By: Annie Napolean,
on 11/13/2013
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By: Annie Napolean,
on 4/28/2013
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There once was the Sky and her beauty spread over the expanse of the Earth. By day when the Sun played by her, she glimmered, she glowed.
But by night, when her dark tresses descended, there floated by, the Moon, fairest of all.
Night after night the Sky watched the Moon like a diamond in her sky. Till her angered brimmed and the beauty of the Moon she decided was to be dimmed. Magic she spewed and divided the Moon. And so it was that the Moon once full and fair day after day came to also be the Crescent and the Gibbous.
By: Annie Napolean,
on 4/23/2013
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By: Annie Napolean,
on 4/23/2013
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She calmly needled the thread and hung the dew drops before their fall. Then she took the reddened fruit and peeled it. The Rose turns white and the air quivered to ice.
By: Annie Napolean,
on 4/23/2013
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Today I shall be a fleeing princess. She travels to a land where all seasons meet each other, all at the same time. To where the sweet smell of spring engulfs her mid-summer.And so it is that she will lie in a sweet stupor neither asleep nor awake, craddled in mighty inked arms, through which fall the sun, the stars and all the celestial lights.
-Dandelion Head
Thats what dreams are made of, a fleeting glimpse of an invasion on to some mystical soil, a story from a century back of who you might have been, or were you suddenly absorbed into a fairy tale...Make a wish and spy, with your dreamy eye what you want to be, anywhere you wish to be, probably you'll travel as far as your imagination and slowly drift beyond...A vision that I bottled from my dreams.
By: Annie Napolean,
on 10/2/2011
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Wisps of winter in the air,
An ever so slight fog hangs here and there.
Orbs of yellow streetlights look so much warmer,
The smell of a burnt off cracker around the corner.
There's the sweet whiff of the Gulachin flowers.
Memories of gift boxes arriving home, shining like stars.
Of holidays when children played around without a care.
Of love that hung gingerly in the seasonal air.
And so like an alluring perfume you could never perfectly define,
Are sweet October memories of mine.
-Dandelion Head
By: Annie Napolean,
on 1/25/2011
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By: Annie Napolean,
on 7/6/2010
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Interesting... jealousy is so predominant in myths!