stasis(poem)
Nbsp; i hear the sounds of sweet sympathy the silence is pure insanity i have lost all humanity all that remains is a wild beast stuck in a jail cell with nothing to eat he slowly begins to fade away as people forgot to feed him for days the only scraps
Bod's Day Off
Within minutes scraps of bod were already starting to come back together, and the automatic kitchen began preparing a heavy lunch for a hungry dragon. being blown to bits was energy intensive!
An Introduction to Hope and Despair
Inmates, as i write i can look to my left and see the desiccated remains of a ferret, and i can only shudder to think what awaits me as i look at his arms and legs, each joint torn out of the sockets by the rack the wasted frame being held together merely by scraps
Ragnarok - XVII
Faintness and cold and suffocation washed over them both, for on the keystone there was hung a scrap with sigils in the lady's hand. the way was barred to any who had died.
Mortality (a sonnet)
#36 of scraps feeling particularly hopeless today. forgive me.
Dancing Away the Human - A Poem
#1 of owletrons' scrap book a short poem about not caring if you're any good at moving your feet. best consumed slowly and while listening to a good song. i don't plan on sharing many poems, but i find they can be fun to write if an idea comes to you.
Dirt Garden (poetry)
If i indwelt some luring scrap of land far from here, secluded, my own to call, i would welcome these same weeds, one and all, to plant their roots in my warm, earthen roof, just they and i, with no hint of reproof, and thank the thorns for making
Ayame's Chronicles- Team Efforts
"mostly, and also for the fact that i wasn't in the mood for scrapping, and for the fact that i think the head counselor was giving me some weird vibes," he added with a slight shiver.
A Child's Folly
Tired, whee, might throw this in scraps too or something. also yes, i did this once, and yes, this was more or less the reaction.
Blood on Ice - Chapter One
I reached for the small scraps but just as i grabbed it another paw reached for it. instinctively i yanked the scraps to my chest and held it tight in my arms, my eyes looking at the other who had reached for it.
Beasts of War
Between all light and with the twilight comes a peace that calms and soothes these bitter beasts and as they bask in lukewarm light a short lived end to bloody spite and so the war begins again a bloody fight to bitter end except in this scrap
Maybe Stop Telling This Man What He Wants
My wants are only one: take every scrap of doggerel. force them to eat each one.