My Tragedy
Lyrics verse i the universe is spinning free i am lost the stars are trapping me these shackles are not the type that you can see and i am drifting now left waiting for a common ground that'll never be reality chorus my mouth's been sewn
Crusader Part 1
But i do hope you guys enjoy the series as it goes on. :) magna-verse folder: https://www.sofurry.com/browse/folder/art?by=686910&folder=84328 magnum's folder: https://www.sofurry.com/browse/folder/art?
Unimportant Verse 2
#2 of unimportant verse about important people resuscitating ancient coins in class, we learned, takes a toothbrush and olive oil. slow, steady strokes across, around... soft bristles dislodging soil one speck at a time.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 1
Besegrare, well-versed in the royal customs, raised his sword in salute and bowed to his opponent. but molokhn, expecting this, broke tradition to gain the upper hand in battle.
Sammy Plays.
He couldn't keep the silly little smile off his muzzle from the giddy feeling inside as he brought out the next verse of innuendos, bringing things back again to the chorus.
Unimportant Verse 3
#3 of unimportant verse about important people when you arrive, the whole world gets slow. sluggish, amber-colored air mellows lively conversations.
The Highborn
The Highborn The truth of all is small to some Head a 'tilted, shoulders a 'splay. The hardship of most is lost on this host Soft hands, Cold laughter Resound and reflect forever, Hereafter. Why should we wait, to accept our fate? Hands from...
Hawt Proxy Part 3
After i finished up, kurt hammered the beat on his drums while jay sang the final verse, and then the instruments stopped. jay once again shouted out, "for those about to rock!", then yelled "fire!"
THE BODY AS ITS OWN HOSTAGE
#2 of poetry some biographical free verse my nerves the orchestra none hear. freeways of fire make me try to gnaw hands to paste. the kitchen burn that melts and cooks my skin till juice beads along my arm is nothing.
Sons of winter chapter 7: WhiteSpine Ravine
Aleks recited the first verse of a poem every icehowler cub learned over and over again, yet it did little to help him cope with the despair blossoming within. a few hundred feet back, the snow had barely crossed his knees.
Yearning
Yearning The word...very interesting, isn't it? Everyone yearns for something. Love, acceptance, Family, etc...Some people seem to have it all, whereas some of us...some of use yearn only for some normalcy in our lives. Let's talk of my examples,...
Innocence
I continue into the second verse, gently plucking the same pattern as the first verse with a coo on my muzzle.