I’m my world

The people

Have skin

Made of 

Mushrooms

& Moss

Hair of Vines

& Ivy

Eyes of

Crystal

Nails

Of Stone

They can See

Breathe

Smell

Taste

Touch

Taste

Move

Talk

But they are

Not alive

In my world

Water glows

With the light

Of the moon

Fireflies are 

Stars that you

Can hold in 

Your palm

The Sun

Is made of

Amber & Rubies

It burns 

Just as hot

But you can 

Touch it

For it will

Burn miserably

I’m my world

Mirrors show us

What we want 

To see

Crazy is 

The norm

Dreams can

Come true

With the bat

Of an eyelash

You may seem

Beautiful in

Your perspective

But everyone

Hates you

Just the same 

In my world

Our beloved novels

Will bloom their

Words onto

Our skin with

Their ink

Our thoughts

Become reality

Nothing is

Quite impossible

This can 

All truly happen

But it is

Not real

Why is

My world

Full of so many

Paradoxes