Summerless

Crisp, the rising, is the suppressed sol,Bind seasons' promises compelled you to keep,Laugh, cerise lips, on the jade knoll,Slow over the fruitless, undulance of sleep.Beguile the loveless, the lifele

“Good day, folks…” Harry Potter turned at the sound of his best friend’s voice. One eyebrow rose at the sight of the flame-haired Weasley swaying on the stage, the microphone ...

I'm still shaking away the reality.Reality that one day I'll look frantically for you,Searching wretchedly, yearning to persevere.I'm still wiping the tears.Tears that tear me apart with each briny, s

Preface: My Sanctuary Sometimes, at night when I lie in bed, the world of sleep and the world of dreams let down their bridge. My soul parts my body and ...

I deleted this. Sorry for the hassle--I don't want it to be read anymore.