Alone I Live
Apart years have passed me by while i lived in the shadows nearby for such a grace as beauty will fly never to be seen by my eye loyalty has always been my winning curse lost in the world like a mad nurse hope i still claim to be a winning verse
Mesozoican Diaper Size Chart
#4 of mesozoica it's basically my canon for diaper sizing in the mesozoica-verse.
Poem 1 of October
A simple free-verse poem, i have decided to start writing one poem a week around a certain theme. that theme i randomly choose for each month.
power of ideas (poem)
Sorry if it sucks, i dont write poetry very often. blank verse and haiku's are all i got :p confusion words words words, so small, they are an idea words cant cut skin or crack bones words cant stop bleeding or
Campfire Gaggle (Otherwise Untitled)
The fennec seemed to pay particular attention in the moments between the verses of the singing hyena, some distance away and utterly proud of himself, belted out in honor of his homeland amongst the glory of flames.
Disconection
#2 of poetry this is a free-verse poem that i still really like. again more of a personal poem and probably not related enough to furry, but what can you do?
Bowser`s New Girlfriend!!! Ch:8 Bowser`s favorite moment
The main verse end, and bowser tarts singing. "she`s a beast. i call her carma. she eat your heart out, like jeffery darma" bowser sings. he sounded great too. the song finished. jewelia hugs bowser. "i knew you could sing.
Ballade of Three Birds
But short version, it's a form where you have three rhymed eight line verses that all end with the same line (or half of a line, in this case,) and then a four line "envoi" usually addressed to someone called "prince" that also ends with that same line and
La oscuridad es nuestra aliada
Sin darse cuenta, detrás de zecora estaba otra pony cubierta con una capa vieja, que ocultaba su rostro, pero se podía verse su cola, y por tanto su melena, que era debía de ser de un tono amarillento como el de applejack.
Ninety Nine Vixens
Here comes a wolf clan with a fiendish plan better wait till the next verse, 'cause this one over ran! three wolfish hunters encircle the vix, then as one they pounce!
The end of the beginning
This one, last perfect verse, is still the same old rhyme. a writer torn apart by distance and time. safe me from this realm, show me love, i've never felt before.
Through Breath and Sight - Chapter 2
I recall how, for what seemed like hours thereafter, brother gregor had rained a storm of vicious lashes down upon the leopard's bare back with his whip, chanting verse after verse in a voice so hoarse with weariness and so fraught with fervent, passionate