Void
Void, of emotions, of feelings, of compassion, of guild. void, of a soul. for as long as i know, i've needed to fill, the part that is gone, that left me incomplete, and created this void.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Midnight
He boxes blindfolded in representation of his ancestors' missing moral compass. he is midnight, the boxer fox. "you can't put out the lights when they're already off," he proclaims before tearing fist-first into combat as dark as his name.
Upon the Chaos Dark
Gethet kept an eye on the compass through his watch. now its drift was unmistakeable._and am i seeing things, or..._ "ellea, i have a question." he beckoned the lookout over to join him.
Poem #66: Pumping Blood
Red and angry sitting calm and white protective of the soul red flows together with blue into little purple highways allow all passage through keeping my body alive four chambers separate the beating love i crave love for beauty, safety, compassion
Poem #16: Life
Light the fire shadows conspire truth will show lying is dire love in sight determination we fight emotions we know grief the blight can it be bought instances in thought lost we crow chances been shot experience will pave compassion
The Lost Tomb of Ometeotl
He pulled out his compass and checked it, determining to go left down the tunnel. he ran onwards, the scepter still clutched in his right paw. his footpaw touched a raised surface on the ground and pressed it down into the cave floor.
File #11
Administrator tempest stopped for a moment and looked over at muraco, his expression was a mixture of surprise and compassion.
Poem #6: Cycle
Learn the experience of the old becomes wealth of the young closure of death new openness in life realization is key unlock to understanding death is not truly death it has a role to play performance in inspiration song of compassion
Revolution | Chapter V: Into the Storm of Freedom
Now, once you get out you'll need to head completely north--in which i have packed a compass for you--for seven miles.
Passion in Question
So new to passion that when it was questioned i knew no compassion even when it was mentioned. i stood by idly as they ravaged freely that which i held dearly was nearly dead to me.
Body Art
I want a compass on my right arm because whenever i was lost and alone in my darkest places there was always someone who came along to lead me out and show me the way.
Furry Holmes Chapter 1
He must be using a compass of somesort. i thought to myself. then i turned to the shopkeeper behind me, "could you describe to me how the necklace look like?"