One Day
And dread the day that my dreams will end. one day i'll fly away. washing that old mark away. i'll make it on my own. what can you love do for me? when will your love be through with me? so on this day i'll fly away.
A Poem- Nightmares
As i lay on my comfy bed i think of things inside my head video games and plushies i don't own prance inside my mind of which i want known though scary stuff fill me with dread i close my eyes and keep them tight hoping
Chapter 6: The Agonizing Needle
As jane carried him in he noticed the adult wolves all had colorful uniforms on instead of the sharp white uniforms that he dreaded them to have.
Chapter 6- All the Love in the World
She wasn't really dreading this anymore; she had the red panda to talk to. her tears dried up just in time for their dinner. \*\*\* leave it to europe to make acara feel better.
The dragon who freed a village from another dragon
There was a dreadful, deafening roar. one moment later, the villagers realized, horac hadn't invented anything. an enormous winged lizard emerged from the hills.
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 33
Her voice sparked the love that had been fighting against his fear this entire time, waging a silent war inside his soul, giving him just enough courage to step over that dreaded line.
A Cold Embrace
In a rusty, dusted part of my chambers window pane carved into frost by ghostly fingers lies my restless name sickened and dismayed at this ghastly sight of which speaking of the dreadful encounter, nerves began to twitch wiping clean the glistening
Its just you pt1
You ask for help when its too late you look to others when you've sealed your fate nothing is more sickening than you nothing is more dreadful than your reawakening that we all knew. stay there and you will rot with me.
To The Shrike
A little ave from out his perch is falling, and swooping down to fill all earth with dread.
Your perfect weapon
Leave but i won't leave anyone left to grieve this senseless anger it is divine only while knowing there lives are mine like conducting a symphony my blade still swings i will not stop until i can show my black wings when all are dead and nothing i dread
Forlorn
So full of pain, so full of dread. so alone. so afraid. without you, i am unmade. i grasp and cling to the shards that remain. but in the end it's all the same. broken, beaten, scarred. you never tried too hard.
Unfabricated
A simple story- i just liked the sound of the title and built a poem around it :p unfabricated he arose from his bed with a sense of dread as his desires faded his dream already dead simply fabricated she smiles at me like jack does at rose