Within This House
be true it's here upon sweet gaia i'd love to share it all with you
The Gray Ranger: Unforgiven, Chapter Thirty Nine
"hurry, she can't be far!" kulgan grabbed him by his shoulders, holding him in one place. "what's going on?" he demanded. "who can't be far? where's adlis?" za turned his big, sightless eyes on the ranger, and then broke down crying.
Virus
be caught a lesson taught identification efforts all for naught frantically is a scapegoat sought ivory tower corporate power all eyes to it glowers birthing in suspicion's mushroom flower reputations ruined family ties pruned all
Patched up hearts.
#12 of love love it says so much for a word so short can't be sold, loaned or bought but here i am, this lovestruck fool waiting for his girl and trying to look cool we met long ago in a place where we learned and with a look of
Scars of A Slaved Idler
Suffers which can't be recuperated perennial and undying pain sorrow, relentless, yet frightening suffocate anything in its way dead and daft foul also poisoning demanding vehemence of hatred and regret intend to victimize souls curse
Damp Face
I wrote this inspired by irreconcilable situations that can't be changed, they only hurt. i hope it captures some of that.
A Child Among Men
A factor of intimidation weighs heavy on my shoulders, for my fantasy seems much greater than what can't be seen. in this fantasy, i see vibrant colors; nature blooming at its peak.
Prophecy
I dream each night of prophecy, of fate, or what have you; i dream each night of things that can't exist or can't be true, but every time i dream of fate and always dream of you.
Solitude
be undone once mislaid it can't rebuilt treachery, covet and abhorrence armament of the evil spirit violating this special power my ally now a foe in endless solitude disbelief to all until my demise
Perspective
Cry and whine and bitch, but you know i can't be beat. who do you think you are, you pathetic little worm? though you have me caged, you're the one to squirm. so bow to me, your master. look me in the eye.
well whatever the case is i have the case of the blues
Never have i felt so lonly so not like myself cause,i can't be myself because of my species no one can feel the pain i have.no one can feel as so bitter and cold as a winter.
DnD Story
\*succeds all but one check\* dm: so these two sentiant mushrooms just dealt 33 psychic damage and 13 necrotic damage killing you instantly and you can't be revived me: so i essentially got high and then vaporized? dm: yeah. end of story