17 October, 2010


For now, I shall live in a new Kingdom: Forgotten Daydreams. I'm hoping this will be more me and more lovely than this Kingdom, which I've grown quite disappointed in. I will not delete this old Kingdom, for it is a peekhole into my past self, but I may not frequent it as often.

I'd love to see you all there; you are very special to me.

21 September, 2010

Pocket Watch

The sand in the hourglass trickles away, sliding down... down... down... vanishing. Come back, I whisper. Come back.

I've stolen the White Rabbit's Pocket Watch. It's ticking, ticking... each second fairy dust slips through my fingers. I hide it in a jar and lock it away, where the Ticking Crocodile won't find it.

I still remember how to get to Neverland–– second star to the right. But some days I've forgotten how to fly. I cling to my happy thoughts, memories forever preserved as a constellation in the stars: searching for fairies at the bottom of the garden, gathering seashells scattered along the shore, lazy summer afternoons spent cloud watching and blowing dandelions. I'll never forget. I can't.

I'm twenty years old today. Too old, way too old, but not old enough to stop believing.

Image: "A Matter of Time" By Kathleen Patrick

09 September, 2010


I’ve lost my voice. It drifted away, tempted by the wind, into the vast and dark universe. I try to call for it, but out of my mouth falls only silence; sad, lonely silence. I can feel words inside me, trapped in shackles; they’re burning on my tongue, ready to burst from my lungs.

My Muse hasn’t paid me a visit for a very very long time.

Image found through Google Images.

26 August, 2010


"If you're listening, if you're awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold ever more wonders."

Quote found on Tumblr, Image found on Google.

21 August, 2010


She had spent countless hours over her gurgling cauldron. Her eyebrows had long ago burned off, her hair was a tangle of sweaty locks and burns were shiny crimson splotches across her arms. She labored diligently long into every night, determined not to quit; she was so close to making her breakthrough discovery. Yet every night turned out the same: she’d fall asleep in the midst of cutting up dried roots or pig’s tongue, the cauldron’s bubbling a soothing lullaby.

But then one day…

It was an accident, really. Who knew that a handful of peach rose petals, seven black swan feathers, a teaspoon of honey, a sprinkle of sugar, two fresh raspberries and a dash of cinnamon would be the secret to flying? (Provided, of course, that you stirred the mixture clockwise, counter clockwise, centre to the edge, then edge to the centre a total of 777 times while singing Amazing Grace.)

She just had to test her potion. Without a moment’s hesitation, she dashed to her ladder and climbed to the rooftop of her twenty story flat. She raised the goblet to her chapped lips and was instantly enveloped in the delightful, airy sweetness of her concoction as it danced down her throat.

With a deep breath, she leapt from the building. The clouds were a heavenly swirl around her as the cool breeze carried her through the ocean blue sky. It had worked: she was flying! She was a genius! She was going to be so famous!

Later, the Police Investigators submitted their report: suicide.

Image found through Google Images.

17 August, 2010

Sun and Rain

"Life is like a rainbow: you need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear. The only way to see a rainbow is to look through the rain."

All images found through Google Images.

11 August, 2010


Image Sent to Me by a Loved One

09 August, 2010


'What did he say?'
“Something about a diagnosis.”
We focused on the Doctor leaning against the pasty white wall, light glowing ominously on his starched scrubs; he looked like an archangel perched over the Book of Life.
‘If he’s standing at the gleaming gate, I’m turning back.’
I laughed at that; the Doctor gave me a look before returning to his paperwork.
‘Don’t laugh; you look like you’re crazy.’
Scratching scribbling filled the room.
Mother rested an icy hand on my arm––– pat, pat, pat. Translation: “It’ll be alright. Don’t worry.”
Don’t worry, her catch phrase.
The Doctor began to rummage in a cabinet.
“He’s getting the medicine, the one he promised would––”
‘No! He can’t do that.’
‘Do what?’
‘Make us disappear.’
‘Don’t be silly; we can’t just vanish.’
The twisting of a faucet and water bouncing in a paper cup echoed through the room.
Pat, pat–– two taps. I glanced at mother, with her worried, sunken eyes. A plea to cooperate.
The Doctor approached, three pills in his latex gloved hand. I wanted to protest, but at mother’s pat, pat, I obediently opened my mouth. The pills slid down my throat.
‘Don’t worry, little pills can’t get rid of us.’
‘We’ll never.... leave.... don’t.... worry....’
A spurt of panic rose in my chest. “Are you there?”
‘. . . .’
“Answer me!”
‘. . . .’
Tears poured down my cheeks. The silence was a deafening echo. “Gone. All gone. Gone...”
Drained. Empty.
One pat, a brief touch on my shoulder–– “I’m sorry.”

