Mother-mercy• Show poetry

                     "Her hair was an burnt red, and her eyes the color of moonlite crystals. She was not very beautiful, but she had an alluring sence about her. A man could not help but stare. She was not very slender, for her curves did taunt the eye, but she knew nothing of the thing that she was. That made her all the more enticing. She was too young to have known a mans touch, yet she had been a woman now for many years. The men in my village did speak of her so, and I wondered if I should get close. No, I suppose I shall stay hidden in the shadows with the rest. Watching her every movement. My behavior may seem strange to the normal eye, but no normal eye has ever laid sight to this young woman, and not been swayed. She has cast her spell, and I am locked forever."    -unknown.

 Quotes for the more easily amused:

"I'm a mawg: half man, half dog. I'm my own best friend!"

                                                            -Barf, Spaceballs

"Wings? I don't have wings!"
"Of course not. You're a boy"          -Jen and Kira, The Dark Crystal

"A faerie's heart beats fierce and free"                 -Oogna, Legend

"[singing] Green finch and linnet bird, mightingale, blackbird, how is it you sing? how can you jubilate, sitting in cages, never taking wing? Outside the sky waits, beckoning, beckoning, just beyond the bars. How can you remain, staring at the rain, maddened by the stars?"                  -Johanna, Sweeney Todd

My name is Mercy, otherwise known as Brandy. My age is of no consqeunce, as it is only a number. I am a wife, and soon to be a mother. I have been writing since I was a small child and only now have enough courage I suppose to put my work out into the public masses and see what comes of it. I hope you like them, and feel free to leave remarks on how I could improve. Constructive critisism is always welcome.