A poem I wrote about some guy babbling in the street one day.

My friend Janet has been in accidents before but refuses to let go of some bad habits behind the wheel. This is a bad addictive cycle which has lead her insurance rates to sky rocket.

This is Chapter one of my friends book, it’s a series. Her name is Janet Storm. She did want to post this herself (when she gained the confidence), but sadly, she is still somewhat ashamed of her writing. I kind of took this from her computer without her knowing it. I must tell you now, it does start off in a sex scene, though. I hope you all enjoy what she has done so far.

NOTE: Please do not make any comments about me being a bad friend by posting her works on here. I only did this to boost up her confidence. (Her situation is a long story)

A poem for Mums.

Find out the secret of superman and his mom.

Housing that isn’t much of a home.

Report!

We entered Janet’s growing up “shack”, a place she hadn’t seen in 30 years. She saw her mother’s broom still leaning against the wall, 30 years leaning in that one spot. In one day, I would meet the child, the girl, the young woman and the young mother that was Janet and become a participant of each segment of her life, feeling closer to her inner soul than I had ever believed possible.