Not dead!Maybe this time I'll actually write something. But I do hate the name I have on here.
Wonder if I can chage it *scurries off*
WitheredI have not slept for days In a world where the day never ends I long for a night sky To return to what I believe I am accustomed toWithered
A creature tore away at me Not so long ago And continues to make its presence felt I am forever in debt For the lessons I have learned And the introductions I have gained
I can feel myself ebb away In a forest where the best is taken from you And used to feed inhabitants Of a once lonely place
The inhabitants will soon starve As blizzards wither me into nothing.
Skillful BeastA scarlet scar lain on pure white bliss The unfathomable creature slain An emotion I have not yet felt Indifference SorrowfulSkillful Beast
Pawprints Perhaps of a skillful beast Curiosity or confidence Takes me by the hand
The gentle crisp voice I hear Of every footstep is wonderful The chilling suspence of silence And a fear of being watched Unwanted but bought upon myself Skillful beast
Piercing cold eyes ablaze With what could be a lack of knowledge Or understanding But certainly with the intelligence To realise I am not
A Season Of ChangePale white and ill sky Coating the landscape with fine powder Seasons change quickly here As do perceptions I am not yet known I am out there Ready to be foundA Season Of Change
Hallways of branches A maze of growth from Earth Mother Nature has been kind to this place My gratitude Eternal
The horizon Strangely eclipsed By a vast expanse As far as my arms reach There is no way out of here Yet it feels a passing phase
I feel warmth in this forests aura A new state of mind A new perception On a changing season.
Reflect On ReflectionThe moon rises A reflection of light To reflect what I've seen To turn back There is only a void Sure to swallow meReflect On Reflection
Even now What I seek seem fruitless The tree may only bare branches Its former self only visualised in the writing The meaning of which once important Bears no resemblance to the present
Still the moon rises To cast dim light On darker secrets.
Once Upon a TimeWho knew the brush of fingertips could be translated Not into words; but into sensations not felt with the hands Sensations felt with the heart and soul as flutters and pauses Pauses that seem to last a lifetime but occur in a breath A whisper containing the weight of every moment like this one So seemingly concrete I can almost hold them in my palm And count them as a measure of how much our love is worth Priceless artifacts of our history not yet dusty in their youth Slipping through my fingers in their already overwhelming numbers Settling back into our memories still warm from my touchOnce Upon a Time
Pumpkin Princess IIIIPumpkin Princess II
In the plaited waters
wept For flowing shimmers dimmed The heroine of looming flute and flowered
limbs
Her preying mantis
eyes and face shaped like a
bell Hands painted on her
hands two-fingered fragile shells
Her sugar-spider
hair Her hungry modest
smiles Her appetite for
love And flesh and cherries
wild
My Princess Pumpkin
Wise My logic made of
lies Her heart is in the
bone Her tales are in my
cries
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Who? Me?
Yes I know.
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Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has their private world
Where they can be alone.
I'm looking forward to seeing more.
^_^
thank you again.
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Who? Me?
Yes I know.
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