Land of Haven and Fated Death Virginia Carraway Stark Spades played on spades Dominoes crash On the square by the sea Where white means death Beauty is a tomb And creation is a cruel fate They say nothing is impossible Is it merely a cruel…

A Little Thing Virginia Carraway Stark It was only a little thing To put fingers to keyboard Pen to paper Such a little thing To say the things in my head I never thought they’d mean So much To anyone else And every time I…

The Moon has a Scent Virginia Carraway Stark Night blossoming Moon flower Palest ivory Lemon ice Scented jasmine The smell of water The heat of the night Secret oasis Bring me here again In your arms Hold me tight My heart is pounding Can you…

Too Brief Virginia Carraway Stark In the winter the days go by too quick And you miss the sun In the summer the night’s are too brief And you miss the dark The moon becomes a pale faced stranger Who whispers in the light The…

Northern Solstice Virginia Carraway Stark Crisply glistening under the starlight Although it was solstice Skin was white as apple flesh Naked after shedding her night colored cloak She shivered under the northern lights The longest day meant something here Already the sun was edging its…

Crazy Little They Virginia Carraway Stark I wrote a little poem about a girl beyond the pale they all thought it was about them it was like the song being ‘so vain’ they all thought this poem was about them but it was the crazy…

Lame Ducks Virginia Carraway Stark It isn’t asking very much context is everything and yet… it sounds like a lot of fun to me learning is fun and so playing but I guess it’s a bit of goatish thing to be a kid and have…

GaoKao Virginia Carraway Stark If there was a battle cry And all the years were packed Into an afternoon Of luck and hard work The future determined By what that day might bring I don’t know that I’d be more or less capable Than any…

White Chocolate Lover Virginia Carraway Stark Gently he melts against my tongue Orchid taste gently darkening his ivory to cream Vanilla the only thing marring the perfection Differentiating The purity of his taste Into something of sensational beauty tempting me to nibble yet again and…

Every Time! Virginia Carraway Stark Every time I have begun It’s time to begin again Every time I think I’m done I find I’m half undone every time I’m half done I become undone again! Becoming done is half the fun Becoming undone isn’t such…