Love
._ _love is fundamental to existance,_ _we need it,_ _we crave it,_ _we were only created for the sake of love._ _love is the most compelling force on the planet,_ _the universe pales in comparison to the power of love._ _so when i say i love you...
The Rebel
He will not hesitate scratching your face if you're craving incitement; roses have thorns and the sharpened long claws of the rebel are that strong.
Zero Days SInce
Especially when you accidentally get a taste of your craving. after that point, you can't help but want more. enjoy a 5,000+ word story of just a normal everyday dragon who happens to have an addiction to electricity-fueled growth.
Lament's Depression
Hope gleamed bright in both these hazel colored eyes i hold, wanting, craving, hoping for a way to finally reach said peace of paradise that i'm missing with friends, but there was something off...my parents weren't anywhere to be found, i thought.
Poem #47: Holes
_holes_ there are holes inside my heart they can never be filled with the love i crave they stretch and widen creating a black cavern inside my heart yearning for feeling red and black blood seeps out this heart is weeping for the
Poem #3: Yearn
#3 of poetry a poem about wanting, needing, and craving love.
Note To Readers
#41 of isolation i went into this job thinking it was just another bug hunt, some scientist dude who got careless with his vials and spawned nothing more than some blood thirsty flesh craving fruit fly or a huge snake.
Never Alone (Poem)
I was in a rather iffy mood when i wrote this - took about 15 minutes-- some hate loneliness some crave it. some desire it. some require it. some are never alone sometimes, they keep sides of them hidden. hidden sides?
Mission to Live
It is that goal, this crave for unyielding dream. the draught drains, robs you of desire. desire to change, to become your best. to undo the barrier, walls you've built around you. destroy to pass, to succumb to your crest.
Poem #48: Inside
Bleeding in rivers the emotions inside swirl around in mystery they ponder and question validity of reality the memories within stir and strengthen move and weaken defining our cover the desires within we want what we do needing and craving
The Abyss - medium poem
The cold, lonely death that i now crave. that bittersweet moment i drift from my body. painless, free, hopeful. but for now i wait. i must wade through the waters of the day. one day, one dream, i will be freed from the darkness. the darkness.
The Final Decision! (It works!)
The air i was craving filled my lungs. everything around me was but a white blur. i heard a voice calling my name. faint, and vibrant. i could barely hear it, but i could understand it perfectly.