Epic Tales Of Shooting Stars and Patchwork Scars

Oh yeah, I'm back baby. My poetic brain is in full swing, and the muse is back. Enjoy.


Faerie tales aren't always laced with stories of dungeons
and dragons, drawn daggers, and damsels in distress. She's
a frail protagonist with a taste for the heaviest metal
and the strongest rum. A modern day princess dressed in
wizard boots, studded tiaras, and patchwork jackets. She's
always been a mistress of disguise, hiding her emerald eyes
behind blackened veils of mystery for only her sweetheart
to gaze upon. What is a princess without her shining knight?

But knights aren't always dressed in shimmering silver armour.
Her own personal saviour much prefers tattered baseball boots
and black leather, to compliment the firefly light behind
his dark chocolate eyes. He's a metaphorical angel blessed
with a deeply affectionate soul. Jukebox melodies fade to
velvet lullabies at the touch of his voice against the
atmosphere; rasping words able to bring divine comfort. The
most vibrant of shooting stars fly with tails of testosterone.

She bears all the tropical seduction of Venus, Aphrodite;
a teasing temptress but loyal to the ones who ensnare her
pretty heart. Sensual blonde hair as fragile as the whispering
grass, and skin as luscious and tender as the petals of the
rose. The magic that she holds within her radiant, cinnamon
core, isn't just the kind that casts spells and enchantments.
This kind of magic infuses with the blood; creating the
softest, sweetest antidote for bruised and abused hearts.

They were crafting a heavenly catastrophe from the very start,
but sometimes disasters are able to weave themselves into
epics. A delicate faerie creature with an affinity for paint
and paper, and a mortal poet adept with moonlight serenades
and screaming metal. Not all tales of fantasy and magic
are children’s' fables; infused with passion fruit desires and
ragdoll affections. The best stories are never told, except
between creased bed sheets. The real meaning of bedtime stories.

Whoaaaaa. Ellen be back! Let me say, I think I've been deprived of your poetry. It seems I loved that one even more than usual, which I didn't dare think possible. Adore the ending, so clever. Lovelove it. You're a genius. 'Nuff said.

wow. That was incredible.
Poetic Genius much?

Jeezus dudette, you get better and better!

Jesus, are you ever brilliant?

*jaw drops* AMAZING!

i from now on admire you.
cuz your awsome

Awwwwwwwwww, that's so sweet.
I love it.

Yeay, you're back.

Thank you everyone. I've been a bit wary about writing poetry because I haven't worked on anything for so long.