Culling the Fold
Culling the Fold And God looked down upon the face of the world which they had created so long ago. In their absence it had changed, and yea, it displeased them greatly. No longer were the people kind or hopeful or honorable. God touched theirself...
Never Let You Go (Part III)
Vincent, my english teacher, enough to show it to her, and she urged me to enter it into a state poetry contest the school participated in. i finally gave in, submitting under a pen name.
Werecorgi [M / TF / SFW]
Steven pedaled idly, his mind wandering over old poetry. _her smile was as the morning sun_, he thought to himself. _lazy and slow and, as it dawned, it set her cheeks aglow.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 22
Almost like poetry." hezzi looked down at the broken bow in his hands. even in something as simple as this, he could feel ander's presence. this wasn't just some normal hunting bow. this bow was different.
Poetry Commission - Switch
#14 of poetry or http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccpryxgijxs commission for a friend of mine. tom, dit gedicht is voor jou, voor het geschenk dat jij mij hebt gegeven, en het leven dat ik wil delen met jou. bradley.
The Life of an Absol
#4 of poetry! more bad poetry! enjoy misunderstood for my unintentional crime the rocky cliffs i will climb, for when i sense danger off the seams, i will come to haunt your dreams.
Poetry for LIberation
\*\*\*\*this is just some poetry i thought of, not yiff, not a story, i hope no one gets pissed that i am using this as a place to put my poetry. meh, i doubt it. this poetry may not be that good, its just off the top of my head. so enjoy (a)//(e) peace\
"A Familiar Fantasy"
#1 of poetry, both old and new i've decided to post some of the poetry i've written over the years. here's one i think some of you might like.
A Waking Nightmare
I sit in the darkness My elbows on my knees I stare at the ground As it's useless to look around For all I will see Is the dark that envelopes me A moment later I change my mind And I look around To see what I will find But all I see is...
Xenophobic Tendencies
You never really understand the world Until you travel and experience As much of it as possible. You could Not possibly understand the grand growth Of their cultures, speeches and of their stance Against the rest of us, for the race's...
Robert
Oh, if we could have those days we once breathed: days before more base and profound passions than our own. Days before obligations. Days of spirits and beer, of wine and weed. Days when you fought for my beliefs, though they were never your...
A cloudy Saturday morning, alone...
I sat in the rain today and watched the falling shadows play, making ripples come and ripples go. Standing water used to show a reflection of who I am, but rain drops crashed and broke me down. How can I be sure I'm me when I have no...