2024-09-03
It feels hard to just exist, lately. So many people who are barely holding on. So many people who...aren't holding on, any more. I'm still in a wretched limbo where I don't know where I stand, and to find out, I have to wait for a court...
Ignorance
The verses aren't precisely in line and those of you who don't have good rhythm would be better off simply reading it like a poem. otherwise, this is my response to this godforsaken latest string of scandals by the glorious united states.
Squandered
I remember the day that I received my first pokemon. "Today, I am a young man, like my older classmates!" You smelled like the kennel; as I bathed you, I discovered your secret. "What are the odds I'd get stuck with a girl cyndaquil?" I never...
Windstorm Character Sheet
He is well versed in all forms of combat and most magic artes. despite his combat prowness he hates violence and avoids it whenever possible.
Flowers For Serath #1
A sort of free verse poetry/stream of consciousness. ill be writing more with him as the days and weeks continue. thanks for reading :) his scars are his penance. his awareness that he is alive. they happened in the past, he cannot change them.
Hitchhike Talks | by KitsuneJey
**HITCHHIKE TALKS** by **KitsuneJey** -- A Poem _Excuse me, stranger. Are you going to Vegas? I'm a foreigner who travels light, and I confess that I have sinned._ _I'm so grateful, dude. Do we know each other? All these wonders run through...
This Disease Called Hate
verse i you look at me just what do you see to make you feel the need to turn away and flee chorus i'm not a disease contagious as you believe i'm not a disease i just wanna be free i'm not a disease not a disease, yeah...
To Wander Infinity ~ Prologue: The Prophecy of the Wanderer
He tried to ignore it, idly counting the verses' repetitions so as not to listen to the disorienting words themselves. his count had reached seven when a third verse chimed in along with the other two.
Obituary Instructions
Do not call me an angel, when I'm gone. Mourn me, revere me--or not, as you choose-- But as the human person that I was. An angel is a pure celestial thing Too absolute and too ethereal For earthly things like woe or weariness, For home and...
Just A Thought
Just a thought, That's all I want from myself; all I could ask of you. Just a thought, a simple notion to carry on; to pass across the ages. Just a thought, that wonder of creation. Tangible and seemingly fake. Just the truth, if you...
The Heart Lies Only Once
I trust no more a promise made of words. Not for the many vows long-proven false, Not for the monkey's paw, its fingers crossed, Not for the apathies of old lang syne. There's not a one of us has had no need Of some dishonesties, just to...
The Thrilling Solitude
I cruise down the road In my Mercedes-Benz 280SL Down the coastal highway To the isolated cottage That was my home You see, I had driven in a long circle To re-live the thrill Of going back home Back to my home on the coast That came from a...