Gasp, scream, quiver in fear
The land separates miles apart...

There are some qualities I will never bestow
To create fictitious pieces, historically known...

I am a euphemism of obesity
Coated with anorexia’s myrrh...

Illuminated patterns of perfection
become evanescent...

Faceless Fan
The silhouette, loudly buzzing...

Life, displayed for children,
Is an abundance of happiness...

My skin be tanned
His be a hideous blue...

Letting you into my once timid heart
Loving a beautiful soul more than mine...

I sit at my seat, contemplating
The inspiration I need is futile...

Ebony streaks, straight, brilliant hair
Concealed ropes wave and braid her soul...

“I wish I were the wind,
To blow sweet reminders...

Imagination
Step inside the darkest place...