My Awkward "Hopes and Dreams" Lyrics
Prove it to me, as i face you pacifist or blood-soaked warrior sinful petals in captivity you can never breach my barrier. these old bones, young and new again, revitalized upon these thoughts what's the one thing you desire?
I Do Not Fear A Season Without Hope
How fragile does determination grow, how crusted, corroded, and crystallized, when for a season soaks it in despair? the lightest touch sufficeth then to break.
Salve
The wrappings were soaked with blood. the vixen walked over to the chest to the right and pulled out some fresh cloth. he watched as she continued across the room and retrieved a container of green salve. "well, you're very lucky i found you."
The Good Things
He looked at his now-soaked paper and stood, wiping his nose and drinking from his drink. he didn't want to be sad.
The Primal One
#1 of stories the first werepyre returns to a warm welcome he sat upon the blood soaked ground, bringing a glass up to his mouth and taking a sip of the crimson liquid.
Bounty Hunter: Prolouge (Teaser)
._ _ "so," said one of the swordsmen-a rouge, "may i know the name of the bounty hunter whose blood soaks my blade?"
Entry 7
So i went and followed the creek for a while, had some fun climbing the trees or chasing squirrels, even took a chance to see if i could jump the creek, which ended in me soaking wet sadly.. almost made it though!
The start of kairu's story *Part 4 *
She was always coming home soaked from the rain . never mind . suzie turned from the tv only to hear " a rare gem called "the heart gem has been found of the coast of japan " suzie turn to see a gem so close to see the shape of the heart sparkle .
A New Promise
Light soaks through the veil, revealing answers once hidden. sparks catch along the walls, splashing whirlwinds of inspiration. the path aglow pulses with new life, feeding ambitions once cautiously stifled.
the question. poem
Hold my breath, walk in soaking my cloths. the sun is setting leaving the sky orange. then as if i lost control i'm swimming down and down. depper and depper. my head starts to build with pressure. my mucles ache. my lungs i hurt.
These my words bring despair
Alas, these growls you hear, soak you down to your soul. no, you understand they are words for fright and not of sight am i to answer these hollowed blasts.
Eight Minutes and Forty Six Seconds on June Twelfth, Two Thousand Twenty
Witness, we beg you, the injustice here in these our rain-soaked, silent latter days. allow no one to edit it away. after this moment, i will once again return to voting, speaking, fighting, and if necessary, running for my life.