Darkest Side of the Moon
The creepy crawlies and monstrous follies may carry out our mental doom; however do we truly know what lies under the darkest side of the moon?
The Empty Plate
Acquired by people who's intentions cannot be told there are no seeds that can be scattered no food left that can be grown in every home hunger just seems to be a problem saved for latter many local stores and farms can barely hone their craft doomed
The Night of The Tiger: A Short Poem
Have given way for the creatures of the night behold the tiger the predator of the night he steps out of the shadows and into the rays of the moon as he stands within the gaze of the moon, its seems as though he were invoking a spell of doom
Thoughts Chelonian: a poem
A life lived ever slowly, one lived fast, are both ere long just doomed to be the past.
Poem: Double Life (of depression)
But alas i know my doomed plight. it will come again like a sprite. depression, how long can it i fight?**
What is Hell
But with no sun, that with no amount of water, could quench the thirst, with no escape, with no sense of hope, an always lingering doom, a shadow that can never be escaped from.
Poem: Love
Can he be helped, is he doomed to wallow in self-pity until ages of old? or is there more, more to this tale of woe, more than one, but two, who combined share passions of great ambitions of which only those who know of its full power can fathom?
This-solving...
Watch who's pulling old emotion forgetting the performance for the first time, they watch blindly with infatuated devotion chaos felt in a light breeze around the room all watch curtains falling, as the performance of a life time turns to imminent doom
For the Feast...
Some showing places one would assume they could have met there doom exaggerated, or truth, there amusing all the same giving moments to admire among the youthful bunch, looking with eyes hungry for such fame with the sweet smell of a buffet about
Cthulhu's Grasp
Cthulhu's grasp (07/30/2019) fleeing from a monstrous beast, i must escape, lest be deceased, running through a field of fog, my progress slowed by thickened bog, panicking as darkness looms, a feeling of impending doom, i am trapped
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 22
No gloom or doom of any kind. unless you counted the doom radiating from dad's furious eyes. luke stepped back a little, suddenly terrified, not for his father's safety, but his own.
The Legend of Felicia: Sheltered Emotion Chapter Two
He didn't elaborate and the little cloud of doom still hovered over me but further away than before.