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This collection of poems is really a work in progress. I have lived with depression and Fibromyalgia for many years and poetry is my chosen medium for self expression. From life in general, living with Fibromyalgia and love found and lost, these poems map my thoughts and emotions.
Holland has spent most of her life a lonely girl at her prestigious school. She spent most of her time with her nose stuck in a computer and her head in the clouds, she was making her life as fulfill as it gets. Though she was making it through life just fine until the school bad boy and hottie of the year was thrown into her arms without a warning. Will she make it out of this romance story alive or will this perfect model keep her hanging on his every move?
Cory and Jasmine grow closer as does the end. They make it out of some tight situations yet again while Jasmine learns more about Cory and about herself while they try t survive another day in the end of the world.
"It" can be anything you see fit, but I had something specific in mind when writing it.
A short poem reflecting "Winter." As the cold returns, and warm summer dreams vanish.
This collection of poems is really a work in progress. I have lived with depression and Fibromyalgia for many years and poetry is my chosen medium for self expression. From life in general, living with Fibromyalgia and love found and lost, these poems map my thoughts and emotions.
Holland has spent most of her life a lonely girl at her prestigious school. She spent most of her time with her nose stuck in a computer and her head in the clouds, she was making her life as fulfill as it gets. Though she was making it through life just fine until the school bad boy and hottie of the year was thrown into her arms without a warning. Will she make it out of this romance story alive or will this perfect model keep her hanging on his every move?
Cory and Jasmine grow closer as does the end. They make it out of some tight situations yet again while Jasmine learns more about Cory and about herself while they try t survive another day in the end of the world.
"It" can be anything you see fit, but I had something specific in mind when writing it.
A short poem reflecting "Winter." As the cold returns, and warm summer dreams vanish.