I am a writer. A poet. I am a dreamer that struggles to sail the violent seas in my head and capture the voices of the lost, the forgotten, the mystical.

I am also a college student. If you are as well, please stay and chat. The road through college can be a lonely one, so feel free to reach out. We'll get through this:)

Writing is a never ending journey that lends itself to the dreamers and explorers. So let us dream and explore. 

-Tbirdy
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An excerpt:

La Belle Dame sans Merci 
by John Keats

And there she lullèd me asleep, 

       And there I dreamed-Ah! woe betide!- 

The latest dream I ever dreamt 

       On the cold hill side. 


I saw pale kings and princes too, 

       Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; 

They cried-'La Belle Dame sans Merci 

       Hath thee in thrall!' 


I saw their starved lips in the gloam, 

       With horrid warning gapèd wide, 

And I awoke and found me here, 

       On the cold hill's side. 


And this is why I sojourn here, 

       Alone and palely loitering, 

Though the sedge is withered from the lake, 

       And no birds sing.
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"We begin by begining"- Montag, Fahrenheit 451

Let the celebration begin for the Madonna in high kingdom. Me, the Knight of Gloam comes hither. @ALCRUX