Thoughts (Jo)
That bear does not deserve anything from typh, the thought of it makes me angry and jealous at the same time.
Poem #45: Imagination
Without thought life cannot be created and hollow death is left let the three intertwine water, blood, and ink material, substance, and idea give birth to imagination.
Thoughts and Feelings
_ he thought to himself.
Becoming: Part 1 -Lost
\*Hello everyone, this is my first story that I've every posted on the web, so I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes. If there are any formatting errors, it is most likely because I am doing this on my IPod. Constructive Criticism is always...
Mist and Memories
People's lives are made up of Mist and Memories. For, that is all anyone ever truly sees. We spend our lives walking through the mist. Never seeking to see what lies beyond our outstretched wrist. We spend our time looking at the memories we've...
Walking through the woods during a snowstorm
Walking through the woods during a snowstorm has always been an experience I enjoy. Using it to clear my mind of all the worries and frustrations that had built up over time. Doing so I have always felt at peace with the world and myself at these...
burning thoughts
Eyes floating in my mind lost in my thoughts of your beautiful skin, feeling your taste and sound run through me as i think of your eyes still staring at me in my mind burning a hole into my soul
Poem #39: Memories
_memories_ these thoughts might leave i fear, i hope to never lose; thoughts held so dear, memories are not whom, but whose.
Remembering Dasher Cheetah ... Some Thoughts We Shared about 7 Years Ago ...
They were thoughts he and i might not have wanted to share publicly, but through pm's, we were both able to express some deep thoughts that, under the present circumstances of his passing, might be of benefit to others.
Just A Thought
Just a thought.
Making furries a reality...
This is a rigorous thought experiment though, with years of thought put into it, and thus, should be rather close to a full on peer reviewed and published paper, just without the peer review or publication.
Figments of My Reality (Poetry)
Figments of My Reality A sea of broken traffic lights, The lone flag in the distance, The slowly setting sun: All figments of my reality. I can't count the times When my heart was crushed: It feels too constant. Too steady, too easy. It all...