Poetry's Easy and Prose is Powerful: Srsly (My heart was 3)
Because rhyme is one of the very few things prose can do. what prose cannot do is describe anything. don't believe me? okay. let's assume i am describing something to you for the first time.
Swhirlwind
A prose things expressing some emotions from some strange part of my conscious. maybe if i express it, it will go away and i can finally move on to the important part of what i want to say. maybe someone will read this and connect with it and that will make
Butterfly Effect
I had a friend. I introduced myself in summer school. I'm not the kind of guy who does that. He introduced me to RuneScape. In that game, i met a kitsune fox. Kit introduced me to yiff rp. Then, spurring my interest in furries, I harbored my passion...
Move Along
This is a prose thing, expressing some obscure thoughts from some strange corner in my mind. maybe if i write them out, they will be gone and i can finally move on to another strange corner of my psyche.
Unknown
I'm so sorry. I should have been there for you. I should have comforted you. I would have been the person you needed me to be. I would have given you everything I never had. But I wasn't ready. I wasn't prepared to love another. I was dealing with...
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Jen
#1 of fluffybutt prose poems fluffybutt prose poems are written for the furs i've met over telegram. i'll be uploading them throughout the rest of december. i've got about 20 of them so far.
Earth: Prologue
Things exist in the universe that you can barely imagine. Myths and legends can come to life, and fantasy can become reality. Nightmares can live, breathe, and can chase you and your fears. Death, life, war, and peace can all merge into one long,...
I Brake for Nobody!
I see you walking there, no, I don't care. I don't see the walker, or the stroller, not the limp, nor the cane. I couldn't care less if you're late for work, I think nothing of those that are in a rush to get home. I've never understood...
I'm Going Home
Keep it under your pillow, And dream of things you always wanted Keep it under your pillow, And remember things you won't forget. Keep a piece of me with you, And hope we'll meet again.
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.
Broken Wings
Fly, be free. Into the wide world. The bird set off to explore. No pain or fear, just freedom. All over she flew. Wings beating against the wind. Night falls the wolves come out. The bird alights down for a rest. No pain, no fear, just...
Winters-Lament.txt
Winter's Lament by Afril Enrobed in frost, her silver fur twinkling in the cold light, The white maiden does yet jealously guard the moon's passing. Her breath is the North wind, Her touch brings the ice, stopping rivers, covering lakes. At...