Moon Flowers
The night is endless, moon entrenched by will and yet a flower i am not; i yearn. to feel her paws soft, tending gardens mine alas i wait, forlorn, forever pine.
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Bugz
Unbeknownst to the other dragons, she further splits her detective duties further into that of inquisitor and correctional officer, yearning for a world where even the damned can find redemption.
The Year of the Dragon
Oh, how he yearned for her.
tortured artist - poem
Precious moments spent together they never last forever although we made messes i loved your imperfections i saw beauty in your everything not for your colors not for your concept for that passion in me you burned but then one day you turned i used to yearn
Topheth, A Poem
Car keys have set to rest, by the morning's very best; nothing new here to learn, but with room to yet yearn. cold lips will part to take, seasoned warmth for your sake, before fingers meet new skin, under disguise from all sin.
Untitled Poem about Fireflies
Tickle your hand> like the ocean of dark green below the sky look > the treasure in a shaky prison> light shining> unabated by fear inside find > the twitching probes> recalling dim memories> yearning
I am human
Heart held together with nothing but string skin concealing always healing yet they remain yet i am no victim i am human living the day by the day hoping, wondering of the end of the age wishing for nothing but an open cage i am human yearning
Change
I wish to show the world, yearn to lead a path away, from the destruction i have become, away from the disintegration.
A Shining Star
By the heavens, he yearned to see more!
too much time on my hands.txt
Time to myself now i drown in the new over abundance the beauty and awe of the written word brings little joy even in my admittedly perverse thought and desires i find little comfort it is like my most favorite foods lost their appeal and flavor i yearn
Poem #66: Pumping Blood
We all yearn for that special someone in our lives. enjoy.
A (Modified)Love Poem
I yearn for nature. that's just the way it is. my soul demands it, like the lungs demand air. i desire the gleeful cries of a magpie atop a fence post, i must have the spicy smell of fallen pine needles in the summer.