The Werewolf Queen and the Little Blue Bird
A birthday poem for my friend wolf skull jack on twitter. werewolf queen and the little blue bird the werewolf queen had with her a little blue bird, an often grating companion with which she knew she'd be heard.
"Demons and Martyrs"
#1 of poems just an old poem i wrote a few years ago, that i thought i'd upload here. "can't live, can't die, can't even be allowed a moment to cry. no pain, no gain, even if my tears continue to flow like icy rain. why do i even bother?
Culling the Fold
#2 of scribbles a narrative poem, or a prose poem, or a meditation on the end. culling the fold and god looked down upon the face of the world which they had created so long ago. in their absence it had changed, and yea, it displeased them greatly.
Strange love part three: Hopes and Fears
John saw an opportunity here, he would write a love poem for james! so he read the pages in his text book like was supposed to and got down to writing...
New Feelings
More poems?" i answered "no, not this time." he looked a little dissapointed. "aww, i like reading your poems, they're nice." my heart jumped. i managed to let out a stuttered "r-really?"
Foxing
I leave you all with a stanza of a poem by alan seeger, one of the great poets of the first world war, whose architecture, technologies, fashions, attitudes, and more, helped inspire foxing.
POEM: Walking In Front Of Me!
This poem has 2 lines of mildly suggestive verse. it also has one weak swear word . in other areas, things may have gotten blurred i admit my style is probably rather unfashionable and simple, but it is what rolls off my flapping tongue.
tortured artist - poem
#4 of poetry collection poem no. 4 i was an artist and i loved you like you were my canvas thoughtful intentions time dedicated precious moments spent together they never last forever although we made messes i loved your imperfections i saw
New Feelings: Entry #2: Oh life, why hath thou forsaken me?
Mainly because now i don't have to worry about elliott seeing my entries or my poems. jeeze, it still sounds weird saying that....poems. poem. poetry..._**** _meh, oh well. i suppose i should write about my day a little, huh?
graveyard men - poem
#3 of poetry collection poem no. 3 they say they meet in graveyards where the leaves crunch and crumble where the men meet under the moonlight rumored has it to drink and mumble down the sidewalk they'll come paving their path in groups treading along
Painful Solitude Ch.8
No one had ever written him a poem before! he knew he was smiling, probably a huge, stupid smile, but he couldn't help it. zane wouldn't even look at him. "i know, it's terrible," zane finally spoke, folding the poem back up.
True Feelings
This was a poem that my love [!["acewolfen"](%5c ""acewolfen"") acewolfen](%5c) wrote for me yesterday while talking on skype. this by far is the sweetest thing i have ever recieved. i love you more than anything my dear [!