I wish there was an enchanted forest, 
where fairies were real. 
I wish there were unicorns, 
with the power to heal. 

I wish there were elves,
that lived in trees. 
I wish there was a hero, 
who could fight The Dragon with ease. 

I wish there were witches,
with magical potions. 
I wish phoenixes flew in the sky, 
and mermaids swam in the oceans. 

Some people say, 
my wishes are impossible. 
But they don't know: 
my wishes are unstoppable.



 

I am insane.
Lunatic, totally mad.
Something is rotting in my brain,
Something very bad.
Some say it's an illness,
Other say it's a curse.
It's neither a curse nor a sickness,
But something much worse.
My thoughts are what drives me crazy,
They tell me weird things.
Thought No.1: Go kill Daisy.
Thought No.2: Commit a thousand sins.
If I listen to my thoughts,
A lot will go wrong.
But I can't fight the force,
That's been holding me...

At night,
when darkness conquers the light,
and everything comes to life,
come the nightmares we try to fight.

At night,
when shining stars try to mask the horrors of the gloom,
and monsters growl from under our beds,
ghosts rise up from every tomb.

At night,
when glowing eyes appear at every corner,
and black shadows start dancing around,
you can hear the cries of a grieving mourner.

At night,
when death roams the Earth with its untameable blood-lust, ...

It surprises me too.
When false words come out of my mouth so quickly.
I try not to say things that aren't true,
Bit it makes me feel incredibly sickly.

I don't need to think,
or to try and make up a lie,
I can tell something untrue,
in the blink of an eye.

Lying is what I love to do,
Lying is my desire.
Sometimes I even think my stories are true,
I am a pathological liar.

A long time ago
You stole my heart.
And i fell in love,
But then it all fell apart.
You left me,
And I was lost.
So I shall forever curse the day
Our paths crossed.

What are our longings which for so long
We've kept unspoken?
What are dreams
And aspirations,
If we have noone to fix us,
​When we are broken?
 

I have dreams and aspirations
and I shall forever chase them.

From my dreams and longings
I won't be ashamed.
My undying desire to succssed
can never be tamed.

For I am like a little child,
running through life blind.
And my free mind
will forever stay wild.

We arrived here not that long ago, do you remember, Nina? No one really took to us. We were the odd ones out, but that was alright, would you like to know why? Because we had each other, because we loved each other, and because we both saw that. Now, I am to die defending people I barely now, for a cause I am not sure will survive. But I do it because of the men- I have made friends,...

I have never seen men more downcast. I know better than to lie to you, Charlotte, so I will ask of you to remain in good faith of our Lord God because I know He will not take me before I have fought my fight, and that He has let me lead a life of happiness with you and Beatrice, for the short time I got to know my daughter. You are, my love, the woman I have always searched...

Pray for me, my doll, so one day I might see you in the afterlife. Killing is not for the saints, and I need you to know that I do not face any tomorrow. They will charge at us and we will fight the fight everyone will remember for years, and I am proud to say I will partake. I do not accept death even when it nips at my heels, but the odds are not in our favor. It...

Time is against us, as always. I never was a poet, and I do not intend to try now to become one. But, praise God, did I learn to mean three words from you. I love you.

To Miss Claudia Dallas
Yours, Lake Dallas
 

I wondered many times over if you will ever get this message. And what should I put in it? How do you say, goodbye, my wife, whom I will cherish forever and always, in a letter, in scribbled ink carried by what survivors there will be, if there are any? We all know death approaches, and I have no intention to run. There aren't many of us, as you know. And now in the frantic scratching all around me, I...

'Hello, Mr. Corpright. I found her.'
 

1. Fifteen poems mean love, not friendship.

​2. I keep letting myself fall apart.

​3. I pretend you pull me together.

​4. Love fades when I stop fading.

​5. I missed you but that's gone.

​6. Curly hair can't make me care.

Dear Gravity,
What have you been up to? Ah, silly question. You’re the force pulling us down. Do you remember that movie about astronauts bouncing around in a de-pressurized cabin like ping-pong balls? We thank you for what you do, because everyone would be listless bodies floating out in space without you. You are the anchor that moors our ship to harbor. You are also like the leash of a dog, restraining us from running away. In other words, you...

Blueberry pie is the color of a piece of sapphire, with the smell of fresh concha taken out of the oven. 

If I had a time machine I would go to the 80's
Something about the food, fashion, and of course the music
The 80's is a time to relive!

If I had a time machine I would go to the 80's
I would have to meet Madonna (duh!)
And go roller skating 

If I had a time machine I would go to the 80's
I would try to go to a arcade
The 80's is definitely a time to relive!

 

    When I write, I become a little bonkers. My writing process is very interesting and also fun. I would probably be working out at the gym and I have this wonderful story idea. Once I get home, I am so excited to start writing I don't have time to do anything to my hair, so my hair is all other the place. My palms get all sweaty and I'm more and likely sweating as well (curse those hormones!).  I usually only get up to only...

When the clock struck noon, I was in an art gallery.

    It was the moment I figured triangles and squares and circles swinging the bat as the ball flew. They were running in very odd ways. My mind was taking a test but erased all the previous vocabulary. It was taking a stroll downtown to peruse through abstract paintings of everything. Then it fell asleep. I was in a dark, deep slumber inside. I lost it entirely, my body and...

    Flickers of sapphire and crimson broke through the air and shed itself onto his face. The constant change of color led him to look elsewhere. Nothing caught his eye, his mind stuck in a cycle of, "I hate this" and "I should leave," yet he couldn't find it in himself to move his feet. His frustrations concluded after they set on a pair of silver eyes. The crinkle that lay beneath those eyes brought a smile to his...