Aether Rising
I watched them from the shadows, the two saviors of our world. Spyro and Cynder, the Prophesied One and the Queen of Darkness... And, in a way, my parents. I shuddered as the memory tried to overwhelm me again, the memory of my creation. The memory of...
Poem #53: Regret
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No Regrets
Let go of your regrets. i took the man's hand as instructed. we went entered the light through the open door. as my vision cleared, i was in some sort of a meadow. it resembled earth except that it wasn't.
why?
why must we all ways hurt? why do we shove others in the dirt? why must we always run and hide? when we have rules we should abide pain is caused scars and wounds are made so tell me why is it our friendship must fade? why do we do the things we...
Regrets
She was tall Had skin like fall She knew she was smart But that wouldn't be enough She had fought for it all Every minute she spent She knew it would've meant Giving it all up for him Not knowing she was only part of his whim She...
Regretful
I can finally live without regrets.
Regret
There's too much conflict, not enough regret, the past can't be changed. the blade is sawing at marrow. my wrongs will never be made right. the only thing i do pray for is amnesia, so that all this, i'll one day forget.
Regrets
The back door to the spa banged open sharply, and the old badger looked toward both ends of the alley before running to the dumpster to check all around it. Finding nothing, he looked up to the other end of the alley, where he saw the meerkat from the...
To Be Regretful
It was becoming quite apparent to the young wolf that hanging out with his new friends was never going to be boring. He looked down at his feet, which were actually kicking behind his body at the moment. A certain leopard had been charging through the...
There's no tide on the lake (Otherwise Untitled)
~ "I don't know what I was thinking.", a strained squeak. ~ The lake was the ebb and wobble that the canoe always found it to be, the mouse laid out on her back in its length. The pale blue sky above was an endless spread of soft lack of features as...
Short_005
It has been months. My wife and I have been struggling with the guilt on a single mistake that I made. Am I not a good father? Have I not provided his needs? His wants? Hell if I know what he wanted, he never opened up to me. Or at least before that...
Poem #1: The Haunting
#1 of poetry this poem is about facing regret of a horrible decision and realizing that the mistake that hurt tons of people can't be repaired, and dealing with the consequences of one's actions. one of my more depressing poems.