The Fall of Umbria
The whispering wood, nothing is ever as it should, the mountains cease their beautiful song, the fall of umbria cannot be undone, the king stands upon his shattered throne, helplessly watching his kingdom fall before him, heart broken his soul torn
My identity as portuguese
A forest torn down in brazil, heads cut in timor, slave ships in the atlantic. is this my legacy, oh empire where the sun never sets? no. i love my tongue but not my hands.
Should I?
It's been so long i can't wait anymore it's taking me apart my soul is wretched my heart is healthy yet pumping worryness, sorrow and anger i don't know what to do i feel so torn should i tell her? or does she know?
Heligoland
Burning up, drowning, torn by wind, and all i can manage is to tell you southwest gale 8 to storm 10. i can point at the moon, exhausted, bored, decaying, and hope you don't stare blankly at my finger.
Garden Potential (Otherwise Untitled)
Mightily, a hole torn into the soil, and stacks of sundries laid out nearby. ~ huffing softly with the moment, he could see dirt and bricks and bags of planting soil. nothing yet growing or grown.
Love
It's a never ending tale of your own existence it may never have a happy ending all that's left is marks of teeth and claws left from battles bruised muzzles and torn ears broken bones and tails stunned to remain still just for the sake of love
Poem- Love
It's a never ending tale of your own existence it may never have a happy ending all that's left is marks of teeth and claws left from battles bruised muzzles and torn ears broken bones and tails stunned to remain still just for the sake of love
Poem: The Wolves Cry When I Cry
A wretched soul, torn asunder, a looking eye, gazing with wonder. or is it the fang, silver in the midnight sun? piercing the flesh, two hearts as one.
Cotton Remnants
His eyes still closed, glass makes some noises and finds himself able to talk again, although he wiggles off a bit of torn cotton; the fabric was undoubtedly ripped up some.
Tomb of the Jungle Queen
Sure enough, the skin around his waist was torn away as well, and another wave of unbearable pain caused him to scream out again. as the skin was torn away from his backside, a long thin spotted tail was released from underneath it, waving in the air.
Nebulae
Consist of countless wonders, supermassive black holes neutron stars and red giants, all out of control and never torn asunder.
395 The Epitaph Of The Dragon
The anchors are torn away, and something dark reveals its wings.