.. his favorite color was purple, made him feel beautiful he had a certain way about his walk pranced ..   he wore pastels ..   my polished Prince convinced he lived in a Palace without malice   a true peace that only a beast would...

A bottle's shadow, etched against the night,Holds a ruby heart, both bitter and alight.A red sweet wine, where secrets softly sleep,And Arthur's presence, makes the moment deep.From sun-kissed lands, where vineyards gently sway,This vintage flows, to chase the blues...

Written on the eternal storm is my destinationI've been writing these poems for what seems like foreverscribed on the stars so they won't be forgottenprinted on flower petals so others could read themLately, I began writing them in the...