Eyes filled with such innocence, Purer than freshly fallen snow, Hair alight like a crimson flame, With skin as pale as sunbathed bones.

"I like nonsense; it wakes up the brain cells." -Dr. Seuss

Red Riding Hood killed her grandmother... Cinderella's prince had a fiancé... Beauty was blind... This is a collection of interrelated freestyle poems, each revealing another side of the fairytales you've known and loved. A warning: Some of these are a bit... Twisted, so if you're a little squeamish don't read this.

The Ocean the delphe hold sacred, they call Sormer, their home - and to some the most valued treasure is no treasure at all, no, just a song...

Hope you guys like it!

A slain fairy lies dead amongst the bluebells. A short poem.

Visions of bliss, indigo skies, easy calm ocean breeze.

Poem about my monster.

girls like you are apocalypse-born.

Legend tells us where to go, to find the treasure in the snow.

tonight smells like smoke and copper and the advent of our mortality.

this is a poem for monster girls

immortality was meant for pretty girls with unpretty lives.

a princess should never fall in love with the sea.

life lessons from the girl who lived amongst the stars

if a man can rule with iron fists, then a woman can rule with steel.

Supernatural. Doctor Who. Sherlock. Game of Thrones. Mad Men. Breaking Bad. Teen Wolf. Vampire Dairies. Pretty Little Liars. Whatever your fandom, every fangirl/fanboy has had that journey into their fandom, some to the point where they're obsessed-which may or may not be a bad thing. This is a free verse poem about that journey into a fandom.

A train at midnight on summer.

My fate, my destiny. A prince letting his mind wander.

and as they laid there they never noticed the water.

Let your soul sing and dance, a song of destruction and desecration. Let yourself be pulled by the siren song, the beautiful abominations. Fall under the fairy spell, fall into his arms. Let them drag you down to hell, victim to their charms.

Ever wonder why Santa is known by many different names and appears so different in various places around the world? Maybe there's more to this whole Santa thing than we're led to believe...

an ode to Greek Goddess Hera

A princess, long dead, sings her song of grief and madness upon the wind.

The meeting place of the lovers.