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	Enchanter's Grimoire Blah blah blah. Who needs a description? I don't! It's a journal. Ta da.


Color Me Rainbow Color me red When a blush creeps up And tickles my face With pigmentation Color me orange When I speak in dance And stumble over my words Because you're staring Color me Yellow When I play with flames of love And insist I won't get burnt Though I do every time. Color me green When my eyes sparkle and excitement tinges my mouth When I smile Color me blue When I play in the rain And come home laughing drenched to the shivering bone Color me purple When I'm quiet and contemplative And refuse to admit my problems With a face of stone. Color me rainbow With your crayons of empathy And markers of perplexity That scrutinize my every thought. Timmeh 2006 Tim The Enchanter · Mon Nov 27, 2006 @ 08:40am · 2 Comments


We Belong My heart is your puppet, dancing on strings My laugh is your freedom - hear it ring My eyes are your beacon, guiding you home My love's with you always - you're never alone My body's your sculpture, a masterpiece to mold My soul is your partner - forever to hold My mouth is your candy, a million sweet kisses I am yours always - you'll never need miss this Your smile's my happiness, so shy yet so bold Your hands are my comfort - I long to hold Your voice is my lullaby, I adore to hear Your presence excites me - I love you near Your mind is a mirror, matching my thoughts your heart is a jewel - trying not to be caught Your love is vital, or else I may perish You are my knight - the one I cherish. © Timmeh Tim The Enchanter · Tue Oct 24, 2006 @ 06:19am · 3 Comments


Really cool Zombie RP right Here. And who happens to be the leader of the RP? Me! Heck yes! Tim The Enchanter · Sun Oct 22, 2006 @ 05:41am · 3 Comments


Yay! Free gold! ... -_-; Tim The Enchanter · Sun Oct 15, 2006 @ 10:36pm · 4 Comments

	The Change
	The Change


The Change Bathed in the light of the Hunters Moon She lifts her gaze with shimmering eyes Through the trees whispers a haunting tune As clouds hide the moon in darkened skies. Her blood rushes as her heart begins to race And all is blurred but the moon that holds its sway The woman - who once held such grace Can no longer keep the beast within at bay Her delicate hands are fashioned into paws Ebony fur now lies where there was once luscious hair All that was formerly human promptly withdraws And what is left is intelligence in a wolfen stare She bounds through the woods in the pale moonlight Leaping over fallen logs and trickling streams The rush of excitement - the love of the night The moments she holds in such high esteem. She is an wolf - free and untamed Wild like the autumn breeze She will never be broken - Never be claimed Savage as the stormy seas. © Timmeh Tim The Enchanter · Sat Oct 14, 2006 @ 05:00am · 1 Comments


So. I should be coming back soon - I switched schools and this one gives a lot less homework. So yay! Snuggles all around Who missed me? ((Though no one usually comments on here but Savvie... And Because of that Savvie seriously kicks a!)) Tim The Enchanter** · Fri Oct 13, 2006 @ 10:02am · 1 Comments


I'm going to be gone for a while. Very, VERY busy with School. Hope to see you all soon! Tim The Enchanter · Fri Sep 29, 2006 @ 11:52pm · 1 Comments


A kiss Fractured perceptions of an illusioned mind Can't see the truth and is out of time Like the white rabbit straining in hurry Cannot talk for everything's so blurry Silver vines secluding the soul A heartbeat so tender it cannot be controlled For protection it's enveloped in thorns But attraction slips through and love is still born Romantic, poetic - A single white rose Knowing the pen can conquer any foe A rythmic melody when two lips meet Is greater than any other wondrous feat. ©Tim The Enchanter Tim The Enchanter · Wed Sep 13, 2006 @ 01:25am · 1 Comments


Open Window I once heard someone comment That eyes are a window to the soul I wonder what they'd see in mine These eyes as fierce as coal They would perhaps see a wasteland Barren and void of life Where only black trees sprout And grass as sharp as knives Where not a soul lingers But a heart as moist as dirt Tattered patches hold it together All that's inside is hurt Or perhaps they'd see a maze of rooms Each one more barricaded than before Hiding all my secrets Behind those closed doors I once heard someone comment That eyes are a window to the soul I wonder what they'd see in mine These eyes as fierce as coal. © Tim The Enchanter Tim The Enchanter · Wed Sep 13, 2006 @ 01:07am · 0 Comments


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