Into the Depths Part 7
I only care when things around me and things in me break down. the lesson i can learn is the one i should have listened to from myself from the first suggestion of it when i started writing it. this is, why do others need to know it?
New Feelings: Entry #2: Oh life, why hath thou forsaken me?
Instead, i did the next dummest thing; i texted him again, for a last time, simply asking : **dude....u there?** once more, nothing. "well," i thought to myself, "at least i'll have something to write about in my journal tonight."
Aberration, Part 5 - Chaos Ensues
It's too unwieldy for me, but it may have just the thing i need to finish my macana. i pop open the detached magazine to find it still fairly full.
At Five Years End Finishes Yesterday
This is a poem about the passage of time and the things we let slip away from us. a bit of an abstract one with a theme that was and is still fitting because this year has flown by. for better and for worse. originally posted in may 2024.
A Child's Folly
I sometimes miss being a kid, but i also wonder how exactly i survived the whole thing. marching men in rows meet inglorious ends as a boy carelessly sends them all to heated bowls.
The night of dragons
_ _one of those nights where the only things you want to hear are the light breeze of the wind that gently touches your wings and your song, your rhythm, the beat of your strong heart.
Things Happen
Being unable to move, there were certain things a body has to do which there was absolutely no way for me to be able to do with any degree of comfort, the sort of things that one goes to a particular place assigned for such things.
The Little Things
"aren't they the most splendid things you've ever had bestowed to you?" asked the madam, lightly stroking her partner's paw that rested on her shoulder. he stroked her ears with his free paw and replied, "indeed. yet they are more than just splendid.
The Start of things
"and another thing is that you need to relax. i don't really think of the slaves i buy as slaves, but instead just house guests that i can order around, among other things." amanda smiled slightly before continuing.
The Little Things
#22 of poetry, both old and new it's always the little things, that either make us feel joy, anger, fear or pain. it's always the little things that make us want to find them again. it's always the little things that set you off.
The "Tail" of Kiyoshi
"what is the last thing your remember from your fight?" "the last thing that i am able to remember is being punched by ryuu. after that all i remember is waking up here. how long was i out for?"
Your Name Is: Skúmálfar - Chapter 01
The huntsman knows everything this thing says is a riddle or some esoteric nonsense, reasoning with it is useless, but she couldn't help but try one thing, one last time.