sitting in the dark.
snowy wisps filling my view,
clouding what i seek.
wanting what is lost.
my heart seeks what it misses,
a faint touch from his.
the cold void growing,
consuming what is now left.
broken is my soul.
Clean, Depression, Poetry
in the breeze without a single care
and it seems life truly isn't fair
does it really seem like anyone cares
Poem
As i sit in the light,
recording what i hear,
what i see, everything into my tablet.
tears run down my cheeks, i look at my hands,
sometimes i see so much blood,
i can smell the metallic taint.
Poem
I wrote this poem while i was sitting in a really boring senior day event in high school. it was published by poetic power, a contest for students k-12, in 2015. this is poem 2 out of 3 published by them.
written by me, fane star.
2015, Dinosaur, Dinosaurs, Paleontologist, Paleontology, Poem, Poetry, SFW, natural history, prehistory
I wish i could just go out,
to sit in the warming sun,
basking in it's radiance and warmth.
i feel like crying, because finally, finally i understand.
Poem
This is for the one i love ^\_^ love you mionii:
the sun goes red with a high red breeze blowing through the sunset and i sat alone on the beach watching furry couples go by holding hands while im sitting in the sand with my tail in the sand and
Love, Mionii
in this truck with a couple of other guy's lookin out the back i saw the road and another truck we all got off at this base called fort riley i said to myself a hero of war yeah that's what i'll be and when i come back they'll treat me like one
nonfiction fiction
Three years sitting in the same cell and being thrown the small hunks of moldy food and sour ale. the guards in solitude never spoke to me.
Skyrim, execution
As he opened the door to his house he found shane, k.c. and carina sitting in the living room.
"what are you doing here?" brandon asked.
"k.c. got a book from his dad on werewolves," shane began.
Fantasy, Firestone, Werewolf, brandon
After sitting in my throne, as i call it, for seemingly hours, yet in reality only five or so minutes, i arise and slowly jog back inside my cookie-cutter, two story home at the end of the cul-de-sac.
Deer, Depression, Ferret, Gay, Gay Relationships, M/M, Story Progression, Story Series, cutting
Ed exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me forward to sit in the snow in front of the tree. "do i get to sit in santa's lap this year?"
"sorry," mr. wrogan shook his head, "that's only for children."
ed's face turned red. "i am a kid!"
Christmas, Elf, Fantasy, Gift, Giftwrapped gremlin, Reindeer, Santa, Transformation, Tree, Urban, Werewolf, present