I'm fully laid with my autumn leaves. But I'd surely shed them before the eve Of the snowy, winter nights when We'd patiently wait for the spring To be alive again

maybe you die young before you're old, nobody's gonna tell you how to live. [ completed ] # 64 - poetry # 143 - short story (c) papertissue, 2014. all rights reserved.

A collection of poetry...

Simply a collection of things I've thought about and how I feel about the world. Some of these are based on things I've experienced, some are inspired by stories others have told me about their lives, and some just create themselves in my imagination and I decide to put them into words.

A collection of poems which share the secrets of the world.

"Even when all is dark, They grant us Starlight." A collection of poems (updated). Poetry #297 / Short story #467