But in them nature's copy not eterne.

Hello everyone.
Actually, I doubt you will like these, because they are extremely strange, but heck, you are reading them, no?

gifted?
It hasn't always been easy growing up, for me. Mum can be invisible, Dad has x-ray vision, and my younger brother can read people's thoughts. It is hard not to feel a little outclassed by their spectacular (if typical) powers. And me?

My superpower is-everyone smiles at me.

I don't know who to trust.

This Is Not An Emo Poem
Perhaps it was the black dress she had been wearing.

He didn't know what drew him to her, only to perish in her light, but he was in love. Or out of it, mourning for love lost. Sliding delicate blades over skin, he drew bloody patterns on pale flesh.

He was later arrested for murder.

you're not alone

Good night, sleep tight, the Moon shines on you, on a little boy who sleeps unaware under haystacks, but without needles. I'll see you in the morning.

But I will be at your cold, stranger, marble bedside the whole night, watching.

This is true love, love you never thought of when you accepted my ring.


Please read and critique (even if you think it is terrible, at least tell me you think it is terrible!). Thank you, and try to have a nice day. Try.

- Stacey-Ann 314