An infinitely growing collection of poems that are written spur of the moment as a result of whatever phrases or ideas are floating around in my head on a particularly productive day. They will rarely, if at all, make sense. (These poems do not have a set theme or style. Interpretation is left entirely up to the reader.)…
Alas, the stag's cry fell upon deaf ears.…
30 days. 30 poems. 30 colors. It's time for the first ever Color Me November!#colormenovember11/8: #138 in Poetry…
ON HOLD.Queen Avalon was not always this vain, and yet vanity is all she knows. She is the fairest in the land. She aches to be told so. Selfishly, she runs her slender fingers down the frame that encases her precious mirror and commands it to tell her. It does. And she devours every single word.That is, until the mirror betrays her. Her reign as the most beautiful of all has been stolen away, her throne of pride, usurped.She is no longer safe. She acts. She plans for murder. Queen Avalon wants that little wretch's heart in a box. She wants it to gaze upon, to remind her of her victory. To remind everyone her crown shan't be snatched away from insolent girls such as Snow White.Queen Avalon was not always this vain...though she can't remember when she wasn't.When Queen Avalon's back is turned, the mirror smiles to itself. What good fun, it thinks, to have a victim believe she is its master.…
What flows through the veins always begins with the heart.…
Everything has two sides.Pairs of poems that, with a switch of order of letters or words, mean entirely different things.A/N: Read these poems together in their pairs for the full effect/theme/message. For example, if you read "I Cheat Death", also read "Death Cheats Me" to grasp the entire message.…
