The Story Of The Infamous Leprechaun She could bake dreams, Build paper creatures She had forgotten she could write as well, Only recently she was reminded. And he liked a girl who could sew dreams, knit patchwork lies, and paint grudge, who took comfort in big muscly arms. He was a little guy who had a big heart, he mistook the paper creatures, as guns turned towards his heart, couldn't see the magic in her baked wonders, prejudiced her pride. When he realized, the girl who knits patchwork lies, lays numb, as he makes love, he thought it a deprivation of love. It wasn't that however; she didn't have a soul to feel; to desire; to reply his love.. It was sold to the patriarchal guns; promising a #life so calm, so numb. Not much later, he risen with her needle piercing his skin.. There was a knock on the door, as he stirred in his green smoothie powder, he received a letter, in shape of a heart made of paper. The letter was scented with cinnamon, cloves and.. coriander? It told him he was invited to a place made of spices and sugar.. Shrugged on his guitar, he wanted to know, this tainted witch better. When he reached her doorstep, he also noticed the smell of cardamom, ginger and white pepper.. He shuddered, when he saw her with a tray of Chocolate Mint Dessert, that he used to eat in his childhood. But that was just a back-up spell, it was the windmill cookies that took their tool.

Nocturnal Girl Who Missed The Sun She Was Afraid Of.. She woke up to another day, well night she never woke after sunlight, it was always dark when she woke up. And she didn't like the dark in the least, would turn up the lights when sun started to come down, in the afternoon at five. So she woke up.. to another night, wished for it's end, wished for tomorrow to hurry up, so that she could say, she passed another day, and it was alright. Still not dead, but not quite alive, she found, she still haven't risen from yesterday's doubts.

Shallow Pleasure Condoms and the day after pills, do you hate each other that much to not to share a kid? Is it only shallow pleasure? You're ever afraid to spend a #lifetime together. This is no pro-#life notion, instead I'll remind you of something called abortion. That isn't love, it is porn, you got nothing else to share with each other, just tearing up the covers.

Dead Little Girl Woke up middle of the night, in my dream I was reminded of, the times I had hope, hope that's wasn't hopeless.. I woke in the middle of the night, and cried, 'cause I had the dreams of that dead little girl, she could cry so good, yet she could still smile..

Wonder From time to time, I wonder; don't people give me any credit, or they're left speechless? I wonder; if there's people empathizing my thoughts, I wonder if there's any women left who feels more than half a human. Wonder if it's worth trying, to make a difference, make a difference and expect people to understand, notice. I wonder.. if my friends misses me; now they left me alone, wonder if bestie found another shoulder to cry on, wonder if he's happy, happy without me? Wonder if; there's anything left to make myself feel better? Maybe Mangostein and Truffles? I wonder! Wonder if I am still welcome in the kitchen? Now that I lost my passion, for anything that matters?