I am a faerie, absorbed in the daylight hours,
while the moon is resting and the leaves are dry...
Thy tree crafted with God's power,
be but a resemblance of thine being...
A downgraded nation,
fallen...
Creativity flowing
Etching ones heart in paper...
So many times have i tried to fight,
and become the brightness through the night...
Hoping for the sun...
Isn't this always the dream...
Down the road lays a never
Ending chaotic destructive path...
Eyes
stare out...
Many people see me as six feet tall.
Compared to stars I am really quite small...
I find that I am burdened,
by a weight that goes unseen...
When words like warm blood smoothly flow
Within the insides of poetic frame...
The Power of Words
Forever her words linger...