She has a dark humor and white hair as if each strand is made of moonbeams. Her eyes, light grey like the moon but with a stare that could kill. She is pale even though she lives on the shore. Her silver crop top and have jeans shimmer with her moon necklace. Most will never notice her quiet hum but when heard every one listens....

He takes you and plucks you

straight from the vine

Then he makes sure you intertwine

Summertime fine

innocent and purely divine

As he goes and pulls out the center

honey drips from your lips

The quicker the better

still so pretty and sweet

yet damaged and frail

you fear what others are sure to think

so you stay quiet and let it go

surely it’s soon to snow...

The sunrise suffused the sky with color, aureate rays finally waking up after a night's rest, the birds singing their aubade. The dreams that once kept her so entertained as she slept were already fading from her memory. The strong arms that once held her, and the blue eyes that once struck her with opia were no more than a fantasy now.

Faith, divination, love, she was so much more than the simpl...

Whimsy and serenity, devotion and grace, she is eternally calm and silent. She twirls and curtsies in the breeze, beckoning all into her radiant embrace. She adores love in all its forms, longs for someone to see her fully. Over and over, she reads Greek classics and tragedies, reads poems by Sappho, reads Jane Austen’s pride and prejudice. She reads and reads in the hopes to lose herself in an al...

lily was so beautiful some would even say breath taking ,her long white hair blew in the wind just like a petal of a flower. You’d never really see lily around but she’d magically sprout when it started to rain. Lily was not everyone’s first choice but was very unique the way she’d sing and dance got the crowd coming but she was never actually making a sound....

She can be lovely,

Someone you’d want to know,

With her soft, heart-shaped face,

Her rose-red hair that curls at the ends and her pale skin.

She’s compassionate,

Can sympathize for even the worst,

She’ll want listen to you,

She’ll want to know you.

She’s fervent, passionate,

Especially when she’s in love,

Though she’s toxic from time to time,

I’m confident that she’ll gracefully sweep you from y...

My life is so short

I have not been here long

But I’m ready to dock at port

If only my sails weren’t wrong

I bloom once

Once per lifetime

And share my golden sunlight

Before going into my dark times

I give you a show

Hoping you’ll save me

But deep inside I know

You’ll leave my ship be

I’m stuck forever

Knowing I’ll drown

I can only hope

A better future is found...

Listless and yawning, her gentle frame bows down.

Even in this state, she is beautiful. There is something so soft and delicate about her, so much so, I worry that looking at her too long might harden her in some way.

How can something so beautiful be real?

I feel ashamed briefly, at the murmur of self loathing in my ear. I tell her to quiet down, she has no place here.

Just, oh how I wish...

My name is Lily

Purity and beauty

Do I feel that way?

Well I don’t know

Follow the day

But don’t go to far.

Have fun

But don’t ruin the meaning.

Unspoken pressure

Down, and beating....

I am going on a Adventure of waterfall nature

Because I really love to exploring

New living days I really love to discover

This lavender flower because it is nice and

Purple plant I even thought of how pretty and cool things and I even

Thought About how much

Lavender smells into the

Fresh breeze into the sky I

Never felt fantastic

Start pushing lavender

Into the air to me, I like

Smell of ...