I Do Me

Writing one may say; i have said, (though that's the most simplified shorthand) in actuality there's so much happening behind my scene that you'd never be able to see i do not merely write i create, through feels intense thought transcribes

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I need a Miracle

It was with this comment i first noticed how weak i felt. my muscles ached and i felt as though i had not eaten for at least a month.

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The one I love

This is for my lover ;) so i hope you all enjoy i must have you for all myself no one must have you but i. i love it when you slam you knot to me make us tied. with your dark brown eyes i melt into the gazze. it's like be in a fire when it's in a blaze.

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Memories | Chapter I

Quickly, i splashed water in my face, coating my fur in cold water that jolted me back into my senses. this was me. there was no lying about who i was. i was me. i was me. i was me.

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Am I In Love?

"god i hate when he does that." he scuffed as he walked to the bathroom to take shower.

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I Am God

i am something beyond their comprehension, something more than a hunk of meat. no, when i point a gun at them and they hear that bang, they know what i am. i am a _god_ here, and i have my people, and my world. my people. my world.

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Blood Part I

i had seen enough. with nothing except cold efficiency i began. i approached. i brought my foot down on his stomach with as much force as i could muster. it gave and i felt my foot submerge in warm bodily fluids and blood.

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What I Want

i want a love like this, that's how i'd like to go. but the future is bleak, for i have a hollow soul. born with a broken heart, alive without ever breathing. looking for someone to listen, and actually hear it beating...

I shall not bow

But yet you think i remain loyal, i pity you for my respect is slim i may be of your blood but i am no longer yours.

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A Trap I Laid

It is not i. i praise the change, and beg it hither. i've been lonely for so long-- and my mind is a fox. alone, a man... and how, alone, i wither.

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The Journal: Chapter I

i mean how would you feel if somebody read something you poured your heart into. the whole thing sounds pretty deep." "i agree completely," spoke the coyote, "that's why i think we should read it.

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