If I should ever part with a thing I once called art...

You should be asleep at this hour.

Tell me that your glitter is my gold.

This is a little piece inspired by the beautiful genre of bossa nova, particularly the brighter, hotter sort, describing a girl who seems to be made of sun and music.

Another short story revolving around Kay and Prince Cerran. Kay feels uneasy in the night, and reluctantly goes to the one he knows can calm him: Cerran. On the way, he recalls a similar childhood experience and thinks of former innocence and simplicity.

A poem for Kay from Escaping My Gilded Cage about the rocky relationship he shares with Cerran. It's a pantoum. I just love writing this way. For now it's another simple three stanza, but I think next time I do a pantoum I'll branch out.

Kay is the object of childhood friend Prince Cerran's affections, but feels stifled by the attentions and worn by the prince's immorality. The concerned queen arranges Kay a vacation in secret, but what if possessive Cerran discovers and interferes?

The options we have in reality can seem as absurd and insignificant as those in Alice's world of dreams. Rated T to be safe, for mention of death and pill and injury imagery, but it's nothing really bad.

Lionization for a 21st century cat goddess lady. Excuse the pun, and the title 'misspelling' is intentional. Read the piece and you shall see. I may edit this a bit later, as I think it could use more cat imagery and stanzas, but I like the basic gist.

At some point, all of us carry what we were never intended to bear.

Ina's society has been living underground in a giant metal metropolis for 200 years. An odd rash of damaging surges have broken out, and the reporter sees it all first hand. I'm not sure QUITE where I was going, but if people like this I may continue.

Some people just don't know when to give up. Then again they do say, Try, try again. This is a song and is written that way. I don't know that the rhythm works so well if you just read it.

This is a pantoum I did for creative writing class, which is the reason for all the repetition. This one is about dreams. I like this format so you may see more in the future.

A girl plagued by a dark presence faces the skeletons in her closet in an interesting way. But are the skeletons all in her head? Short horror story.

Memories and music go together.

This poem was inspired by Hans Christian Andersen's The Snow Queen. I wrote it as ice as the word, to me, conjures a more unforgiving, solid personality than snow.

Snow will fall again one day.

Another Saccharine Delusions oneshot, this one featuring Bloody Bonnet. The pseudo Red Ridinghood sits upon the edge of a cliff to view the setting sun, pondering her past as she does. Teen for violence.

Ice cream is not the answer.

I will become you.

Inspired by a film of WWI dogfights.

I've always been fond of supernatural abduction (perhaps from a strong desire to escape mundane life) and work it into many plots. This is the one that I think really came out and shines. A lonely man has a chance encounter with a sylph...

Sugar rots. Flowers decay. Innocence fades. Ah, corruption.

I love will-o-the-wisps! Yay for wispy imagery! I was thinking about what might be in the forest behind my house and dreamt of the fantastical. This came of it.

I have in mind the sad-but-beautiful image of the prettiest sapphire butterfly, the kind with bright wings and black markings, floating face down in serene waters. Butterflies struggle too.

Fleur visits Faily, and Faust happens to come to call. PG13 for violence. For insight to these people, read Portrait.

A quick look at the world of the Forest, and an intimate portrait of Drs. Faust Foster and Faily Fell, two of its inhabitants. Rated for violence.

This is simplistic, as I tried to write it in a childlike way. I remember when I was little I would notice so much.

I had been trying to be so positive and make it work, but I forgot to think of my own feelings. In the end, I did what had to be done. I try not to feel so bad about it, and this is to remind me: I have feelings

Losing my mind to vertigo.

Think of a singer whose voice just pulls at your heartstrings. This is the kind of singer that this song is about.

Destiny. Partially inspired by the play Macbeth.

It was originally a character song for characters that never really came to be, but I still like it.

Fixing up your face at the expense of the fishes. Inspired by a little tin of lip gloss.

A thousand novas crash and burn tonight.

Song lyrics about, in short, medicine.