a poem for sass
Another man but she glanced my way such a sight breath taking and indescribable he had his arm around her waist and her hand on his leg they where happy and they where in love for an instant i thought for taking her from him a beautiful flower who petals
Track and Field: Part 2
No matter what, though, my folks hold me in their minds as a delicate flower whose petals can be bruised by the softest of breezes. it's annoying, and it's exhausting on both our parts.
To Know When to Fold 'em
Eventually he gets the movement just right and pushes the last of the petals out - finishing the model. right there in front of flick was a lotus flower - made without his hands.
Dark Fog
They had five petals, with a golden stigma that shot up towards the sky, urging light to be brought forth. in the center, red disk flowers at the bottom of the stigma watched him with curiosity.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book VI Chapter 4
He watched in horror when with a gentle cracking sound they were being covered by a block of ice, petals dying and losing colors even before they were trapped within the icy prison.
Petals of the Gods - K. 2: Zeitalter der Amnesie (Ger)
\*Maximillian Ryland, Orphelia, 29.05.2051 12:06 Uhr\* Ein Gefühl von Körperlosigkeit erfüllte mich. Es war ein Gefühl, als würde ich aus einem tausendjährigen Schlaf erwachen, aber im ewigen Nichts sein. Als wäre ich meiner Existenz bewusst,...
The Fantasy Garden - medium poem
We’ll start small, our experience shall bloom, with little blue petals, as the night grows near. the newly tended land, will attract black and white critters, before they cocoon to citizenize in color. oranges, reds, blues, and more.
The Extermination
I pushed the petal to the metal, speeding towards sara's place. it was the same scene everywhere, people being shot at by these aliens, and rubble and body's littering the street.
Petals of the Gods - Ch. 4: Journey Without Return (Eng)
\*Maximillian Ryland, Orphelia, 5/31/2051 5:08 p.m.\* In the late afternoon, I am alone on the road. After two days the dear Emma has allowed me then, nevertheless, kindly to be on the way alone. Does she expect eternal gratitude now? Well, I...
Last Rites
Reaching clumsily inside her jacket, she fished out a crimson rose, the petals soft and flushed with life. it was a miracle that it had not become crushed during the trek and even the thorns curved into perfect points.
Magical Mayhem Sorcerous Familiar Chapter twenty-one
._ it unfolds before us like a flower, its petals the multitudes of possibilities that make up our lives. we are fighting for that very thing. not some unseen tomorrow, not for some distant moment.
Something Missing
A gentle breeze knocked some petals off of the tree and they floated down right in between the two. the sweet aroma of flowers filled the air. taffy leaned in, as did yoko.