Can't Hold Us
Causing his inner structure to bend against the dragon's forces as if the counterweight was filled of air or hollow inside.
Migratory Birds- Chapter 4- Flight (Part2)
As stealthily as they were able to they went on, descending into the small hollow which was just limited by a rather low but steep rock face.
A (Modified)Love Poem
I burn for hollow stumps filled with last season's leaves, i ache for handfuls of seeds released to the wind. there is an emptiness inside me that can only be filled with mud, the kind that squishes around your toes.
The Beast Within
The beast within the beast hunts those whom he may devour, but he does not feast upon the flesh, he finds you when you least expect it, ripping your spirit from your chest, your shell crumbles over the hollow core, the void within swallowing
A Day in the Life of a Vulpix (part 2. VORE STORY!)
He looked out of the hollow to see a scyther. "sorry i'm late...hard to track this thing...but..." the scyther spoke, looking around. "quick! vulpix! my sweetheart!" rattata spoke, tugging the dead snake's body.
Ander - Chapter 2, Subchapter 33
_ forsaking the pain, sarah bent down as much as she could and squeezed into the hollow. the top of her head scraped against the earthen roof, pulling her hood down and causing a small cascade of sand and dust.
One action, thousand words
They begin to make call giving advice, no action it turns me into fraction only my shadow feel that i begin to keel somehow "i'm dead" fuzzy it shows in my head words are being spoke as i fail to see my token their saying is becoming hollowed
The value of silence.doc
This is the lesson to remain still while words float in the hollows of your marrow that you are here and there is peace with simply being in letting the heart speak without noise in hearing and listening which truly cannot be done without a
On the Steps
(c)~nivulus 2021 he sits on the step, staring at nothing his gaze is low and unfocused, head slightly tilted numb from stillness, his body is gone winds of thought whisper through him they steal away, and leave him hollow in the absence make themselves
Needles
The lies the outward cries screams unheard a flightless bird caged enraged without escape fearing sneering jeering running hiding to no avail left right in the dead of night it follows through the hollows
Vessel,
Empty inside, black and hollow struggling to find what happened to my soul. i try to hide, but i get lost inside myself! its roots so deep, i can't cry for help....help me i'm dead. not just now it seems forever (can you help me?)
Poem #45: Imagination
Cells rages on sustenance of life when present bleeding of life when gone staining death upon the world ink the picture of mind images of idea written in presentation of the thoughts without thought life cannot be created and hollow