The next day i wake early and get up and get ready. Today i have another class to teach and i have to get my plan ready. I still haven't picked which place to break into but i will have one by the tim...
Here's a little poem for the daily prompt "Stars"
I hope you guys like it :D
โJust a poorly-written letter.โ
โMaybe, just a show off and a run off.โ
The Good People Dancing
"The Good People" are what the Irish call Fairies.
In folklore, Fairies are easily offended and must be spoken to and of with respect and caution. Those who offend The Good ...
I have a deep love for Irish folklore <3 My mother believed in fairies and if I'm honest I hope they're real. So I write them little love poems and maybe someday they'll let me dance with them.
Hopefully I'll start posting these little poems daily, though knowing me, I might slack off sometimes. :p
Light is good and dark is bad...but how long can there exist a distinction between them...in our world where nothing is pre defined...how many more days before black and white is lost and the world is...
The Weaver Woman will weave you a dream. That is, if you let her...
This field was never meant to be a forest Trees never used to cram the air space;
A walk through the forest and finding a library filled with tales and nature.
The poem of the day! Though it's short, I really like it, so please be nice to my butterfly babies!
A sonnet from the Fae called Ghillie Dhu, the lonely Wood Man
I want to crawl inside of your pocket and sleep there for a year By the time I wake, we'll be happy and safe
The next day i wake early and get up and get ready. Today i have another class to teach and i have to get my plan ready. I still haven't picked which place to break into but i will have one by the tim...
Here's a little poem for the daily prompt "Stars"
I hope you guys like it :D
โJust a poorly-written letter.โ
โMaybe, just a show off and a run off.โ
The Good People Dancing
"The Good People" are what the Irish call Fairies.
In folklore, Fairies are easily offended and must be spoken to and of with respect and caution. Those who offend The Good ...
I have a deep love for Irish folklore <3 My mother believed in fairies and if I'm honest I hope they're real. So I write them little love poems and maybe someday they'll let me dance with them.
Hopefully I'll start posting these little poems daily, though knowing me, I might slack off sometimes. :p
Light is good and dark is bad...but how long can there exist a distinction between them...in our world where nothing is pre defined...how many more days before black and white is lost and the world is...
The Weaver Woman will weave you a dream. That is, if you let her...
This field was never meant to be a forest Trees never used to cram the air space;
A walk through the forest and finding a library filled with tales and nature.
The poem of the day! Though it's short, I really like it, so please be nice to my butterfly babies!
A sonnet from the Fae called Ghillie Dhu, the lonely Wood Man
I want to crawl inside of your pocket and sleep there for a year By the time I wake, we'll be happy and safe