"Your imagination spoke
Complex, perfect, vivid
Colors of evening
I call you heavenly
Please give me boldness to match
You heaven, and earth I"

"I'm the melancholy wordsmith
I come with bittersweet stories
And a wild imagination"

"It seems so easy to fly away
Spread my wings light and feathered
And test my power to forget those who chose to test my temper"

"We are the shrieks of ghosts
In the haunted houses we call our heads"

"Miserable rhymes
Unworthy of time
A waste of my life
And a poem carefully constructed
But one never read"

I promise I'm not all doom and gloom
:)
Feel free to talk to me, no promises I'll reply, especially in a timely manner but I don't bite, so long as you're respectful.

Rhubarb is just gay celery and no I don't take criticism.