs? Or cave to dire circumstances?

So close to the station, your love and truth and pride will carry you through.

Watch Peace as it bleeds out, as it dies by the hands of men with guns. A short one shot made to make you think.

What am I bound to pass?

Also, too, too far, too much. I cannot handle this, too.

Redder than the poppy fields, redder than the sun. . .I am dead.

I cried, I tried, but I still have to let you go.

For every girl who feels like me-feels forced out of society by popular stereotypes and even adults. For the people who know what's important, who know what's right, who know what needs to be done. Because I'm me.

I am a dying child, I am a mourning mother, I am a raining sky. Raining, raining, raining.

They say I'm trapped. . .I know I'm not. My blood is flowing away.

How many of us are waiting, for what won't come?

For all my readers who are more about the chocolate and poems than the real life love. Kudos to you guys for being awesome! Thanks for reading!

What we long for is not what we get as we fly across the sky.

I love the internet, I love my internet! Buyin' stuff with my parents' credit cards. . .

The woes of having an empty coffee mug at work. Caffeine, it's like getting high at work!

As I lay under the ash of war, was it right to destroy all I did?

When I lost my lover, I wanted to reset, because it was all my fault. . .

These wings of wax can't stand the sun. . .

What's the angel sound like? I can't hear her. Never could. Never can.

Walked by your house today, and not a sound drifted out the windows but a quiet sobbing. Was your hope ripped away with a bomb?

A flight log of more or less randomly written stuff my mind has coughed up. Less than poetic, with little grace. But you might laugh at me, a little.

Exchange me when the tide turns to save yourself.

I graze the edge of life, and hang only on a limb of sorrow.

I am lost farther than the sun. Can you carry me?

As I wait for you by the river unnamed and call, you cannot call back. . .

Let's burn all of the paintings. . .A song about loss and regaining.

Continue on to the stars, even when I'm gone. . .

People began to cry, for now they could never, ever fly.

Never was it easy, to see the sunshine through the sorrow of the heart. . .

What happens to the heart that nurtured love, the eyes that saw the world? Or what happened to the mind that gave the love, the love that still is alive?

How can we move on? Thinking bigger. This collection of poetry will open your mind to the many questions that life brings us, and maybe will even provide some answers.

The ground was changing. As we live, build, create, and destroy. This entire time, the ground has been changing.

A poem for anyone trying hard to accomplish anything, and needs a little encouragement.

"Have you ever noticed how much longer, time seems to take, when you're waiting alone?" A song about what we overlook, and what we might see if we opened our eyes.

"Jun?" "Yeah?", she replied in a tired voice. "What happened to all your other friends?" "I told them I didn't have time to hang out any more." Howie seemed stunned, "That's it? You just ditched them." "More like put them in hiatus."

A lost young girl attends a military school, and saves a small child from a horrible fate-with her fists.