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Cheerful sprits dance to morning light, Unaware and untouched by the shadows pace, While darkness shades homes that cherish the night.

Happy souls of dawn sing in daylight, Gathering flowers for the evenings grace, Cheerful sprits dance to morning light.

Cold air around gives the breeze a sharper bite, And as the sun leaves, moon and stars begin their chase, While darkness shades home that…

We call you, Oh Darkness May this circle of fire go unbroken Our secrets remain unspoken We are bound to change the past But forbidden to make our powers vast. We the daughters of the moon Call onto you Savior of the night.

We call you, Oh Darkness Your spirit be our light Your magic be our guide. Silence those demons Hear our calling Oh Darkness, Hear our calling

We call you, Oh Darkness Hear us now Your…

a list of short verses.

Like a Rose she guarded herself with thorns hopeful that someone would see within.

She chose to love herself first and realized that’s all she needed.

She liked her men like coffee darkened soul – bitter sweet to the tongue, with charisma that drowned away everyday tragedy.

She walked alone, yet never lonely. Her mind, her constant best friend.

She learned…

Lost in a garden of beauty, stolen from reality now life — all but a blur behind these rose tinted glasses.

A Couple of Poems

Coffee and just like that they were falling in an endless cycle of coffee and stares.

Flower and I pray that just like a flower you’d bloom too.

Heartstrings and then she sang, bearing her heartstrings for him to play on.

Crash and then she came with a bang taking all his walls down, leaving him open and exposed to all her love.

E…

Heat slips through the slit in the curtain blinking eyes, I move in closer to you Hot summer days and warm body heart surrounds us.

I turn to look, into your light grey orbs you stare back your smile so infections I smile too.

Your fingers run through my hair a sweet rush of warmth fills my heart I’m not afraid to let my walls down anymore it’s you that takes the air from my gasping lungs just as I…

Turning pages back and fort We’ve found a path to call our own something special and something more, I the epigraph and You the story.

Between shades of blue and black we learnt of the things we love and hate and so began the story of us.

We lay back making memories, One day and a time. sunshine in my hair roses everywhere purple butterflies and dandelion flakes on my nose

warm summer…

Prom: a formal dance.

Calcifer sat by his mahogany desk staring at the big dusty and tattered book in front of him. There were three new names and all at the same time. What thehell? Did they really think that just because he was the best in the business that he could manage to take away three souls at the same time?

Letting out a deep sigh he got up from his seat grabbed the book in his…

The Fallen

I felt my funeral, and my death despair

My wings so broken, so bare

Nothing holding me up anymore,

Kept falling and falling till no end. .

And so I became the angel in hell.

Why must I be banished? Why must I bear such pain?

Every sense was breaking through

Like those drums

That kept beating and beating till I thought

No more!

Blood surrounded me, my…

When Scars Begin To Heal (Part Three)

My mother lay on her double sized king bed, with her back resting against the marron headrest and a book in her hand. She looked up when she heard the bedroom door open. Her reading glasses managed to slide down the bridge of her nose, giving her catty eyes a look of mystery.

“How was you evening Quinn?” She asked, closing the book and tapping the space beside her on the maroon coloured…

Brightest Dawn (Part 2)

“Hey wait,” I called out the moment I recovered from the initial shock of seeing the girl in white, she looked no older than my younger sister, with pale skin almost ghostly white and dull blue eyes, her long blonde hair lay limp against her shoulders. I turned around to look for her but she was nowhere to be seen. Where did she go?

I needed to know if she was okay, I needed to make sure that…

Darkest Hour (Part One)

Mornings were the worst, and they showed no signs of getting better.  Every morning I was woken up two hours before I intended to rise, by the same dream — a vicious nightmare.

Every night I dreamt of a blonde girl not much older than my younger sister running through the forest scared, cold, hurt. As she ran she kept turning, looking at something behind her that I couldn’t see. In this…

[ Memories is getting a glimpse of a love that withstands it all ]

Charlie stood by the window. The five steel bars of the windchime hung on a small rusty hook over his head on a thin beam ledge, and they crashed into each other with the breeze like waves against rocks on a late fall night. The satin green curtains were drawn back, and crisp winter breeze-mixed snowflakes blew in along with…