Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident, and riches take the wing. Only one thing endures and that is character.

To gain something you must give in return; sadly that was my grand mistake. I gave my youth to be famous; what a regret I’ve acquired from doing so. I cannot go to school without someone chasing me and announcing their love for me or ( Read more... )

One day there was a boy

He was young and very coy

He loved to sing

One day an accident happened and he sprouted wings

Mammoth, obsidian black wings

He used them to fly so high to escape and escaped he did

Though they were beautiful his wings made people avid

The wings were of a crow and he was labeled as a messenger of death

Doing what he could he managed ( Read more... )