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#1 of poems a poet i will never be tiz poor and lifeless devoid of perfection pages blank pages upon scribbled i have the pen bleeds my heart but lies pages so many pages blank and arid dry and torn the emptiness it scorns
OJB: This Bar
With ten pence i can die, then again in pens, stealing my eye; fine merchandise; anything - for a price. this bar, makes me masochistic; serpent's injection - sweet selection, never inspired such an erection; nor ever conspired deception.
A Chance Glance
Hands him the pen and a napkin before ringing her meal up as well. he quickly writes down something quickly before handing both back to the waitress along with with the money for the meal and a rather large tip.
3 - Mutt's release
Mutt picked up the pen and marked the line. the rabbit took the page, signed her own name, pulled a copy from the back and gave it to mutt. "thank you. this copy is yours. the exit is that way. have a nice day."
Visit With The Felines
The next day came, i was out of the pen before anyone saw me. i waved a goodbye to the felines, but i first needed to know something. "what are you twos names?" i asked. "tigleeni," said the tigress, named tigleeni.
Mythical Beastmen Ch. 3
Picking up his own pen he started carefully drawing a circle around the pin, starting and ending at michiru's hometown. "if we assume these cities were distribution centers rather than final destinations.
Algerian Speed (part 2)
"that is the core reason for it," the dhole said and then offered him a pen. "i'm honored to be driving for scuderia..." joseph said as he accepted the pen and then signed his name on the bottom of the contract.
Can't stay strong
I've drained the ink from every single pen desperate to find some relief, some inner zen. convinced that it's all just in my head i'll shove it deep down and hide by going to bed. is there no end anywhere in sight?
i dreamed
I dreamed i read an endless story of magic and joy and places of glory and by clive's hand a world unbound in brent's dark realm, another found i dreamed and dreamed and dreamed again and words flowed to and from the pen scales and claws and
"Submit" (a poem)
I've penned the dialogue. i've written it. "submit" i've reread everything. i've edited the word choices. i've rewritten paragraphs. i've revised it. "submit" i've made the thumbnail. i've shrunk it down. i've tweaked the colors.
Compendium: Prelude
If you wish to support the effort with your own, do contact me or the silver pen initiative. without further ado, welcome to the compendium.
Chasing the light
Every adorning i partake in, pen my haze. to realize the truth, our calling. to surmise this ruse, our dulling. respite, the goal before us, our limbs, trudging ever onward, our eyes, gazing ever forward.