700 Stars

There was once a girl who had heart cancer. The doctors told her she didn’t have much time left, so they took her off the breathing machines and told her to enjoy her last few months. The next day, her grandfather told her a legend: if you folded 700 stars, that night they would fly…

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On Writing… and Editing

I just read an old writing piece writing piece of mine, written back when I was ten years old or so, and I noticed quite a number of errors and such. I couldn’t take the pure sucki-ness of the writing, and I thought that through this blog I could somehow redeem myself… hopefully. I’m just…

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Confessions of a Girl who Used to Like Twilight

(Did I capitalize all the right stuff there? Whatever.) Okay, I used to be addicted to Twilight. I would search through the internet for the movie version, too, and plague my grandfather’s computer with viruses while I was at it. Heck, my Breaking Dawn copy was so worn out that he had to tape it…

The Dirt Road

Spewing hazy dust clouds High up in the air The car rattles down the dirt road, buckling Under the weight of six Three children squished together in the backseat Rosy cheeked and wide smiled A man and wife sitting up front Hoping for work And letting their kids have full bellies One tired and thin…

The Stars Burn Bright

Send me my love That our last act may be The fires of the forbidden kiss For when we depart We shall be burned The sky shall possess Our ashes and embers So that we may forever Light each other’s stars

Unclaimed by Time

Forsooth, doth Time ride wings of ‘nconstant sight For gifts and laughs of thou it quick accepts And only trick, to slinker into night But also nurture seedling into spruce Besotten by the lust of moment’s charm Sweet lotus flower, glass of vino red Seduced may wake to thorned rosette’s alarm For Time and Death,…

Master to the Winds of Legend

To be a master of these slip’ry words And catch ahold of those that whisper true Doth call for quest among the dust of herds Perhaps among the night it shall be due For whilst thy eye seek honestly and good No evil comst to burn the age-ed scrolls That one may see and over…