Sparkle

I'd love to, I'm totally out of inspiration.

I walk along the pathway of trees And carve my name into every one. The knife in my hand is heavy And the cutting leaves blisters On the otherwise smooth ...

Good luck everyone! :smt001 The Flea Circus Welcome, oh welcome, All ladies and gents To this circus of fleas For only ten cents! Though those swings look empty You surely ...

Welcome, oh welcome, All ladies and gents To this circus of fleas For only ten cents! Though those swings look empty You surely can see They move up and down ...

I love the way words flow and drop Like liquescent lollypop, Omnipresent elephant Or pulchritudinous celebrant. Idiosyncratic polyglots, Unpropitious despots Leave me indubitably blithe And free of de

Strange sighs in the night. Shadows creep like silent wolves As the darkness grins.

Reality is the strangest illusion We have fooled ourselves Into believing. We see things From one point of view And think that That is all there is. We judge everything ...

In a forest green and grey Far across the sea Lives a princess in a tower Who dreams of being free. In a deep cave in a desert Far across ...

Isn’t it strange That I’m nothing like you But we feel the same things We both do what we do That we think different thoughts In the same sort of ...

Poem for this round! Fingers crossed... Yesterday’s yesterday, I found a box Buried in the park Under a rose bush. It was old, or Seemed so at least, With a ...

I fell in love with books in second grade When the words on the pages Grew wings and flew to my brain And out again through my lips, Silky and ...

Yesterday’s yesterday, I found a box Buried in the park Under a rose bush. It was old, or Seemed so at least, With a dancing elephant carved Into the soft ...

Name: Viveza Brillo Age: 20 Occupation: Social climber Appearance: Wavy reddish-brown hair, green-gray eyes, 5' 3'' and curvy, small freckles on her nose Personality: Very flirtatious, clings onto peo

Come into the forest, dear! You’ll see the faeries have danced here In circles ringed with toadstools red Upon bare feet they swiftly tread. There is where the old witch ...

Time passes slowly. We grow old and grapes turn to wine in the summer.