A fantasy poem on the magical lands, creatures and spells.

Fiction.

Is he is still or no more?
and if he is no more, is he killed or naturally dead?
if he is dead is his spirit happy or unhappy?

No One and Nowhere
Nowhereland is no fun.

A poem about the cyclical nature of obsession.

While looking at Pictures of Micheal’s Neverland on the Internet, this piece came to me. The pictures I saw told a story about who had it built and once lived there.No,I am not glorifying him at all or making him any less then a human being with flaws.This is just the result of a sleepless night and a curiosity about where Micheal lived.And I did hear on the news he wanted to be buried there but wasn’t.Please don’t judge me to bad because I wrote this fantasy piece about Micheal.

This is for you.

You bite the cheeks of so many other girls but only kiss me on the forehead.

It’s the simple things we long for…

Where nothing ever changes, and no one ever leaves….