Few swill from the fruit on disrespectful escapade, most fearing the verve in which they'd be punished. The Grim Mother loathes the sound—though gluttons offer rich blood for her children's doses of immortality.

14 60

The surrounding pulse rocks me gently. My host still breathes.
I breach the of my pod's walls. They crack as I break free.
Mother God tree's design is wise and
My conscience is clear - my host will die.

6 32

At last, this is where the towers live. Where the amethyst moon shines through the mist. And the waters forever flow into the lost empire of the gods.

3 7

You played your street games
on my verdant fields
You tried to conquer
where I dance my dreams
I am but a fool
lost in the myths of time
But I can assure you
If you abduct my heart
the lyrical lines you lose
in this game
will be mine
to keep

24 66

The DreamVentur book is the beginning of the

Filled with dreams from 300 to 1200 words that evolve to the

of the comics evolve to the

Something for everyone friendly with the journal book and too.

0 1

Two wandering souls
Soaring
Along veering gales
Hymning
The same melody
Of halcyon tales
Is she tellurian from
The Garden of Eden?
Or extraterrestrial
From untrodden lands?
Words entwined
Hearts enshrined
Her verdant eyes
Fell in love
With his smile

50 127

The silverback’s eyes were with rage. He towered over the trees, yanking them from their roots like twigs. His roar drowned the feeble meow coming from within his fur. He twisted from the hunters’ bullets, his hand gentle over his tiny ward.

11 45

I heard your hums in the wind, turning tangles in my rubiginous hair. It led me to the boat where we'd read books for a while as we ate jumbo corn dogs & drank pitchers of pink lemonade—where I see you.

13 68

Demonic eyes burn like sin
Welts appear on my alabaster skin

There is a to run
But you got me mesmerized like a Sun

So no need to ask for forgiveness
Just soothe them all with your kisses

7 62

Deep within the veiled by the flowing waters of the Everfalls, was a concealed cave. The Craven hid and orchestrated their next attack on With in their hearts and swords in hand, it was time for revenge.

6 20

If roses felt wanderlust amid what the rain & our jogging feet orchestrate, would they flee for submontane paths & their streams? Would they stick to hummingbirds who pollinate their gardens? A rose I could be.

9 43

Boiling kettle
Tea at the
Ready
Pours Water
Hands aren’t
Steady
Scalding pain
It burns my brain
Tea forgotten
Who’s to blame
Me
My Shame
Seeps deep
I am no
Longer
The same
Where once
Was beauty
Now is
Maimed
Just breathe

8 25

A mermaid sings evening song
floating amid the deep colorful benthos
wearing a totem of love
keeping it at all above
summons the rain
when she cries out of pain
deep in the penetralia
of a rainforest
writing a story of
a lost moon
shadows

16 75

She bent over the microscope to examine the latest samples of the divers brought. There was a kind of blue-green algae she hadn’t seen before. The boat lurched, & she yelled, ”Keep it steady!”
”Boss?”
”What?” she snapped.
He pointed at the Loch Ness Monster.

5 19

He left without discussion, listening to those who raised him in exchange for full obedience. They held the titles 'mother' & 'father yet never warmed him as families do. His memory lays tangled with benthos.

14 79

I have these
Words in
My head
I need
To release
I begin
To write
Suddenly I
Stop
Realizing
It’s my soul
I’ve pored out
Cut open and free
My heart is beating
In my throat
I just want to
Express my feelings
I wear my heart
On my sleeve
It bleeds
So I
Just Breathe

21 53

We perished earthly fears the closer our hands got to those cotton candy clouds, ignoring little bites and scrapes along the way. Leaves blew oceans past their sheen until all we saw was a jungle of ambrosia.

13 57

Zombie wander, no wonder. 'Life' too Zombie eat boxed 'brai meals' to get by, avoids noisy zombies & weird human things. But then Zombie find smartphone on parachuted human. Didn't reanimate. You ask for human, find Zombie, keep talking. Emotional

3 16

I heard a sapid voice on the breeze, maternal and full as the peonies on Grandma's kitchen table. I must've smiled because his eyes swelled with a bitterness that spread over his face like a virus—unready for a mother's wrath.

9 51