Saturated Arrogance...imprisoned musescried to be freeshe took away their quillsand saiddo not bother me...

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

Later when they would mention, they would say, and everyone would know, but not nearly as well as they meant.

Because even when there is no hope, somehow you can still find a place to pin inside the things that you need.

You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.

...flames moved towards himand dropped within-singed and marred his tender skin ...(the frightful plight tale)

Watch me go. Watch me. Because you said i couldn't. Because you thought I wouldn't. Go on, cry now. Cry.

Cradle of SolitudeFor we know not why our tribulationsare given as suchour fragile formscreated from the dust...

The Decision...I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before...

An artist must be passionately in love with her art. Obsessed or possessed ― go mad for what you believe in.

Depths of Friendship...under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold...

Honor LostAmbulant sunshine piercedthe soot covered glass ~the feeble man wandered byin this ritual morning pass ...

... ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane ...(from gleaning granules)

Nothingness...there in this placewhere nothingness takesbut for the glimmera steadfast shimmerall would be consumed...

Saturated Arrogance...she rebuked those about herin darkness did she dwella pathetic historyall mortal man would tell..