This free verse poem is about how Santa Claus delivers presents to those in a certain type of home.

Uploading old stuff for funsies. Wrote it when I was 15. It's about an innocent kiddo who meets her demise in a mysterious and [conveniently] unexplained experiment.

A lone rider gallops, but what is it that he seeks?

You can stand against the water or let it pull you in. You cry for help but no one comes. You're all alone, as the tide hits your feet and pulls you deeper.

and in them stands.

A sequel to my earlier poem 'Today'. This one is set in Dollar Glen, near Stirling, in rural Scotland.

A midsummer visit to the old fort of Moredun, which lies just outside of Perth in Scotland. There was definitely magic in the air that day! If you like my so-called poem, check out 'The Fourth Lunation', which is a sequel.

A poem on an legendary battle in an unfamiliar future.

This is a super old poem from my elementally school days. I always loved it and could never give it up.

Monsters and goblins, like us, have funny things that happen on Halloween! Hope you enjoy this piece. Please, leave a comment, thanks. Happy Halloween to All!

To know or not to know

In a dystopia where love that isn't socially acceptable is hunted down and executed, two queer lovers try to find there way in the cruel world they inhabit.

a Dragon, a Knight and a Sprite.

you're not rocks you're scented plastic, lay by day and owl by night.

"Happiness is a wil' o' the wisp Here and gone in a flick."

Inspired by vampires, I think. But there's also a metaphor here, I can feel it.

Toujours plus bas, nous chutons ou chuterons un jour

Thou has posted cringe, ye shall be taken to see thy king.

This free verse poem is about what a man has seen happening before his eyes just as he was about to get into his car.

She is the Muse you always are looking for... A poem write as challenge for 20 Years of Deviantart.

I am, for personal reasons, using this as a repository for scraps of work around this real-life concept of "My partner looks like how Renaissance artists painted and sculpted the old gods." And I promise you, it's even funnier in real life.

They say that you're indeed so, because you reap what you sow.

I have a world which is mine. A place which I want our world to turn like, without hatred and anger, destruction and pollution. A place where magic exists.

The young hero hears a prophecy that warns her she will succumb to darkness. But is does darkness really equal evil? (Rated T because i have no idea how to rate and I used word 'death' in this poem)

The "truth" masquerade that flips the images from your eye to behind your mind.