The Empty Plate
** The Empty Plate ** An Empty Platter A Room Full of Nonsense Political Chatter The chatter helps nothing A splatter of food is all that really matters Land that we...
hey found my old poetry from waaaaaaaayyyyyyyy back when
love Dreams are lost and love is found to be held on high and brought in tight my heart is held by your voice's sound and then comes the night waltz waltz with me on the wings of darkness I will be your light Allow me to slay your sadness And...
the wolf
#2 of poetry more of my old poetry the wolf there stands my wolf softly in the midnight air ebony with fur as soft as the moon light i know him not by nights snare but by the dream that lies in there there walks my wolf in the dawn air
Every time I fall
#3 of poetry i found my old poetry notebook from my creative writing class in high school. they were very rough, but there were a few good bits here and there.
Underwolf
#3 of stories some old poetry i wrote. his fur matted in thick red blood from the battle that he had not won, the victor pacing around him in a circle as he laughs and called it fun.
The Library
Passing a louder hush of whispers and into the usually calm and quiet books of old poetry so little used, he found a big comfy chair in the back with a lamp. flopping softly down, no dust flew up.
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.