The Traveler's Mile
Derp the man walks the lonely mile though he's buried six feet under he will be here for a while his death is no peaceful slumber the poor soul's life is said and done his friends and family payed respects the road ahead is not fun for many
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:31
Each time the lamb had managed to drift off into slumber, she found herself in that darkened study. the acrid yet sweet scent of brandy overwhelming her nostrils so strongly it caused her to gag.
Chapter Six
"it'll be like a... like a slumber party!" dale's face lit up brightly at that suggestion. her first slumber party! for some odd reason, it sounded like a fun.
Land Forever
Fear one love to another, finding love in deep slumber ,
Why...
Notion to think that i could ever find another guy to love me.... sure i hope and dream, but that's all they are... dreams... crying everyday barely dragging through the motions...so tired...so very tired wanting nothing more than to lie down and blow away to slumber
Poem #15: Feelings
Feelings the feeling of feelings feels so great joy of slumber peace of body sorrow of rain anger of fire confused are the stars understanding is the lake patient is the day content as the ground annoyed exhilarated jealous
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Tamzin
They often fall into a deep slumber, only to awaken to a sky filled with snowglows of all hibernal hues -- violet, azure, and dairy.
October the Beautiful
No leaves to claw at ankles to pull you into winter no cozy clothes to soothe you for nature's nearing slumber soon october will be june and january will be august and june will kill 'bout half so please come on outside! while we all still can
Prehistoric Passion - short poem
Beneath the surface of the earth within the geosphere the remains of another world awaiting discovery in its million year slumber. the thrill, mystery, and satisfaction of unearthing, discovering, awakening the new bones.
The final stop is here
Falling into your final slumber, you take your last breath. they await you now, this train leaves soon. this is the last stop, we have reached your tomb. _my god, why am i here so soon._ your memories live on, your legacy is legend.
Night thoughts - 17. - because why not
Beneath a rock, in a river with water only a picture can show lays a seed, still rooted among the dry ground, hoping one day to grow slumber, a moment apart from too far of a time to take it longs for the stream, like a dream, for it's own sake it has
The silence
The silence rolls like thunder amongst the moon lit plains whispers flood the air i breathe from the coos of water cranes nestled deep in slumber my dreams complete my mind complimenting my every wish i'd been wishing for some time