For Victory, may he e’er hear a certain bird sing a midnight song. // Can you hear the rushing hush-hush-hush When the trees are talking rush-rush-rush And the stars burn brightly touch-touch-touch The birds cuckoo shush-shush-shush When I make love to you brush-brush-brush // All my love, Marie Athena

vampires don’t always come by secret in the night sometimes they come in the brightest day with lights a’shining little laughs and very scary senses of humour to steal the Rose Red from my arteries lucky for me blood is a renewable resources and like the trees I plant in all the fertile hearts I…

Am I the girl who wrote the stars into life Am I the woman who wreaked vengeance Am I a lost boy looking for another player to join my game Am I anyone or anything other than a frightened soul looking for her home My dear lovers, once upon a time I would have looked…

The smoke tall rises with bright red flecks of ash that sparkle Above a cottage deep in the woods and as the wind hearkens We gather around the fire in an intimate reunion just you and I The candles start to gutter and the incense is thick and hazy we fly To worlds unknown and…

It’s over, Anakin ❤ Sometimes the hardest thing about letting go Is that I well and truly know that it isn’t forever All of you will come back to me in one moment or another Or at least so it seems to me from where I sit Ever-changing and ever-growing as I grow wiser Perched…

For Victory, from yours truly xo You were once told that I was leaving and you had no choice. It was said not with any religious fervor or excess of faith but in very sincere truth. I earnestly believed that I was incapable not just of critical thoughts, but of critical feelings. But truly you…

From Victory, for yours truly xo I was once told that brown was a choice. It was in loving jest, at a place of inclusive worship. I oft think of this remark and parallels spring unbidden from my mind, Like plants with conscious agendas acending towards the light. Hair, a brunet canopy, weaves it way…

Beneath soft bedsheets A dear trapped sleeping Hunter shoot your shot

Ice cream crushes on his ruby red lips The smell of salt water underneath perfectly cut fingernails Laughter ringing out in peals of delight Happiness is in the air like the smell of cotton candy And as the fairy lights are strung around the boardwalk His heart lights are strung around the girl with the…