Michelle P Syrrus

Shakespeare and Poe are old heros of mine...

With dreams that fly byond the stars, my flesh holds strong against dirt and weeds alike, never able to move.
I wish to write as beautifuly as winter's first snow flake, or a feather falling to the ground. I have never recieved even the lightest critiqe of my poems or stories, yet I still write like a 2 year old draws.