Poems for Joseph Jackal
It fills us with dread, and we look up to see if something's upon us, you pup to avoid anything falling on us no tanks can stop your mighty fuss when you're angry.
Star Fox: Ascension #11 ASCENSION
What she did get from him were thoughts of his aches and pains, and an empty feeling of dread. the others were more animated in their thoughts.
Short_005
Or at least before that dreadful day. all i want is for my family to be happy, and yet what i did was the opposite. i never should've pushed my ideals to him. i never wanted any of this. the damage has already been done.
Ruegers Flight Dedication
Clouds silently lay beneath your touch while open sky is spread overhead. wings carry you higher towards the stars. you reach space and drop back to the clouds. your weightless feeling turns to dread as you fall. nothing is catching you
Shattered: Prologue
The loud wails from the male was all that could be heard on that dreadful night. the light smell of cherry blossom's brushed against the fallen male's nose. he sniffled whipping his flowing tears away.
The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 3, Part 3
A sudden feeling of dread kept him from saying anything else. plato smiled. "i know what you're thinking. i might catch some heat from courtland's friends on the football team. that is, if he had any friends." "he doesn't have any?"
The Helping Hand
The dreaded flow of the universe, that everyone fears the most. and i hope for the best, for my chance to rise. the shuttered glow of my soul, that everyone will see its brilliance.
The Curse of the Sacchariferous Queen: A Tale of Bubblegum and Greed
She called the young one forward in a sweet, cloying voice, her breath like a dread confectionery. "come before me, little one. yes, like that. you... want your candy?"
To Laugh Once More
Tis time to be asleep, to escape these dreaded lands. it's nigh beginning of a workday, alas i have none. but it's slumber that is my drug, my savior. the one thing that provides me with escape, from this land of scars.
Crow Hunter, The Lich King
It is if reality itself is being ripped apart, it seems to increase in cacophonous noise, that dreadful crunch and crack of rock being pulverized.
F E E L
To all this negativity and ire inside me to look out and just find someone who wants to love me for me so i can quit feeling like i'm a waste of space in this place wasting away like a book on a shelf that'll never be read constantly filled with this dread
Scarred Love (Page Eight)
I just sighed and closed the door, leaning back on it i slid down it and landed with a thud, dreading having to do anything or go anywhere, i was worn, tired of life itself, my thoughts taking a interesting turn.