Hope and Sorrow
You can either reminisce or drown with those stories of your past. having love where it never belongs is in the moment i lay on. restrictions based off of morals and common sense creates a pressure from what peers might judge upon.
On the Road
On the road to lose our lakes of zeal where our pacts are sure in this deep quietness my own numbing heart, searching for a cure drowned in wordlessness every other mind in this unfair world cannot see our shared undesired pain but we
Ballad of the Otter War
A **fail** ure **note** d **by** the **first** to **pen** the **rite** of **pass** age **known** to **us** as **war** the **best** of **batt** les **make** no **boys** to **men** a **card** we **play** to **face** a **way** from **shore** and **drown
Entry 7
I would never have known he was there if he hadn't bused up laughing at me when i came out of the creek looking like a drown rat.
the question. poem
Maybe a great tide will come and drown me. or snuffed out by an animal. maybe i will take my own life. i wonder when and how. on this great ocean of life. that was the answer. that there was never any thing to fear. but to take on.
Where I'll Be Waiting: The Cabin
**me:** drowned in snow and coldest it could be, the storm continued, samuel having to push on as hard as possible, grunting and shuttering with each miserable step, he continued to cry out his missing brothers name, "rudy!!
Thing Born of Blood
My emotions mirrored in its large eyes that tell me of instincts i have long ago drowned in human blood, in the blood of my ancestors before me who have lost the love of nature.
Sorrowed Past- [Prologue] (Scrapped)
A blurry image slowly fading as the voices seem to drown out, vision seeming to be filled with darkness as everything goes quiet. (a few days later) \*moan\* what happened, where is?.. "he's gone, he left to fight him, and...
Poem: Sorrow
They drag me on and on and on but i only slow them down be free of me, forevermore just leave me here to drown happiness eluded me, in order for it to come i escaped to virtual worlds and times too hard to overcome yet all throughout, i managed to
I lie here in the Darkness
Only one who truly understands i lie here in the darkness staring up at a black hole i know to be a dead light bulb i can hear the girl in the next room scratching at the walls but i can also hear the moth outside tapping against my window drowning
Looking Up
Though the ebb and flow of time tears and throws, drowns in a bitter cup, there is hope, help, indeed a mise en abyme, but only if we start looking up.
Paper, Plastic, or Tire Iron. (Otherwise Untitled)
His mind dredged to try and call forth the memories of if the owl had arrived alone, while memories of the smouldering vestiges of his parent's world started to drown any semblance of reason.