on my head. It’s a turtle, 

So pretty and so fair. 

In it I put flowers like daisies 

and sometimes myrtle. I like to put it 

in braids, once it was blue! I wanted to grow it 

out once, but I was too lazy. My hair is a turtle, 

It looks nice but it’s too shy so it covers itself. 

Maybe sometime soon, i’ll 

have my blue braids again, that would be cool. 

Or maybe I'll get bangs. I’ve always wanted to 

try that too! My hair is a turtle, but I think instead of green, 

I’ll have it blue. 

Final Version - 

Ode to donuts. To your sticky sweet icing, 
And your dough, made of clouds. To your sprinkles
made of sugar cane. From the day I took my first
Bite. That bite is when I vowed, that the reign of the Donut Queen, 
was a reign that would last. And last it did and still it does. 
Ode to donuts, To your sticky sweet icing. For you I like to bake and share 
Oh my subjects you are quite fair. Your glaze is so glossy, but alas, have not tried you with coffee. 

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Edited version:
Art cures you're boredom, art can capture time if you do a portrait from real life. Art can capture how your art skills was a couple years or so ago. Art is amazing.

sun rise, and the night fall. The stars 

were too tired to shine that day. 

Remember when you traveled to the milky way. 

Saw the whole world, in just one day. Remember

that time, when you saved the world with that 

one tube of ink, after you had created the problem

on purpose. Remember when you had forgotten 

to remember, and then forgot all of that. Remember 

when you forgot that perfect line. Well I remember, 

even though I forget things all the time. Remember 

that sometimes, it’s okay to forget. 

 

Water from the sea is its only defeat. 

It sparkles like gold, but you can’t keep it. 

Ruby of nature, it has its secrets. 

It’s flame burns bright. 

Fire Flight Rubies (Version 2) 

Fire like gold, it’s flame like a ruby.

It brings heat

From water it will meet it’s only 

Defeat. 

A secret of nature, a secret of the 

Sea

Bright it burns and light it churns 

Something you can’t keep. 

Mind over Matter, stay don’t 

Flee. 

An intense spark, a secret of the sea. 

Ash will take flight, when Fire brings it’s 

Light. 

 

Water from the sea is its only defeat. 

It sparkles like gold, but you can’t keep it. 

Ruby of nature, it has its secrets. 

It’s flame burns bright. 

All through the night. 

It goes higher and higher. 

Fire, fire. Always burns brighter and brighter.

 Oh fire, fire. Divine Danger, 

but still daring and dauntless.

 It sparkles like gold, but you can’t keep it.

 Ruby of nature, it has its secrets. 

Wild and Free, water is its only defeat.

 It melts the Ice, it burns the trees. 

For this time it stays wild and free. 

For fire turns the air so hot, 

And for it can not be caught. 

These rubies of the known

Their light can’t be outshone. 

Air and ground it takes it flight, 

It spreads out far, it shares its light. 

Ruby of Nature has its secrets. 

But life isn’t fair, who knows how i’ll fare. 

I like to bake dessert, and I absolutely hate 

the desert. 

I like to make Tea and I don’t 

usually wear tees because I never know 

where they are. 

I think life is like a rose, it rouse

From the ground, it’s beautiful, 

But it still has it’s thorns. It planted a seed, but like that flower I will not cede.

“What flavor?” Akawaii asked suspiciously 

“Orange! Duh!” 

“Of course I want ice cream! Orange is the best flavor.” 

“No thanks, Ice cream has too much milk.” Sophie grimaced, “Plus, i’m the leader of the Anti-Ice Cream Club. What leader would I be if I ate it?” 

Akawaii and Raina stared open mouths at her

“Sophie? Are you feeling okay? We can get some water for you before we leave for the portal room.” Raina asked sweetly “In fact, why don’t we go get some right now.” 

Sophie rolled her eyes “I just don’t like ice cream.” 

“BAN ICE CREAM, BAN ICE CREAM!” 

bringing them back to the bleak world. 
It crashes down, and ripples, seeming to never end,
in an endless motion, caused by something as trifle as can be. 

It brews in the distance

Calm, 

Yet deadly. 

On an island, lies secrets,

Forgotten, But known. 

Ancient lies, and hidden truths. 

A storm

It brews in the distance

Silently waiting

For it to be 

harnessed.  

Light 

becomes darkness

and darkness 

becomes life. 

A story, a tale, 

Spun, 

with the wisps of 

a storm