An Unexpected Date - poetic story
Standing in front of the mirror, is Skyler. An albino hamster with short, green hair. She scans her reflection. Searching heavily for flaws in her appearance. "My clothes look good. My fur is clean and neat. I freshly dyed my hair yesterday. I...
I wither besides the lush flower bed
A poetic form that i wanted to share with those people here :3, it's of the european poetic form: ballade.
The Anger Poem
As old as time As high as the star As magnificent as belligerent As black as coal These creatures of Earth Have been agitating the ground since the very first lore. - "CURSE, CURSE those blasphemous apes," they roared "For eons, mother has...
I need a Miracle
I need a miracle even more beautiful than the poetic death of a true gothic, is finding a more poetic life in love. the painting finished, i was willing to die. the pool of blood had already flowed, and i merely needed to rest in it.
Of beginnings and endings in Venleaux Villa
It was here, in this room, my father died, end coming to him reclined upon the sofa, infection consuming his body as he bled post op on the fine leather seating. The doctor and his nurse had come to Venleaux Villa to see after him, to operate on the...
Continued Exchange, Part 8
I came up with this with my old protégé in mind (it certainly would've been poetic) but i guess you'll do." simba looked at bambi, puzzled but all bambi did was shrug.
Random Thoughts in a semi-poetic form
It's another winter, if you can call it that here. Balmy seventy-degree weather, cool breezes. So then why do I feel so cold inside? I could die today. Would you care? Would anyone? Sure, my funeral would have throngs in attendance. I...
A Colorful Life Story - poetic story
This is a story, very personal to me. It's the history of me and how I came to be. I'll try to keep it brief for the audience and myself. There are many things that I don't wish to share. I shall begin with my parents. An odd pair if there ever...
The Silence
A poetical piece to emphasize/attempt to detail the dying phase. the once beating heart grew tired and fell into eternal slumber. as it grows silent i can hear a breath. a breath which was too the last.
Spinning
**spinning** it is a funny thing, spinning in the distance i hear a ringing i love the poetic flight energy flows with delight i bring my arms together the spin grows faster i feel isolated in a bubble of my own creation the power
Prehistoric Passion - short poem
It was published by poetic power, a contest for students k-12, in 2015. this is poem 2 out of 3 published by them. written by me, fane star.
The Communist Liar
._ _ _ poetic isn't it! let me know what you think!