* Poem * Species Dysphoria III
#4 of poetry third and final entry in my "species dysphoria" series of free-form poems. this one is a little different from the previous two, in the sense that stanzas three and four make up a matrix that can be read top to bottom and/or left to right.
Regretful
The Wolf sat, Once more, But, It was different, This time. He no longer had That old pain, That old, Crushing, Companion. Instead, It was... The Wolf lifted His head from his Contemplation, "It's weighing On me," He said aloud, No...
I realized
Trying out a bit of free-form poetry because i had these words in mind all day. we'll see where it goes. i awoke from a deep slumber. to you, it probably was a mindless action, but i got a revelation.
*Poem* Species Dysphoria I
#1 of poetry free-form, photo-poem about humans and their ways. * * * species dysphoria i the consumer * * * |  |  | !
*poem* Just...now
THIS POEM HAS THE PROPERTIES EXISTENCE WOULD HAVE IF DEATH HAD NOT EXISTED IF TIME ARRIVED AND DIDN'T PASS LIKE A LIQUID, IT WOULD OCCUPY ALL EVERY DIFFERENCE WOULD EXIST AND CARRY ON AS TRUTH ALL OPPOSITES COLLAPSE AND EVERY EXCEPTION BECOME...
* Poem* Species Dysphoria II
#3 of poetry the second entry in my series of free-form photo-poetry, all about humans and their strange little ways. * * * species dysphoria ii segregation * * * | !
A Place of Year Round Cookout Vibes
Was a little more free form with this as opposed to my more typically rhyming poems and also went for a bit of a different angle of appreciation. seriously can’t recommend the server enough if you’re able to join( an invite is in the twitter link).
Little fox Vs. Tentacles 2
She looked down and felt something slip free form her butt and she winced before seeing another baby monster. she breathed deep and looked away as she felt more.
Confusion
Another free form poem. take it easy on the criticism! ;3 the great wolf howled to the empty sky, his confusion his pain plain to hear. "why? why must i endure? all the others receive the happiness they wish for..."
Conundrum
Random, free form poem i wrote almost a month ago. what is to become of my life? how can i possibly slow down and see things in front of my eyes. i'm trapped in a past that wasn't mine.
Not a Word
Nothing could take away from the beauty of the music they were playing; a loose, free-form composition that might have been jazz or some distinct jazzy genre that cara wasn't versed enough in music to identify.
The Life of Another - Chapter 23
But that second question... it was free form and wow did i go off on a rant! oh god, they're probably reading it right now!" i grabbedmy pillow and buried my head under it in shame. nicklaughed and pulledup acorner of itto peek at me."why?