

Inheritance of FeathersDo you know what it's like to fly? My crooked nose and lifeless eyes Are brought to life by feathered fiends. My friends are dark, and their crooked noses Are but golden or brown beaks.Inheritance of Feathers
My hair is grey, and time shall pass for me But for my only friends, flight is eternal. Call me crazy, senile, insane.
Forget the crazy cat lady, Feathers fly but for a reason.
And so my estate is to the birds To feed and shelter better than I. A broken wing is but a broken dream And my own depend upon their flight. If only for a little while...
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Serpentine SanctitySecret vows of purity Broken by lax surety Singing requiems of solitude now abandoned to the night.Serpentine Sanctity
The thrill is sheer serenity Unexpected amenity Angel's chorus observing all, but never with such fright.
Cloying lips turned saccharine Supple hands; a ruse again Such authority for inept fervor, longing to suffice.
What was once imagination Inherent by this forged creation Accursed are the flawless flawed by imperfected artifice.
But this is what the meek ones wanted To inherit something so undaunted Effortless in serpentt ways, ent


Recent ProclimationsImperfected love song Smudged by the freshest ink. Tainted by lack of rhyme or reason, It has been written more recently than you know. Love isn't scribbled in pencil scratches Let my intricate artwork be not erased. Love lasts for more than just a fleeting moment. One day, maybe you will see. Vexed with subliminal discord... Each night I remember what you gave to me. You keep me hanging on a string... Our hearts will find one another again soon. Us, or nothing.Recent Proclimations


Falling LeavesJohnny took me to a new place today. He told me it was his little slice of Heaven, as though God had taken a knife and gouged out that slice for him, and for me to enjoy. I believed him then, even though he was only twelve and I was only thirteen. I think it was something to do with his eyes, the way they shone through to me, just like the frosty blue sky above.Falling Leaves
I told myself it was a sister-like affection, but even affection had no boundaries.
The first thing I noticed was the fallen leaves carpeting the ground, and as we stepped on them they crackled and crunched. Johnny told me it had been snowing, and I laughed,
Fairy Kiss
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as it was meant to be - bokonon (vonnegut's cat's cradle)
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My only music is my muse.
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as it was meant to be - bokonon (vonnegut's cat's cradle)
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My only music is my muse.
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"Life has to be a Bitch, if it was a Slut it would be easy"
"I'd rather die while living, then live when I'm dead" Jimmy Buffett
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