A lady shall not cry, Sansa believe,
For tears are badges of the weak.
A lady shall tell tales about her joyful place.
A lady shall sing songs about gallant knights who saved the land.
A lady shall let her betrothed kiss her, touch her when he likes to.
A lady shall not curse,
A lady shall not,
A lady shall.
A lady shall throw Sansa into the dark, eerie dungeon, I'm afraid.
Fall down, Your Grace, into the remains of your daydreams.
The world is not an excerpt from your songs and stories;
It can't always give you new flowers when the old ones go dying.
People **** people. Who are we to rule and tell them not to?
You think your House's honor will save you, but it won't.
See, where did Father's honor take him?
To the grave, to the grave, I sing.

I can't be a lady forever.
I can't always smile and tell the world everything's fine.
I can be a knight, I can be a king, I can be a child,
I can be all of them at once.
I can and will say no when I want to,
I am uncontrollable,
I am wild,
I am brilliant,
and I am not
and will not be
anything everyone commands me to be.

I want to fight till the end
Till I'm destroyed
My hopes would die
When the words and poetry wither
away from my books
Like the tree loses it's leaves ....

Today, poetry is in my bones--
words reverberating against flesh,
holding up my body
through ribcage and skull.
I am a skeleton of sonnets.
If you were to cut me open,
verse would flow out:
I stain pages with ink-splot blood.

I believe
sometimes...
when the sun rises
it carries along with it
the darkness
from the night
it once was
and swallows
the bright horizon whole
with it's looming
black clouds
equal of mystery
and of torment
and I believe
that a gray moon
in the morning sky
turns the tides
chaos
disarray
silent slumbers
suddenly unfold
into nightmares
that don't end
when awoken
and I believe
day
will never be
the same for me again
the rising sun
used to be
Hope
for new life
until
every morning
began to carry with it
the hollowness
of a lonely
night sky