A lone wuff
I push on and struggle forward all others should be forewarned stay away i am the destroyer taking lives and uproot them taking souls and scorn them i break souls and hearts no regard for others feelings i run thru your spirit like a mower on a rampage
Tiny Candles
Violent gust, while other flames drown, falling into the fetid wax below, if you should suffer burns, do not be dismayed, search until your flame extinguishes, search for a bright candle that will burn for you, there may yet be a candle waiting, the scorned
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Peppermint
Scrutinous gourmets pick and scorn, she blushes and retreats. rumor has it that her mood can be tasted through the fruit itself, but no one's ever made it close enough to find out.
The Blind Rabbit (a poem)
Have i simply scorned a god? have i committed a sin? what travesty bears punishment of this caliber? answer me!" its words echoed to the world of light beyond which it couldn't know. an answer called back and rent it low.
I am
#2 of poems _i am cold and closed_ _i wonder what the after life holds for me_ _i hear the scornful comments that most people think of me_ _i see a baron wasteland pledged by the walking dead_ _i want to find true happiness in ones loving touch
Men vs Women
Women are scorned and hated for thinking that fact is obvious.
Why
I am scorned. and you let them put me in a cage. you let them reduce me. take away my worth. and you take credit for it. you let them take my teeth, my claws my guile and cunning.
the youngins yearn
Poety our cities are torn and burned, as were are trying to find something for which we yearned, as these promises which are broken and scorned.
Eternal Beauty
It is said every rose has a thorn, within its beauty lies this scorn, but you have no such thorn for me, your beauty is overwhelming and sets me free.
Alpha and Omega: The Outlanders Chapter 3
Tony scorned. "to be our best secret from the northern pack."
Heaven Falls
To scorn? to jeer? none of that--and hogwash all. it's us; we hear and heed the call the need, the want, the hunger to cast judgement and be judged.
White Rabbit/How, A Poem
White rabbit/how, a poem * * * they say that you were born, in some lab that you despise; tinctures of your scorn, dark red like old bowties. "how did you sleep?" "how do you feel?"