I’ve heard Melodies spouted out by friends, sheer genius poured from the lips of poets, And I’ve been moved by the most vital wisdom. I,...

Have pity for the princess who never got her story told, too large for a fairytale, For no prince would climb such a colossus. No little...

It’s only the Loveliest Roses that pull their roots from the earth, perpetually pluck their petals, prune themselves from existence. All...

I measure my heartache with Each pumpkin carved, Each pie baked, Each ornament  hung on a tree, Each Promise of all things new That I...

You can stand- for. several. hours. In front of your mirror and- still- never clearly see your self. When Reality can’t be looked in the...

Despair is a thing with leathery wings and talons that lurks in the mind, and tacitly threatens- ceaselessly. This monster clings to my...

“Jack, are you with me?” Julianne asked with a curious glance. Her eyes studied my face behind her glasses. She bent slightly over in her...

My life is a hall of mirrors, and in each one stands a reminder that I am fat. Narrow and unleveled as the pathways are, I take deep...

A boy sat under the stars, Staring, silhouetted by the sheer beauty of jewels in the sky. Into the darkness he had went, finding it hard...

I abandoned my youth- A lonely ghost, mourning in the mirror, Searching its frame for any other reality Than the one it’s been doomed to....

I was expected to hold up the sky, Stay waist-deep, buried in the earth, And look like Adonis everyday. You wanted a spectacle,...

My mind is a menacing prison- That holds a lonely prisoner, And ceaselessly torments its convict For crimes uncommitted -In a modern...

It’s the cruelest of all life’s curses, When you’ve grown out of innocence and tasted the last of youth’s decadent glow, That the gray...

Eve, Eve in the leaves and trees near the lake, Where her curious eyes caught her reflection’s own when she learned what was...

Prince Charming climbed this tower of despair after you left. His voice was as gentle as an April drizzle and his touch was velvet. Never...

I know how it feels to bleed fire and cut through clouds on golden wings. To have my heart beat against a canopy of blazing skies. To be...