Written based on a challenge to create a story no more than 250 words long.
Image by: Saumya

03 August, 2010

Les Fleurs

The flower offered of itself
and eloquently spoke
of Gods
in languages of rainbows,
and secret silence...
*~Phillip Pulfrey~*

Images found through Google Images

27 July, 2010

Ocean Dream

I swim in an Underwater Realm amongst fish and coral reefs, my tail glistening in the ocean light. My fingers brush against the seaweed and seashells buried deep in the sand, stars of the sea. Pearls are laced in my hair, glitter dots my skin. Magic vibrates through the water in hues of green and blue.

I was born to be a Mermaid.

All of these lovely paintings are by Josephine Wall.

23 July, 2010


Photo by Lissy Elle on Flickr

19 July, 2010


Walls of bush and ivy tower over me, trapping me within. I wander around and around, taking first one path, then another. Twisting, turning, weaving; dead end after dead end. Searching, expecting it to be just around the next corner. But it's always the wrong way.

I'm lost; my compass has stopped working.

Image found from Google Images

17 July, 2010


I gaze up in the clouds and witness magic working, creating wonder for those who wish to truly see.

Image Source: I wish I knew... I found it somewhere online. But it's marvelous!

11 July, 2010


Laying on my stomach in front of the Victorian dollhouse, arranging furniture and whispering stories. The dolls move from room to room, oblivious of my choking fingers around their fragile frames.

Mother bakes, Father reads, the children play, baby sleeps. My narration is weaving, my mind creating; imagining. For this precious moment, I'm a little girl again.

Images found on Google Images.

07 July, 2010

Satin and Lace

Satin and ribbon, tutus and lace.

The stage lights glisten, the music caresses. Bodies move in fluid movement, flowing with Odette's grace and the Sugarplum Fairy's magic.

All of these lovely Images were found through Google Images.

05 July, 2010


Holding a glittering flame in your hand...

A dazzle in the night sky...

Painting glowing pictures against an inky canvas...

One's own Sparkle of Happiness.

Images found through Google Images

01 July, 2010

Fantasy Tea

Gowns of lace and silk, flowers weaved into auburn locks. Fine china and ribbons; little ladies playing dress up. A little cream, two scoops of sugar. Warm porcelain between your fingers, steam tickling your nose as it twirls in the air with soft, bubbly laughter. Gooey biscuits and strawberry tarts staining white pressed gloves, sugar sprinkled on dimpled rosy cheeks.

Image found on the blog of "The Teastained Page."

17 June, 2010


"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you've imagined."
~Henry David Thoreau~

Painting Artist: Unsure... Couldn't Find

11 June, 2010


The ship has been docked at harbor for far too long, anchored still. It gazes longingly into a cloud filled horizon and a foamy sea–– swabs of dandelion puffs; hues of ocean green and seaweed blue. It bobs in rhythm with the waves, patient for the wind to fill its sails once more. Lands are waiting to be discovered, journeys yearning to be taken.

Painting Ship at Sea, Sunset by Edward Moran

03 June, 2010


There's a secret hiding somewhere, a buried whisper, that'll show me where the magic is.

Image: From "A Hint of Chic Boutique"

27 May, 2010


"It is never too late to be what you might have been."
~ George Eliot

Painting by: Claudia Porstmann

17 May, 2010


Faded looking glass, distorting the image staring back at me. Lies are all you whisper, reflecting nothing more than a stranger, hiding beauty from my seeking eyes.

But now I know your secret: true beauty resides not in my reflection, but within my heart.

"Child Looking in a Mirror" by Elizabeth Louise Vigée le Brun

01 May, 2010

Dream Catcher

Wisps of glitter, golden sunbeams, vibrant rainbows; dreams fill the air, the scent of Spring blossoms. Chase them through the corridors of your imagination, waltz with them as you sleep. Capture them and store them in the bright chambers of your heart.

Dreams are strange things: they'll slip through your fingers like foggy sand if unlived. Don't let them escape.

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."
~ Eleanor Roosevelt ~

Picture Credits:
* "Psyches Dream" by Josephine Wall
* "Ocean Dreams" by Jim Warren
* "Stairway of Dreams" by Josephine Wall

19 April, 2010

Blossom Secret

Flowers love to share secrets, whisper magical things into a willing listener's ear.

The blossoms said a ladybug was nearby, wanting to play.

I always listen to the flowers; they're my friends.