Feral
This is a poem i wrote about a year ago just because the first few lines came to me out of nowhere and i decided to write them down haha.
Dancing Away the Human - A Poem
#1 of owletrons' scrap book a short poem about not caring if you're any good at moving your feet. best consumed slowly and while listening to a good song. i don't plan on sharing many poems, but i find they can be fun to write if an idea comes to you.
The Four Horsemen (poem)
Hoofbeats knock the bloodied ground screams fill the sky, the end of days hath come 'round. Oh, the forsaken sound. First come riding a horse of white Conquer, its unholy knight, an ebony bow drawn blacken arrow sapping the spirit, humanity's...
Zen Of Net
Soon to be followed with a fuller, yet totally unrelated, poem (because that's how i roll). carousing the net; so bored my mind liquifies. let's break out the porn!
Blueberry Fox Poem
Blueberry fox poem warning: contains popping and gore i took the gum and stripped of the foil that protects it into the can it flies, off the wall reflected i brushed back my fluffy fur so clean, so crisp, so white and pushed the tiny stick
Lament for a Puppy
#2 of poems a friend of mine lost his dog a year ago now, and talking with him on skype, i spontaneously wrote a poem. i'm not sure if it helped him, but it meant something to be able to connect at least. this is for buffy, forever a puppy.
Poem #64: Ninja Night (C.W.'s Poem)
I wanted him to be happy with at least one of my poems, so i wrote this one. probably never will again. i'm going to stick to emotions and humanity. it's more my style. anyways, here's a not-so-serious poem for those who like those.
Poetry of Power
My poems of power: revenge template: revenge is sweet revenge is bitter revenge is dark but still so bleak... the sight of it- a corpse rotted away by centuries of hatred and decay.
Curse of the Crinkle Crate! | Chapter 2
He had found a box, containing a letter with a strange poem and a very specific set of instructions detailing that he had somehow been cursed, he'd been provided with a diaper in the box, and then almost immediately after he had put those two things away he
poem 1
#1 of weekly poems for you love is you and love is me love is a prison and love is free love's what's there when you're away from me. i see the world more vividly because i am harvesting the days for you.
Hyenidae
#2 of old poems it's a symbolic poem i wrote, comparing the "evolution" of my personality to the evolution of the different species of hyenas. if you want the comparison explained, just ask. i'd be happy to share.
Chapter 12 - No Secrets
"this poem doesn't strike me as something a fan would write. i see a lot of fear and confusion expressed in these words." she fixed her gaze on clarence and held the sheet of paper out where he could see it. "you wrote this poem, didn't you?"