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An average looking teenage girl waiting for her true love all her life. She met so many guys in her life as a friend or close friend or as a relation yet found no one to believe as a true lover of her. Finally, after so many hurdles she found her love in Steve and her life turned out into a happy, loving, caring & joyful life.
A collection of poetry,filled with dreams, hearts, loss, and love. These are a series of unrelated poems, yearning to be voiced into the open air. I do hope you enjoy them.
He shoved Nathan back with a growl before grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him.
“Don’t touch her,” he snarled. Nathan just laughed in his face. I was starting to think my guardian angel wasn’t actually the good guy.
“Is that your little secret,” Nathan said still laughing softly to himself. “You care about the child.”
Yup, he was definitely not the good guy.
Olivia and Dustin have always had a hard life. They don't have much, but they pride themselves in trying to make the best of what they have. Olivia has learned very early to be strong and independent. She doesn't show her little brother Dustin how much she longs to give him a better life than what they have. They stand up for what they think is right. There's a chance at a wish and a journey. What will happen? You'll have to read and find out! (unfinshed)
A memoir based on memories of either dreams, or childish hallucinations, that have haunted me to this day.
This is a small sample of a real book by the same name. I have a Kindle version and a paperback version. It's an attempt to resurrect old-fashioned poetry. It's inspired by everyday living.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0064B1VRA
http://www.lulu.com/shop/amy-michelle-mosier/envious-of-the-clouds-a-poetry-collection/paperback/product-20937706.html
"Each word bears its weight, so you have to read my poems quite slowly."
-Anne Stevenson
Not to say much, this is a collection of poems catering to different aspects of life and world. Happy reading!
A short poem reflecting "Winter." As the cold returns, and warm summer dreams vanish.
I'm not normal. I don't know what I am. All I know is when I dream, its not me. I can do things that in real life, or what I think is real life, I can't. It scares me because I was always told that Dreams Are For When You're Sleeping...
Jasmine was never normal. She was the one who stayed in the corner and played with her self while the others played with there friends. She new as she got older that there was something about her, something unique and out of the ordinary. Every time she closed her eyes she was in a different world, a world where fairy tales weren't fairy tales, they were real, and hopes weren't hopes anymore and dreams weren't dreams. All little kids were innocent and believed in everything because there was no reason not to. This world wasn't just a dream, it was reality for Jasmine. If she got hurt in her dream she had the same bruise or scrap in the morning when she woke up. This second world she "dreamed" about almost seemed too good before something she couldn't control came into the picture... They told her that she is the prophet. They tell her that she is the one they have been waiting for. Jasmine doesn’t believe them. Why should she? She’s just a simple girl thats had the rough end of the stick most her life. They have been waiting for her and she is the only one who can save them. Who can let there be light... Read and see who “they” are and see what Jasmine is the prophet of...
What are dreams...are they just that--dreams? Or are they more?
Yin thinks she is the typical teenager...until she awakens from a dream. Her life takes an unexpected turn... Her wake world will never be same...
An average looking teenage girl waiting for her true love all her life. She met so many guys in her life as a friend or close friend or as a relation yet found no one to believe as a true lover of her. Finally, after so many hurdles she found her love in Steve and her life turned out into a happy, loving, caring & joyful life.
A collection of poetry,filled with dreams, hearts, loss, and love. These are a series of unrelated poems, yearning to be voiced into the open air. I do hope you enjoy them.
He shoved Nathan back with a growl before grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him.
“Don’t touch her,” he snarled. Nathan just laughed in his face. I was starting to think my guardian angel wasn’t actually the good guy.
“Is that your little secret,” Nathan said still laughing softly to himself. “You care about the child.”
Yup, he was definitely not the good guy.
Olivia and Dustin have always had a hard life. They don't have much, but they pride themselves in trying to make the best of what they have. Olivia has learned very early to be strong and independent. She doesn't show her little brother Dustin how much she longs to give him a better life than what they have. They stand up for what they think is right. There's a chance at a wish and a journey. What will happen? You'll have to read and find out! (unfinshed)
A memoir based on memories of either dreams, or childish hallucinations, that have haunted me to this day.
This is a small sample of a real book by the same name. I have a Kindle version and a paperback version. It's an attempt to resurrect old-fashioned poetry. It's inspired by everyday living.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0064B1VRA
http://www.lulu.com/shop/amy-michelle-mosier/envious-of-the-clouds-a-poetry-collection/paperback/product-20937706.html
"Each word bears its weight, so you have to read my poems quite slowly."
-Anne Stevenson
Not to say much, this is a collection of poems catering to different aspects of life and world. Happy reading!
A short poem reflecting "Winter." As the cold returns, and warm summer dreams vanish.
I'm not normal. I don't know what I am. All I know is when I dream, its not me. I can do things that in real life, or what I think is real life, I can't. It scares me because I was always told that Dreams Are For When You're Sleeping...
Jasmine was never normal. She was the one who stayed in the corner and played with her self while the others played with there friends. She new as she got older that there was something about her, something unique and out of the ordinary. Every time she closed her eyes she was in a different world, a world where fairy tales weren't fairy tales, they were real, and hopes weren't hopes anymore and dreams weren't dreams. All little kids were innocent and believed in everything because there was no reason not to. This world wasn't just a dream, it was reality for Jasmine. If she got hurt in her dream she had the same bruise or scrap in the morning when she woke up. This second world she "dreamed" about almost seemed too good before something she couldn't control came into the picture... They told her that she is the prophet. They tell her that she is the one they have been waiting for. Jasmine doesn’t believe them. Why should she? She’s just a simple girl thats had the rough end of the stick most her life. They have been waiting for her and she is the only one who can save them. Who can let there be light... Read and see who “they” are and see what Jasmine is the prophet of...
What are dreams...are they just that--dreams? Or are they more?
Yin thinks she is the typical teenager...until she awakens from a dream. Her life takes an unexpected turn... Her wake world will never be same...