La Pluie (A Mad Poet Poem)
A MAD Poet Poem (en francais) of the beauty in loss.…
A MAD Poet Poem (en francais) of the beauty in loss.…
Reminince the lovely chaos.…
Why are we here anyway if not to?…
It isn't easy being perfect.…
The world is not as beautiful as it may appear.…
The world is not as ugly as it may appear.…
They had us all for fools. Stand up and fight for what is yours...because stars don't answer wishes.…
A poem about the monsters under your bed and in your head, and the disturbing love it develops for you.…
We've all heard Cinderella's story--but who cares about her? Being wicked is so much more fun...…
The place we all go to when we need to recede into the folds between worlds and release our souls into a satisfied, sigh of relief; our anxiety liberated into pastel clouds. It's nice, isn't it?…
A tumultuous tale of the water-breathing killer and their woe.…
A girl flees mysteriously through a winter forest at midnight.…
A monstrous beast consumes the land, and waits for us at the bottom of a cliff...…
She is but a silent, deadly shadow...…
They show no mercy...…
"It's a neon lights, Ferris wheel kind of night."…
A poem about depression and finding light in the darkness.…
The everyday experience of taking the bus.…
The things that prowl the night don't always have fur and pointed teeth. They look just like you and me--but with a little more pink lipstick and glitter.…
Once you take the dive into fantasy and euphoria, will you ever want to leave?…