Blizzards. The foam of crashing waves. The center of the light leading to heaven. The immediate flash of lightning. All white. Hazardous and unknown. Not only empty and barren, White can be violent. Many often fear the abyssal depth of darkness that black brings, but they rarely realize just how mind shattering white is. White,… Continue reading White
"Tag, you're it!" My next-door neighbor, Brain, yells as his hand slides against my back. I come to halt and mumble, "dang it". My lungs are burning, and I don't know if I can run anymore. All the kids in the neighborhood are fast runners, much faster than I am, but I have determination. Today,… Continue reading Tag
Strength and power will only get you so far That is why travelers follow the stars I almost forgot what beauty lies in magic When I battled the monsters in a perpetual epic ~*~ The one-eyed giant crushed my spirit I heard the sirens sing and still I hear it I found the destruction in… Continue reading Gray-Eyes
I am the warrior Make no mistake I wear a flower in my hair As a reminder Of my origins I come from a long line of beautiful women Strong women As fierce as any come Just as they have I shall stand up front To be seen To be heard There I'll stand my… Continue reading I Wear a Flower in my Hair
~*~ The most sorrowful woman in the world amused the notion of fairies her desire, like a wish at the window ~*~ DISCLAIMER: No books were harmed in the making of this poem Book used: The Fairy Book by Dinah Maria Mulock
One second, people look no different from other people and are no better than anybody else ~*~ vexed, Two eyes look down in sorrow, because people give nothing only stand away and disappear before your eyes out of sight ~*~ for words cover eyes that she knew when she had had enough and disapeared Disclaimer:… Continue reading Vanishing Act
She was in love with every day and her time was well wished ~*~ Disclaimer: No books were harmed in the making of this poem. Book used: The Fairy Book by Dinah Maria Mulock
The Sea had great stories Old stories without end and these tales swallowed thought Disclaimer: No book was harmed in the making of this poem Book used: The Fairy Book, by Dinah Maria Mulock
Greetings, Milord’s and Ladies! I have been racking my brain for words to give you, but it has been so much more difficult than I thought it would be. I have all these subjects I want to talk about with you, but I can’t seem to get the thoughts out right. No bother, I finally… Continue reading (4/22/2017) A Romantic Psychological Thriller with Dragons, Oh My!
Eyes see not the beautiful speech, but the evening moon from under orange blossoms, deer running, breathless and weary, and the magnificence of adventure. Disclaimer: No books were harmed in the making of this poem.