'U’'ndeniably mythological; creatu… 'N’'eeding not any proof, we just… 'I’'n dreams, in thoughts, and sto… 'C’'oloring imagination with feeli… 'O’'r perhaps in a long ago time;…

Darkened deep is the hole in my he… and occupied by a gentleman’s riot of tiny, belligerent cranium puppe… in heated disagreement over taking… regurgitating yesterday’s garbage.

She watches below intently, From the tip of heaven. Her fixed gaze staring gently, Protecting cosmic brethren. Eyes of golden amber glow

Not knowing their true intensity, I find there are times I wish to cry into your eyes. Never feeling

Jerks: A humanoid species typically cynic… Arrogant, self-righteous, foul-mou… Defining an annoying, ignorant, gl… Good for nearly nothing next to ac…

My mother was a party-er, free-spirited, and wild. Then I came along, her first begotten child. She tried to be responsible,

I have a friend named Faery, who thought her wings were scary. She never flew; thus never knew the joy of being carried.

Violent sobs mark heavy shock of d… presented all too unreal. Forsaken by your dying breath and left to myself within dark con… of delusional denial to slowly dec…

Swallowing hard at the lump in my… and exhibiting instinctual caution… stiffness of numb legs hesitantly… mind forward. A lone-note, tempere… esoteric hum leaks from the gate’s…

I often ponder what it might be li… if I could step inside the mirror. Seeming to remain the same while becoming entirely different. Would my reflection, then,

Gone fishin’ for a fan in a vast p… Biting seems abundant while I hav… Hook well baited, sinker tight; I… Something fishy’s gone awry, my ba… Each new trip is well thought out,…

His eyes reveal infinity, Offering devotion. Love’s structural solidity, Held by raw emotion. While every smile sheds light of l…

'0 - < - * - > o:) O (: o < - * -… Fantasies rise of my one truest lo… Running as red as his dark, distil… Vibrantly intimate; stealthily ful… A pure heart not knowing inflectio…

All alone in my room; I speak out… If they talk back I surely don’t… I ask many questions; I need some… They simply may not wish to chatte… I speak out again, in a friendlier…

Night after sullen night, I do this forlorn dance. Heart swaying to the beat Of soft, seductive chants. Dead desires arise,