Thy tree crafted with God's power,
be but a resemblance of thine being...
I am a faerie, absorbed in the daylight hours,
while the moon is resting and the leaves are dry...
A day in my life
I open my eyes to a sky of blue...
Withering ideas
remembered in paper...
Darken clouds whisper rain,
Enchanting the earth with secrets...
At the gates of gloom,
By the shores of midnight waters...
A Beautiful Brokenvodkabottle Destroyed,
what Idiotic Fool could make her Cry...
Splashes of my creativity
spoken by words...
In my mind....
I am me because I believe in myself...
Oh, soothsayer,
craft the future in my palm...
-Fate-
In chains...
Hope
bringing...