Moonless Night.
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.
Hollow(poem)
in the breeze without a single care and it seems life truly isn't fair does it really seem like anyone cares
Poem #17
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.
Prehistoric Passion - short 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.
Poem #11
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.
ForYou
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
A hero of war
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
Knife and Sword
And now there he was, seated in a bench of the dalaran's infirmary waiting for the nurse, with an official of his guild looking at him with a face of few friends.
Hard Trainer
When he got in derek was sitting in a chair. "oh hello comet!" he looked at him. "this is an invasion of privacy!" derek chuckled.
Lonely Oak Chapter 105 - The Long And Short
The raccoon liked to see the small rainbow of heads sitting in front of her; though, it made her feel like an old grandma in a way.
The Path Less Traveled, Part 6
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.
The Life and Times of Brandon Firestone Pt3
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.