Jennifer Vega

Hello, traveler. I see that you have made your way here to glean my secrets. I am more formally known as Ravinscribe and I freely invite you into my world... my mind. I am a solitary scribe and express these thoughts through my writings and also through my artwork. The driver of these images and words has always been sound and psyche, or music and dreams. The mind is a primitive creature that still has primal thoughts, feelings and emotions etched within them. Things that come way before time began amd when the world was one. Yet, over time, it has been tampered...trained in a way to be come something that is so very unique. To me...music sets it free. Gives it the will to break from restraint and explore what normal ones tend to avoid. Emotions such as pain, lose, love, and darkness. this is the way that I may shed tears... Hey, I am a true goth at heart! My goal within my current walk of life is to finish college with a masters in Visual Arts (Animation) and spread my thoughts to the world. Anyone looking to hire this little mystic? I promise not to bite...well...not to hard anyway...
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Gypsy Chronicles 2 (Proem & Chapter 1)

A new life has begun for the Gypsy Clan; the Empress is dead and the Enforcers now have control of Crystal Garden. Some thought things couldn't get worse but they have, much worse, and some thing has come to Crystal Garden. Something ancient... something mysterious... but it's intents are still unknown...

Night

This is a poem concerning someone I know that has tried to be there and to protect me since I was a little girl. I do not think he has ever had a name, well not a human one at least, until I called him Night, because to me that is what he is. In this poem I try to explain what it is between Night and me. Sometimes, I can't even begin to define it... or him, for that matter...

Meaningless Life

A time when my path of life was strun to and fro with the stones of deep dispair. This is a short poem that basically summons up my views from the time. I think the title pretty much emplains the poem, don't you?

Losing You

A short poem that helped me express and sort out my mixed emotions after a close friend simply walked out of my life without a good-bye or even a look back...

The Gypsy Chronicles: Proem & 1/2 Part 1

I kind of jumped ahead of myself and put the beginnings of Volume 2 up before anyone has ever read Volume 1. It kind of explains everything so I thought it would just be helpful. In this entrance a strange being watches as all of Earth must find a way to survive with the conclusion that life is not eternal. Humanity must be saved by a handful of bickering bueracrats and the one in charge of all is just a bit more than insane...

Silent

This is another poem. Has there simply been a time when you looked at the world and wished that everything would just stop and stand still and become silent. This poem is exactly about that very thought...

The Storm of War

Hello reader and yes this is another one of my poems. Kind of short and sweet... well, not exactly sweet but then it depends on your point of view. This poem is... you got it... war. But just ask yourself this, has there ever been a storm that simply felt like there was more to it then rain and clouds and roaring winds, something mighter, something that decides the fates of lives...?

Night's Judgment

This poem should really be read after my other poem Night. Night is sort of my Guardian, if you don't already know. In this poem I defend what he is... I defend him from being wrongly judged for what he is... even though, sometimes, I'm not even sure what he is...