Gotta Keep to the Beat (Poem)
Now pull out your paper, pencil and pen. i'm something that's never been seen. moves so sharp, so clean. i gotta keep to the beat i dance the good and the bad. it's the best you ever had i move like the nice and naughty.
Poem #56: Inspiration
Chest quivering at the top it's going to burst and the mess it makes will enlighten humanity my hand trembles with ink against the page slashes and curves and dots mark my legacy my eyes see the void my fingers pluck matter from it my pen
Eucharist
Taking frames by faded pen, named for care, in ken of distant fen, deemed too rare. light has taken up flame, guided by glass, to settle on papered blame, shadows forced past.
What We've Written
If you, like me, have had your fervor stirred, pick up your pen and know in times of blight. there is a power in the written word. so many wounds and scars that art has cured, but still mankind seeks out another fight.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 35)
"very well," the horse clicks his pen, causing poppy to jolt up instinctually. "if you don't mind, let's begin." _i'm going to die. _ "now, ms. poppy, let me introduce myself. my name is dr.
Prudentia Elaine: Roots [Ch. One]
Slowly, i rose from my chair and went over to the desk, reaching around her and opened up the top left drawer, which contained pens and other writing equipment.
A Servant's Heart, Chapter 3
She poured the mead as james' eyes wandered over the pens and the animals contained within. "looks like that hog there's getting to be about ripe for some meat." meriah nodded and surveyed the large pig happily wallowing in her pen.
A Girl, a Carpet, and a Genie - Commission for Tazzmo70
The moment the pen lifted the paper snapped into a roll and disappeared with the quill pen. "and that's all i needed!" fiy said proudly. she snapped her fingers again and the trio reappeared back in the abandoned house.
Beasts of Barlow Road 2 (Rough Draft)
He asked as he reached in and pulled out a notepad and pen from his pocket clicking it and pressing the tip onto the paper. "i don't recognize the wolf. it was fairly large...larger than an average adult.
And We Shall Tell the World
It was like the joints in his fingers had twisted, swollen and no longer wished to carry a pen. with a great sigh he gave up trying to chase the fire from his fingers and forced himself to pick up the pen again.
Poem #17: Light and Dark
Pitch black no white not a crack absent light hide the truth forsaken youth death escape obscure shape what is hidden sight is blind where is truth of any kind darkness presses in sounds shall cringe muffled light penned
Imagination, The Thing That Mends Us To Part.
To where off he could have wondered, he demanded a pen, a paper, and a plot. he promised himself he will write something that shall never be forgot. he knew of no reason to care for the season, snow or rain, sun or plane.