The value of silence.doc
The value of silence is paid by listening By what you hear and feel Inside the rhythm of the heart speaking softly In words rising and falling through thistle-down spirals And the seeds of dandelions dark with intent Meaning Lifted by white airy,...
I Dream of Trees
A short reflective piece from a pre-t & pre-op jensyn. i was happiest when i could wake up and see the trees.
To Be Lain Down Back Home
It’s a kinda morbid, grief filled piece reflective of the time/year i was writing it in. i’ll let the rest of it speak for itself.
Yuuhi - [Love Letter]
There are certain disadvantages to being kitsune, one of the biggest disadvantages is in our shape-shifting ability, while this ability does allow us to hold forms that can keep us safe, practice on using the forms themselves often leads to forgetful...
Yuuhi - [Stereo Hearts]
================== If you're gone, there's nothing else I could do I need you here to make this duet for two And my heart's getting faster, the beat's getting louder So let it all go and just get lost in my stereo... ================== I...
When Dragons Go to War
_With Rising stinger and body sounded, All good dragons go to war. With honor and pride to defend their land, All good dragons go to war. Glowing eyes and vision unclouded, Dragons now must go to war. In names of rulers, and for their hand...
Eyes Open To Interpretive Readings
Eyes Open To Interpretive Readings ...
A Rushed Swipe Through History’s Turnstile
**A Rushed Swipe Through History’s Turnstile** ...
Half of a Heritage Held By Our Thin Shared Line
Wrote this not really a vent but more a reflective poem for the last day of hispanic heritage month a while back. it's a more personal poem even if the details are a bit ambiguous overall. originally posted this in october 2021.
Under the Weather - Thursday Prompt Story [#15, 13/4/23]
The forecast for today read that it was going to rain, and the tabby cat couldn't be any happier. She loved going out in the rain, more than anything in the world. Today, she woke up bright and early to take a shower first. She usually spent lots...
A Little Reflection
My birth was a troubled one. When I was born my legs did not work right. I could not walk, I could not stand--my claws laid limp--indeed, all those things were to be denied to me. I was tucked away, to be forgotten--pawned away, perhaps, or else one...
Time for Reflection
**_As far as he knows, Max has hated smoking. The first time he did it, it was for follow the crowd, do like the others. But for real, he has always moved away from tobacco, and its other opinions. Today, if he still does it, it's to look busy. Plus,...