Poetry "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling, recollected in tranquility" - William Wordsworth

O Starry Flare Flare, so bright and burning like a solar star, Such beauty divine, so near yet so far, But danger lurks around every corner, Be you test? Or be you warner? Former of #life or informer of #life, Such mystery in this world is rife!

Dandelion Your aroma like the dew on morning grass. A sun rising over the hill, peeking over, to check if the day had begun. Dandelion. When I see you, your voice just sounds like dulcet tones. I'll be a pirate and that'll be my siren song. Blue eyes, crisp like icebergs, spear me in the heart, yet make me feel so warm. But it's raining. Raining down on me. For I know that for every season I have loved without you, there'll be a season more.

X Cross. I'm cross with you, walking in the room. Do you care? X-man. Trying to save what we could have had, a moment that allowed that rolling stone to gather moss. eXamination. I sit exams, work. You eXamine others, work. Well, works for you. eXample. Let's set by eXample. I'll walk, stronger, improved. You stop, struck, lose, ready to be another X.

Genesis Eve will be sitting up in heaven thinking "only Adam knows it wasn't the serpent in the tree that corrupted me"