Novedades

NO SNOWMEN OR SNOWWOMEN WERE HURT IN THE PRODUCTION OF THIS POEM! Jolly comes back every year to celebrate Summermas an Evergreen family tradition, they created him one Christmas Eve one long blizzard ago ...

PRETTY FORGETFUL THAT'S YOU, PRETENDING NOT TO REMEMBER IS WHAT YOU DO

She writes until she falls asleep, though she weeps, she knows her secrets the ocean will keep for the writer sitting alone in the deep.

Here, she comes, watch out for her glow, she glitters with magic as her beautiful tresses flow, but one thing you should know, her magic comes with a price too high for anyone to go.

WRITING SEEMS TO BE MY DESTINY, UNDER THE MOONLLIGHT WHERE I CAN SEE, IN MY LAIR I'LL WRITE MY STORY UNTIL IT SETS ME FREE, AND THAT WILL BE THE END OF MY JOURNEY.

Yes, I'm sneaky, they call me The Sneak, but they don't realize I just want to breathe and feel free, I may be sneaky, but I just want to feel free, that's the true sneak in me.

The Dreamer is the one who dreams all day and night, even when the stars aren't bright, inside the bottle my hopes and dreams locked up tight, out with the tide floating under the moonlight, until it reaches the shore when the time's just right!