What Trust Can Still Be Had These Emboldened Days
Posted it on my blog site then. meant to upload it here sooner but kept forgetting to. a general vent poem to allow me to rant a bit about the state of the world then and now since this is poem is just as relevant if not more so right now.
Flames: Chapter 12
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Hatchlings: Chapter 19
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A Furry Love Story - Detours and Desperation
It read: from: fuzzycon to: henry dear henry, we have heard of your recent problems with depression on your blog and are here to help.
The Arrival Of An Awaited April Shower
Posted this last week on my blog site and didn’t get around to doing so here sooner because i’ve been keeping pretty busy.
That Scent Must Sustain (7): Works For Me
He poured himself a cuppa (and one for sherlock, just in case) and sat down in his worn red chair, preparing to check his blog for cases r comments.
Melodies of the Heart
As seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/05/27/the-final-day-comes-and-goes/ 'tis sweet the melodies of the heart, two lovers hum while they're apart.
Child's Play
#13 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/06/childs-play-and-writing-exercises/ _ **child's play** _ _she learns to dance_ _he learns to play_ _the two in-sync_ _and continue the display_ _she keeps in time_
Fear - Revisited
Just used it as a vent to get all the unhappies out for such a long time :3 as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/04/of-happiness-and-fear/ alone, she wanders, a shadow lingers paranoid, she stumbles, immersed in gloom
Mini Mice Meals
Thanks to countless hours of research, blog posts from her friends, and starting her own blog to help others, julia expertly glided along the aisles like a predator hunting her prey.
Taps
My world, my life, my blog. when did the noises start? in the silence, the clock always glowed 4:00 o'clock, the numbers dug claws into my skull, the pain enough to cry out silence. i would watch and hear and know nothing.
A Furry Love Story - A New Genesis
We've read on your blog about how you'd never move down south and how you prefer cold weather. i see you have the water bottle with you, yes? **henry:** ya. **mr.