All I want, more than anything in the universe, is to be a mother, have friends, and settle down. Hard to do when you’re an emerald-tinted badass with a reputation for assassination and being proud.   Not to mention being the last of my species, to…

In a world that waits for the next grand adventure, I fly by the free spirit of my heart, never to age, never to compromise my morals in sake of stability, fortune, or gain. I live to chase the sun, and laugh throughout the night….

I watch my fathers beautiful bride, grow an ugly disposition, as sickness came knocking stealing his love away and its just the two of us I feel the menace in her gaze the jealousy in her touch the threat in her words and l run,…

Through the canvas Scars and lines Bleed through   Only to appear Outwardly Young and rapturously   I mustn’t gaze Upon that face For Hell will pull me through  

Half immortal. Half mortal. Son of Helios and Klymene. He wanted to do great deeds. He wanted to be famous like his father. To drive the steeds and chariot through the sky. Light and warmth for the Earth. Food for people and a beauteous place…

VALLEY OF BONES I have stood upon the mountain tops. I have rested upon the wings of soaring eagles, their feathers of silver and gold a celestial pillow. I have lain slain in the valley of bones, death more than a shadow – holding my…

Looking deep at her reflection “All these men – what will they think? Eight in total in just one day?  Your reputation is blown no matter what you say  Seven dwarfs and a Prince, you should be ashamed What would make you take an apple…

Stand here beside me – the wild Atlantic gusting in your face – the people and the land behind. Something happens as you stand here on the shore; a distancing not related to either place or time. You step close to the edge of things…

A brave hunter from Thespias in Boeotia, Who was known for his beauty. The son of the river God Cephissus and nymph Liriope. Narcissus fell in love with his  reflection Because of the beauty of his mirror image And not realizing, it was just a…

“Talk into my bullet hole.  Tell me I’m fine.” – Denis Johnson   if my wounds could talk i would give them a jar to speak into so i could screw a lid on tight and my skin / sinew / beating heart would be…