After several frogs, I married up.

Fire burned befuddled souls, And we were left much less than whole. Enslaved to darkness, our Spirits cried, Hidden somewhere deep inside. Truth emerged and ranks were split; The binding broke, bit by bit. Some remained; for them we weep-- Brothers imprisoned in demon-sleep. But we are free at last to roam; To attempt a life and build a home. These tattered forms are merely tokens; Our Spirit shall remain unbroken.

Fire burned befuddled souls, And we were left much less than whole. Enslaved to darkness, our Spirits cried, Hidden somewhere deep inside. Truth emerged and ranks were split; The binding broke, bit by bit. Some remained; for them we weep-- Brothers imprisoned in demon-sleep. But we are free at last to roam; To attempt a life and build a home These tattered forms are merely tokens; Our Spirit shall remain unbroken.

A sharpened arrow perched to fly To meet a thousand more that soar Across the sunset-laden sky, While heavy footfalls stomp the floor. A finger shoots into the air-- A piercing sound; a child's cry. Chaos rushes here and there Beneath the sunset-laden sky. Shouts go up, and tales of lore Get passed around like broken bread. Move on and sound the drums of war; Goodbyes are better left unsaid. Two forces clash, a willing pair Of duelers wielding sword and mace Trying to catch one unaware And pu...

I’m supposed to dream of handsome princes, You know—the kind that sweep you off your feet. One who kneels and grins and there convinces How without him I am incomplete. How unfortunate it is for me, then, That I have never had romantic dreams. Such sweetness fails for me, but then again Maybe romance isn’t all extremes. I don’t want a dozen long-stemmed roses Or chivalry as fake as it is dead. I simply want a man who, too, supposes That love is born in tearful laughs instead— If I see him, I’...

She truly thinks she’s fabulous enough to rule the world, That everyone on earth should love and fear her. She thinks that everywhere she goes a flag should be unfurled, And that’s enough to make me want to spear her. She’ll toss her hair and bare her legs, but couldn't grasp the thread Of cleverness a book could guarantee her. Still, every night she has a handsome man to warm her bed, And that’s enough to make me want to be her.

Constant came the sound of rain Against the foggy window pane; Lightning flashed and thunder roared. Inside, though, the fire soared. Cinders flew in graceful arcs Unchecked by walls; the peeling bark Flaked off and floated ‘til it crashed, Dissolving into air and ash. Soon the flames would reach the sky And meet the rain that wandered by. One would seek and one would fall Until the rain won over all. Against the blaze, against the light, A shadow moved into the night A silouhette that stood ...

Dear Victoria, Do me a favor, would you? Go in my room and hide my notebooks. You know how Dad is—he’ll throw them all out, and I may need those one day. I don’t care where you hide them, just get them out of sight. I know you’re worrying, but don’t. I’ll be all right, really. Just have faith in me, right? I’m in a city, and some days I find myself in awe. I know we went to NYC all the time, but it’s just not the same as living in one. Yesterday morning the sun rose up between two buildings, ...

I sighed with an air of disturbed wonder. I had never understood his thoughts, but I couldn’t for the life of me imagine what possible rationalization he formed that made this my fault. Had his ego really gotten that big? There was a time when all I wished for was his success. It meant so much to him, and I wanted him to be happy. I didn’t expect his happiness to cost mine. A soft thud shook me from my reverie, and like every victim in a horror movie, I set out to find the source of the sound...

Long, gray fingers of light curled over the horizon of a southern city. They say that things move more slowly in the south, and on such a morning, it is easily believable. Despite the blocks upon blocks of buildings and sidewalks, despite the sheer number of people crammed within the city limits, the threat of morning came with soft steps. The city awoke sleepily. It started with the low rumble of garbage trucks ambling through the streets, their brakes squealing with a silence attributed onl...