#5 of poetry and scribblings
when the hallowed grounds are breached,
and the blood starts to stain the sacred earth,
a waste starts to spread slowly,
creeping underneath my skin,
making me aware that the things i hold dear,
are merely illusions,
the
Emotion, Poetry
#1 of poems
a poet i will never be
tiz poor and lifeless
devoid of perfection
pages
blank pages upon scribbled i have
the pen bleeds my heart but lies
pages
so many pages
blank and arid dry and torn
the emptiness it scorns
Poem, Verse
#2 of poetry and scribblings
the tendrils creep further,
piercing my skin,
entering my tissues,
i can hiss,
scream,
claw at it,
swear,
once again,
the nanite alloy,
has spread further,
once more the hollow feeling,
has transformed me further,
Emotion, Poem, Poetry
#4 of poetry and scribblings
time,
even the slightest motion of the air can disturb the water,
the ripples will travel slow but steadily,
until you finally become aware,
that you are not the same as you were back then...
Emotion, Poetry
As we entered the maze, i swore that i saw numerous scribbling on the walls of the interior with that word enosiirot. was it in animalia or english? i blinked my eyes and the word seemingly disappeared.
Badger, Bear, Centaur, Coming Battle, Eminent Danger, Entity, Grim, Humans, Lioness, Lizard, Maze, Mine, Mongoose, Naga, Otter, Plot Development, Plot Progression, Possession, Prototypes, Rhino, Sabretooth Tiger, Sergal, Short, Sneak Attack, Timeline Altered, Trap, Trick spear, Yeti, hidden message, hide and seek, monsters, scorpion, triad, venom
#7 of poetry and scribblings
based on the last part of fox amoore's song "silenced". http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5481031/
the song is about a battle between two mortal enemies, but it seems they know eachother well.
Death, Emotional, Poem, Poetry
#6 of poetry and scribblings
the still moving mechanical arm,
with the blood covered razorblade,
the remaining tools,
the stench of the work bench,
only hint towards the cries of agony and pain,
that echoed through the metal halls,
now weakly,
an organic
Emotion, Poem, Poetry
#1 of po-eems
hastily scribbled one day at work some months ago. completely forgot it until now.
Poem
Luckily for him, after having been struck by inspiration in the privy once, fahen never went anywhere without a charcoal pen and some rough paper which he promptly pulled out and began to scribble over with haste.
Demon, Fantasy, Sergal