No, there isn’t no need for crying now. For our worst days are all far behind. Don’t tell me I got to keep trying now. Such words are unnecessary and unkind. I’ll give you everything; every number, every letter. I’m the luckiest alive (yes, you could’ve done better). And I’ll love you until the day … More No We Didn’t, Dearest
First my heart was broken and then it simply ceased to be. Beating seemed so senseless if it couldn’t beat for she. She left me bruised, battered; too weak the world to feel. So I grew cold cathartic, switched soft skin for shiny steel. I wandered to meet the Wizard but he did not have … More The Tin Man: Where Went Oz?
Sleep well, my little cherub. Time to rest your weary head. Though thoughts of ghouls & goblins go dancing in your head. Tomorrow belongs to witches when we’ll perform a magic feat: to transform my Angel to She-Devil for fiendish Trick or Treat. Neighbours new, neighbours old, they will both get a surprise! A delightful … More Trick or Treat?
She sits silent, somber, solitary, hides her heart in the monastery and tells herself the same old lie. That she’d done all she could do, if she repeats it, it’ll sound true, that sometimes some dreams do die. Outside six feet under the cold earth, all those dreams she once gave birth, are all arisen … More Night of the Living Dreams
Over 7 billion people but only one me. Each life but a drop into an endless sea. How insignificant will my life be? Can a drop change course of the ocean? Suggestion seems such a strange notion! Yet your drop isn’t water – it is magic potion. A drop can cause nations to rise and … More Drop in the Ocean
Her mother made Willow walk with her, to the middle of the deep, dark wood. Willow wept and wailed “Want to go home!” and also added that she would be good. Mother muttered “Now dear, save your tears for the tears will not change what is true. I can’t afford to keep both you and … More Weeping Willow and the Wood Witch
When we were young we’d wait a while, watch wistful whilst the world went by. Lying on a green grass bed together trying to build colossal cloud castles in the sky. Sometimes you’d see a white elephant, sometimes I’d imagine it’s a grey ghost. My childhood memories are all cherished but those with you I … More Child’s Play: Cloud Castles
I won’t say that I love you I’ll just show you that I do. For words they come too easily and actions speak so true. I won’t cling desperately to your hand, just return when day is done. It doesn’t mean that I don’t want you: I need you as the flower needs the sun. … More Let it Show
“All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.” I start with the old lie – well worn through years of misuse but still willing to return for one more performance. Because it’s you. It’s always you. How shall I summon you today? With a … More Like Magic