A Life in High School, Ch. 7
Did i mention that bending gravity was part of being an elemental? no? well, now you know.
LOSING HOPE ch17.
The thing just swerved so alex hit it again the suv swerved again but rolled along the sand crushing the roof and bending the doors alex put the gto in drive and hit the xuv again and again the suv rolled along alex hit it one last time
Cub Scouts
#1 of cub scouts i drowsily opened my eyes as my alarm clock ringed noisily.i hit the snooze button and stumble clumsily into the bathroom.i bend down to wash my face in the sink.when i looked up into the mirror,i saw a blue panda with light blue fur at the
Spring Awakening
Spring is once more here and winter is long gone, so i shall to the winds bend my ear and listen to your silent eternal song no sound reaches our ears and yet we still hear it if only we pause to listen each year then we will always
An Era of Chivalry 4 - How To Train Your Raptor
The raptor mimicked glenn easily enough, swinging the ball back and forth from in front of him to between his legs, bending down everytime he swung back down.
A Good Night Poem
If the day was strained, too much to not be pained, just know in the end, i'll be with you until that frown bends. so cheer up and drift off to sleep. i'm right here, just close your eyes and we'll meet.
P-resent...
In the end, they give or bend as better or worst, control the masses singular by the dozen, single words find many to move beyond imagination by leaving everything behind, we find in mind, a shared cooperation just to exist being a burden to blinding
A Poet's Purpose - short poem
A new point of view, mind bending words. the heart's rawest emotion. a poet must translate each moment, from the purest of thoughts and feelings, into tangible words. vocabulary is a poet's expression. emotion is the poet's palette.
The Harrowing Years
This i have learnt: world forces all of us down the fleeing years bend our backs love but smears our hearts here i now lie still like a broken bow soul sullen and rigid with the will to die sighing after the days long since gone cursing every
The Abyss .:A vent poem:.
Violently, is how i want to scream, to show you how my mind is bending. to make to comprehend how i work is something beyond understanding. unable to cope with this that surrounds me.
The Tree
Now they bend and carve upon the skin, silence out of reach. you sat by the tree, where you use to think, laugh, and play now you spread your arms wide and high, hoping to taste life once more.
One Dot Below the I
And "i shift from third into fourth then fifth gear and take off" isn't even enough and i pull over and flash the headlights and overtake them "nothing is enough" sylvia sylvia sylvia sylvia she squats in the shower howling she crosses her arms and bends