epitome of perfection

"The perfect angel, strong sweetly arranged Her wings silver-lined with delicacy Her eyes like chips of emerald ice, framed in gold An elegant smile to grace us gently. Her guiding light still burning..."

"break and burn and make it pretty break and burn and feel the pity a wreath of flames surrounds the heavy soul wrapped together in the evil he stole Written June 7th, 2001 © on Jan 12 2002 02:33 PM P..."

"crystallized icy roads, car windows fogged shimmer of frosted green powdered trees no longer    sing peacefully a soft cloak– mother of pearl leafless, wind-tattered    they stand crevices packed with..."

"a bland liquid, round and worldly not a crumb of dignity grass shredded, rotting through green rock as the softest pillow a dirty clarity, bitter and metal wire basket of feasts frozen sidewalk, dirt..."

"He walks home slowly, staring at the ground. Little boy lost, he wants to be found. His glasses hang off his nose, cheeks flushed red. A silent hope within now feels achey and dead. He kicks the grav..."

"His limbs malnourished (skin discoloured) His tired eyes (sickly expression) He walks jaggedly (wavering about) His skin clings to young but old bones His lips lifeless (seldom smile) His motionless ..."