The Remembrance of Wolves Howl
on within the tainted world their hearts hide within their souls, allowing non to see their true thoughts within their hearts yet the soul reveals the pains the bare within themselves let the moon lower into the night within the lands of remembrance and
Weirdly Reacquainted
Let's hang out let's start over let's move on from the past from high school stupidity let's just be ourselves even if i am weird look past that so we can start over.
Eyes Open
on, sometimes unsuccessfully but we never close our eyes till it all ends the problem is that sometimes, we never really open our eyes and see what is going on around us.
Somewhere, out there
I still miss my mate, may god rest his soul, but i feel that it's time to move on... and i truly hope that i can. i can only take so much heartbreak and memories these days. don't got much time left either...
break ups.
To put on a smile, move on and go out on dates. what is the goal of our existence to keep on like this? find our companion in life, and have that one "first" kiss. a passionate kiss can bring so much happiness and love.
Stripes
on.
Sadness
It ebbs to the point you think you can move on again, and then without warning it crashes down on you with even greater strength than before. it snickers and laughs, as it drags you down into the cold and lifeless dark. you can fight, at first.
The Strawberry Thief
I do this for minutes, hours, possibly more, waiting for this three-legged old giant, stumbling, to move on. summer is the best time for me as the strawberry, plump and red, sweeter than nectar when it arrives in the mid-july bloom.
Thoughts Chelonian: a poem
The universe moves on, that writing says and pauses not to hear a muttered spell, nor listens ever to a desperate cry, nor heeds the solemn death bell's knell. yet in the starlight, graven 'pon a shell, the ancient history is told full well.
Walking In The Darkness
"_ _her words so sweet as i hear them push me forward,_ _my enemies are no friend to me,_ _they are no friend to me,_ _i shall move on toward my love,_ _each step i take takes me to heavenly pleasure,_ _i don't stop for anything,_ _i don't stop for
Ecology of Lycanthropes 2: Origins
Each pack seems to have a different variation on how they came about but many seemingly unrelated groups seem to have some elements in common a huntress making a deal to a god that instead of moving on to the after life, the souls of her descendants will