Snowfalls and First Dates
I got out, the tears flowing freely now. "shh..." mid mumbled and started humming. he had a beautiful voice and i could feel the vibrations from his chest, flowing straight into my body. "it's fine. i brought some candles, actually."
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 56
That was when the flow of time went back to normal, and that was when everything went to hell.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 187
_ _yes_, the equally dead answer, flowing from the depths of memory just like the blood flowing from his brother's eye. _yes, i'm proud..._ ander screamed.
Love shadow
Time so slow as if not in a even flow. i fall tired and awake. my life so deafing. i fell so dizzy. a beat of love is my hope. for if only she see me and realize my dream. slow it flow's a day to see. i hope she will take me.
With in the broken heart:Poem
Blood seems to flow like a river again. the air so cold i might fall in. i can't think, why are we here again. a place a curse a broken dream. bliss full winds to flow right by. revealing a light that left me blind.
The Kingship I
Yarik loved the feel of all the copper between his fingers, as if it was cool flowing water swirling in his palms. unfortunately, he had to share half of it with tyri.
Poem: A Wolf's Passion- Valentine Special
Let the souls of night's once beautiful lust flow throughout the shining skies of love, showing the hearts of those yet to come. the wolves dance as one, their souls flowing through the other, their peace becoming one.
Hayfield
Hayfield by asher wolfstein from heart to hand pouring down the slope tonic fills the gopher holes subterranean homes drowned out vodka seeps across the cells brain crevices discolored stand out ditches flow black with bile blood bubbles up
Sinori's Story - Chapter Four
At least not until time began flowing again.
Unfabricated
I just liked the sound of the title and built a poem around it :p unfabricated he arose from his bed with a sense of dread as his desires faded his dream already dead simply fabricated she smiles at me like jack does at rose like how water flows
We Hunger
We hunger the prey is scented we are alert we are ready we move and the many become one we quicken, the wind from our passage flowing through our fur we slow as we near the prey she has not caught our scent yet keeping the wind in our noses we surround
The Sea of Beige
The cup which is filled with the dropping of rain from a leaky roof, but which, when tipped, flows over violently releasing every drop at once.