Wednesday, December 2, 2009


The are a hundered butterflies and birds,
Fluttering inside me.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Fatal Beauty

Autumn is such a strange season.
It masks death with beauty.
Just when it becomes the most beautiful...
That beauty can only last for a day,
Then slowly,
Death comes.
Death turns the landscape into a colorless world.

The Dreaded Month

November is a rainy dreary month
Who all seem to dread

It drips and drips and drips
Upon all our heads

It is bleak and brown
Dark and Dim

Making our thoughts
Gloomy and Grim