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This is a bit of a different style than what I usually write, but I cannot lie, I am proud of this little poem.

How many times must we see The tortured souls of those, like me? We burned and screamed in painful fear, But there was no one left to hear. How mu..

A poem I whipped up before Winter really does fall upon us. Enjoy :) Btw, can you guess what this poem is about?

A story I whipped up for a contest. Enjoy :)

Go lay in the field And let the golden dawn wash over you. Listen to the sway of the yellow grass surrounding you. Let your thoughts dance around..

You know of thewo unds you so gracefully mad e. You know th- at these scars shall eventually fade. B- ut with the look that I see in ..

She sees herself in the ornate looking glass, Sees her icy blue lips, Frozen from words that have since been lost. She sees the pale sunlight ref..

To the one with violets laying in her lap Sitting on a park bench with eyes of deep blue. The grass in front of her shines green with envy, Mocking..

A humorous little story.

A little story about the bonding of a daughter with her mother, who is experiencing her last moments.