Pisces asked:


As the froth of nectar
that waters the pond of dreams;
you sputter
In your embrace
I bloom
as Lilly blossoms.

As snow’s soft flakes,
you melt on my petal cheeks
touching me
not quite.

Memories’ butterfly kisses
turn into love letters
before my interlaced lashes –
–written amongst
changing cloud patterns
in our long forgotten
secret scripts

And i wishfully think
Is the rhythm
in honey dew drips
upon window sill;
simply the tunes
of my love for you?

nova n asked:


As the froth of nectar
that waters the pond of dreams;
you sputter.
In your embrace
I bloom
as Lilly blossoms.

As snow’s soft flakes,
you melt on my petal cheeks
touching me
not quite.

Memories’ butterfly kisses
turn into love letters
before my interlaced eyelashes

–written amongst
changing cloud patterns
in long forgotten
secret scripts–

And my wishful musings go

Is the rhythm I hear
in honey dew drips
upon my window sill;
the tunes of my love for you?
No its not about sex..i dont have a clear idea about what it is about though

Pisces asked:


As the froth of nectar
that waters the pond of dreams;
you sputter
In your embrace
I bloom
as Lilly blossoms.

As snow’s soft flakes,
you melt on my petal cheeks
touching me
not quite.

Memories’ butterfly kisses
turn into love letters
before my interlaced eyelashes –

–written amongst
changing cloud patterns
in our long forgotten
secret scripts

And I wishfully think

Is the rhythm in honey dew drips
upon window sill;
the tunes of my love for you?

There he sat. The organ grinder. asked:


Like, how do you decide where you want your story to start? Because of course there was things going on before in your characters lives, since most authors don’t begin their stories with the main characters birth, but the author usually just starts at one point, and then has the character have flashbacks or memories to what happened before the story started.

I’m not sure if everyone is going to understand what I’m trying to say, lol. And please don’t tell me to start writing, because I just want to know how YOU decide how to start your story. Thank you.

Pisces asked:


Are you the sweet dew droplets
in the butterfly kisses
of my memories?

Are you the fantasy that seeps
down the pores of wet sand
into the valley of my dreams?

Are you the notes in
pitter patters
of honey dew drips
on my glassy window panes ?

Is that you who writes love letters
in secret scripts
of transitting cloud patterns?

Dont you melt as snowflakes,
down my cheeks
into autumn falls?

Is the starry trail of light i walk
simply the paths you take?

swimm5001 asked:


Recently, I’ve had memories of this story I read a long time ago. There was a man, and he showed up at some house or mansion or something, perhaps for a party? Or a game? Except the game was that HE was being hunted. Something off the wall like that, but very cool. Any suggestions would be helpful!

Pisces asked:


As the froth of nectar
that waters the pond of dreams
you sputter
and in your embrace
I bloom
as Lilly blossoms.

As snows soft flakes,
you melt on my petal cheeks
touching me
not quite.

At the golden break of day,
memories’ butterfly kisses
turn into love letters
before my interlaced lashes.–
–written amongst
changing cloud patterns
in long forgotten secret scripts