The dragon who freed a village from another dragon
My name is valorosus from the land of bustarsithium, i have come here on behalf of the village of winterville, which is being plagued by another dragon.
Forgotten Dreams
A body i couldn't control, and by voices that i, no matter how much will i had, could not drown plagued me. no one would bring me the one thing that i wished i could have, the one thing i would have given anything for. death.
Ode to the Gay Bar I Was Too Chickenshit to Go To
Ode to the gay bar i was too chickenshit to go to i heard you closed recently i'd never been, but always told myself someday i'll go and see what it's about pandemic was given as cause as pronouncement of death one more thing the plague took from my
poem: innocence
The greed and pride the vanity of lust maybe it was just meant to be there is no innocence there is no cure for are disease are pain and agony so waste away because there is no innocence we can't escape for we are the beast this monstrously a plague
The Procrastinators Dilemma
The acrid smell of stale sweat and tobacco invade my nostrils like a plague. i drop the pen, listening the the dull thud as it hits the shag carpet beneath me.
The Breath
#1 of writing in this day and age of plague, our bodies can so easily turn against us. that is terrifying. you breathe. breath in, breath out. you breathe easy, you are safe. you eat. nutritious food, fuelling your day.
A Mind of Confusion - short poem
I'm plagued by an ever changing perception. a consciousness that cannot decide who to be. my personalities of happiness, anger, sadness, and anxiety are waging a war deep inside of me.
A Fate Much Worse
The motherfuckers who had wronged me, silent "fuck you" just to show em, along with every panicked heart beat, long with every shallow breath, popping pills to head and stomach, hang my head in pained regret, i wish this plague
Zoids: History of Zi - Part 002
Raiders and bandit - whom plagued the trains of refugees - were quick to follow.
The Song of the Dead (poem)
A plague is due, they said; can you hear the song of the dead? the sand drips faster and thicker than blood, don't dwell on it -- rest your head. they eat time for breakfast, rest your head they said.
Throwing Stones(Poem)
Throw stones at lake and i found his embrace i didn't know how i could face his loving arms at the beginning of it all it felt like an accident i felt like i merely tripped over him and he picked me back up i no longer had the old desires that plagued
The Fool
But even now in my time alone his face shall plague my dreams. the agony and sorrow cuts right to the bone, there is no escape it seems.