What Love Is
Love burning in peoples' hearts, buried beneath the garbage of worldly troubles, always shines through in the end.
Lonely Dinner (Otherwise Untitled)
At a tempo he'd never prepared for he managed to bury a father and mourn over his mother's ashes. the weight and absences of it all were creeping into his realization, standing in a kitchen as alone as he felt.
Meat
A handsome face buried in neglect. "i want to be a girl." "no, i want to be a fox." bottom rung. losing matches--confronted and dismissed, a loser. what rage! pointless, tedious tasks that only infer to the monotony of the time at hand.
Sieg and Marien - A Basitin Love Story - Part 27 - Jabarian
Suddenly there was a flash of silver to alwyn's right and a long thin blade buried itself in her shoulder. hissing in agony, alwyn spun round, just in time for another blade to bury itself in her left shoulder.
Heeding the Call (A1, B11, C2)
Had more sand fallen and buried him? he couldn't be sure of anything, nor could he feel the wetness and the pressure against his body anymore. pain and displeasure rushed back into conner's body.
Season of the Pumpkin: A Drabble of Terror
The unlucky plump squirrel buried up to his head in the soil and gagged with cloth stared back at the farmer with pleading eyes as tears streaked down his face.
poem hate
I laugh at that sorrow you buried in your mind. i laugh at that hatred you kept inside. for you never saw my mind crumble. for you never saw my sole decline into the maddnes of hell. for i truly hate every thing about me.
Regret
buried deep in the drawers of their minds. the things i have done lie fresh in their minds, but the wrongs they've done me, erased from their minds each day it was dealt. there's too much conflict, not enough regret, the past can't be changed.
Rebirth from hell
I had i put it in a grave she was the one who gave me a warm place the stinging stopped when her paw felt my face the love she is giving will never fade she is helping me sew the tear you made her gentle touch and warm caress with her i finally buried
The final stop is here
The final stop is here bury yourself a ditch, and have yourself a seat. your grave awaits your rotting soul. your death day comes near, the skies turn red, your sun turns blue. here your ancestors will wait for you.
you cant straighten what you cant unbend (poem)
Feelings for you are anew whenever i am feeling sad you make me feel iron clad when i am full of glee i am happy i gave you the key to the muscle in my chest cause i know you are the best i wish we could get married but sadly the state wants us buried
Justin's Liberation: Part 1
The pot was about to boil over where the lit couldn't suppress the buried feelings anymore. i heard laughter and i had a burning wish to tell him what i felt for him.