Luck of the draw CH 2.
"its not the same he's not old," i retort. "old?," cupid asks offended. "not old just, not young," i say as nice as possible. to be continued...
"Demons and Martyrs"
#1 of poems just an old poem i wrote a few years ago, that i thought i'd upload here. "can't live, can't die, can't even be allowed a moment to cry. no pain, no gain, even if my tears continue to flow like icy rain. why do i even bother?
Removed Edit--A Life In College
"old inside joke," i say, waving it off. renaldo smiles a little. "mind if i spend the night in your dorm?" he asks.
Never Alone (Poem)
--This was a poem I wrote quite some time ago. I was in a rather iffy mood when I wrote this - took about 15 minutes-- Some hate loneliness Some crave it. Some desire it. Some require it. Some are never alone Sometimes, they keep sides of...
Curse To Blessing
An old chakat deals with hir old age curse to blessing by admiral q based
The Wind Sings
#1 of poetry/prose an old piece of poetry that has been floating in my head again. **whispers... soft and unnoticable. can you hear the stories it tells? of ethereal places of legends hidden from the world.
A Lover's Lament
Cool Damp A drape of gray The setting sun Painting the heavens Beauty refined A path Weathered Familiar A figure Wandering As if to forget Brown eyes Glistening Woeful Trotting along the path Worn as he The lament of his love...
AJ, the Dingo Cowboy in the Old West
The prompts for this story were name: aj species: dingo descriptor: cowboy setting: old west other: wears a cowboy hat, he's neutral/goodish, and he's kind of stubborn. aj, the dingo cowboy in the old west by finn panther a whiskey on the rocks.
Poker Face
"if i didn't know any better, i'd say you've developed a conscience, old boy," he said with a british accent. "ain't no fun taking candy from a baby, hoss. i like to _earn_ my money," the lizard answered.
He Lurks
You've Probably seen him walking somewhere as though nothing can touch him. He pretends to be happier than everyone else. He is at times outspoken other times reserved. You look upon him and wonder what he is thinking. You pretend not to...
The Empty Plate
This is an old poem i wrote back in 2017 for a poetry contest. i didn't come close to winning i'm pretty sure and i've never really posted this before so i thought i would now.
A Field of Scarlet Red Flowers
Hours they're going to be beautiful and be the brightest shade of red rose, flamingo flowers, lilies and more all arranged in a massive flower bed i need something new to see, a different type of red i was a fighter once but now that old