Pompadour

I write when I shouldn't be writing. Like at three in the morning when I have school the next day. JUMBLY WORDS SUCH MAGIC EURGH

-Four- Huddled up Haiku -- Words of God My hollow bones quake not from cold, nor fright, nor love, but from wonderment. The pale breezes whisk down and out and ...

-Three- She lived in a house where the walls were made of cardboard and the drains were corrugated. The roof was of tarot-cards in half-moon prints stacked like ladders to ...

Could you please leave a review on this? Thank youu! :D

*tap dances* Yay! Pwease review this, then? And this too, if you don't mind: :D Ooh, and tell me if you want anything reviewed from your portfolio, OK?

Thank yoo! :D Can I be a customer again? I'll review back. >.<

-Two- Amateur-ish attempts at Persian Poetry -- Rubaiyat 1. A Library of Lost thoughts Every spine shook with pagan dust where verses sung stark on their battlefields. Decrepit and grey, ...

Yes, definitely! I haven't had the time to add my character yet, but I'll do it as soon as possible. :)

Because writing is freedom. It's not just the ability to express, but the ability to explore yourself. When other people read what you write, they're reading into your mind. They're ...

Oh, oh, I want a male spot! :D

I'll be adding my character soon. :D So if you could reserve a spot for me...

-One- Wanders of a lost soul I left home to wander in pools of grey, sweeping misery that harked to the night. The world was a gravel mistake, like the ...

The best kinds of bravery are often insane.

I have absolutely no idea what to say here, except that I think I'll give this a go and that alligators are better than crocodiles. So, yay!

I want to join! I hope it's still open... :D