Poem
i came from deep within the flames
i am old, no longer fresh with the searing burn of fire's youth
i am light
carried tenderly upon the restless breeze
away, away
from my once home
all i knew
i'll settle atop the frigid beauty of the grounded
Emotion, First Person, Poem, Sad
August 18,1973 42 years ago a large great dane tarrized a group of 5 youths he is gone but, his legacy lives on... 4 decades later... i was on my way to fortworth to vist some kin folk down south, i make an unexpected turn here's my story.
Leather face, Revamped, Texas Chainsaw massacre
My sadness drowns my heart
my grief fills my eyes with tears
my sorrow hits me as cold dart
my mourn sprouts my inner fears
my light has changed to darkness
my warm has decreased to cold
my strength has diminished to weakness
my youth has aged into
Depressing, Depression, Poem, Poetry, sadness
A youth around the same age as ray stepped through the curtain that blocked anyone from viewing those past its silken threads. as ray looked upon the youth he saw a bit of himself in the way the teen held his posture.
Action, Adventure, Anthro, Avian, Character Development, Drama, Epic, Fantasy, Feathers, Fighting, Friendship, Humor, Interspecies, Lycanthrope, Magic, Mammal, Mongoose, Muscles, Mythological Creature, Plot Development, Robots, Sci-Fi, Shapeshifting, Steam Punk, Story Series, Supernatural, Teenagers, Various Species, Violence, Werewolf
From two separate packs
we begin to make our own
slowly for now
as we set our own territory
our own life together
we work together
i watch our home
and soon our pups
while you protect us
and bring sustenance
we shall enjoy our youth while
Poem, Wolf
Dawn the tanks for ever ride brave youth, off to fight the mighty grizzly at you side.
time and time.
this goes to the victims to the the 3 subway bombs that went off in moscow
38 killed 68 injured.
Drama, Terrorist, current
It was very clear then,
but must seem silly now;
our home was the fen -
our youth ask not how.
it is these dark places,
where our hands reach for stars;
we put them on our faces,
in defiance of mars.
Clopper Lake, Poetry, literature
To our final mass,
watching your hands age day by day,
as cracks appear in our mortal clay,
each step you take forwards your falling back two,
taking your place in the reapers queue,
each blink of the eye makes the light grow dimmer,
youth
Death, Oldies, Poem, Sad
Usually now, my normal is fatigued, feeling truly tired
it's been a long while since i've felt wired
awake enough to go out & do so much like youth would allow
my physical reflection doesn't match my mind now
every breath is still amazing to enjoy
i just
Poem, Poetry, Short Story, slice of life