The world around me is ever so confusing wrong befuddling It keeps on spinning without reason Why does the world have no reason? Why are...

I rest my hand on the burning flower It stings, yet it it is so beautiful There are so many, so many things I could love a mewing cat, a...

You live in a child's daydream a long forgotten myth written in red ink by a sad wordsmith This is reality This is true but am I happy...

Magic is not from incantations or potions Magic is from smiles, loud, happy laughter eyes that seem to hold galaxies inside jokes that no...

This is the end Sing your lamentation, if you must The flowers around you, the air you breath, the love you hold in your heart Is dust to...

When the stars escape your eyes - the night sky we shall see the orangey light of the dying sun It is only you and I on the shore of our...

If the stars could speak, they would speak in rhyme Tumbling voices, tumbling words never knowing the exact time They would speak of...

A game of love, a game of lies. How many people around the world cry just because their lover died? Or maybe they were not even real or...

(This is a rewrite of the famous poem of George Ella Lyon) I am from red flowers, from white butterflies, and creaking wood. I am from...