Life is a curious thing. It can come from a five minute drunken passion or a five year long battle of treatments and hope. Life is precious and pure. It takes effort and time to sculpt and, while we all experience it for the first time, we try our hardest to do it right. To not waste precious second that, at the end, seem so few.

So when I found out how easy, and how quickly it was that said lif...

That’s it then.

It comes to a close

The party’s all over

They left who they chose

It’s my fault my heartaches

It’s my fault I cry

For who are they to bend backwards

For one such as I

The looks, how they thrilled me

The touch, how I craved

The voice, lives within me

The goodbye, forever saved

Locked in my memory

A print in concrete

Like a fly on glue strip

A crease in a sheet

Always there, s...

Let us dance to the music,

the music of the trees.

To the howling of the wolves,

the harmonies of the breeze.

A dance under star light,

A dance with no moon.

For once the dance is over,

You’ll be gone, quick and soon.

Let us dance one last time

Before a new dawn comes of age

Before he dragged you down the aisle

Before he puts you in a cage.

Did you ever mean it, Love?

Would you have ever ...

It’s a difficult task to stop a room to look at you, but she knew what she was doing and accomplished just that. In a world like theirs, the expectations were clear, the options put in place already, so when someone steps outside the norms, it does not go unnoticed. But Estella already knew this. Why else would she have done it?

The Masquerade. The one dance in which all the ladies were to wear t...

The wooden floor, a sea of dresses and masks. Of shoes and flying limbs waving in beat with the music. The lights were candle-lit, and Estella knew what she was doing, standing atop the stairs, searching through the crowd below.

He’d not come to her that evening, not that she expected him to, not that he meant anything to her, but she still felt as though he, at the very least, owed her an escor...

Time kills all

It murders and steals

and yet we wait.

We sit still

fearing the dark

scaring of spiders

all while the noose hugs our neck.

So we wait in our light man made

and pretend the bad goes with it

But the bad is always there

It never ends

Never goes

Always stays

So why get upset

Why fear the dark as it hides what is already hidden why

The dark did not steal her

The dark did not take her ...

It’s not my fault I wronged her, if you could even call it that.

Because when she moved her stupid mouth,

she was just a spoiled brat.

She always talked about her family, the good of every day,

But she never stopped to wait and think of intentions gone astray.

Not all of us are lucky, in fact most of us are not.

For when I go home late at night, I wish my ears to rot.

My music wards of fi...

When you’re kidnapped by a moron, the first thing to do, is not to yell or to scream, but to look them straight through.

Make them feel your eyes, blazing brown daggers, and do not relent, lest their plans shred to tatters.

For they believe themself strong, of sound mind and brute strength, but your fingers break bonds and stretch out in length.

You watch as they walk, with large knives and r...

Her power thundered through her bones, as she pushed it out, giving it form. She cloaked herself in a dress of black mist, and shielded her allies behind her. She knew where the students and teachers would go in the event of a break in, it was a shame they believed themself safe.

She made her way down the halls, and found herself in the library, the room of spells, mysteries, and most important...

It starts as a look, a quick glance to the side, when you think they’re not looking, and still want to hide.

A look that’s so quick, a second or two, but it makes you feel things, like you ran or you flew.

Then you talk, small and nice, no real truth behind it, but soon you want more, so you hunt ‘til you find it.

And, you’ll look for a while, look high and look low, but the longer you look,...