Poems from MARs

We're all worms, but I do believe that I'm a glowworm.
  There is ink on my thumb, or in it, I should say.For it seeps into my blood veins,and drives my fears away. 
if someone tells you that you are not beautiful, you need not believe it, for the mirror  has not cracked, my dear, and that's the way  I...
I've noticed that people, who are rather  like trees, can change as quickly as the  color of leaves.            
Putting on Infinity's airs, I dance the waltz with Eternity. Saying I have time to spare, I embrace this opportunity. we spin and twirl,...