Lost
#3 of poetry lost in my thoughts, nowhere to go, i couldn't escape, i found myself trapped. sometimes, the best way to get out of it, is to share it. to write, talk, draw, express yourself. lost and alone, i howl to the moon.
Lost In The Dark
I woke with a start and found my gaze completely empty. No light, no shadow, just dim, unending grey. I turned left, then right. Nothing. Endless void. "Hello?" I called out, my voice immidiately dying off as though eaten by the...
In Thought
As much as I can hold to hate the things that I do, I hate what I've become out of my past actions. Love has torn me apart from the inside out and broke me down. As life goes on, I start to find no point in rebuilding on soiled grounds. Consistency; a...
Life is but a mystery.
Life is but a mystery. The vision of this generation is clouded by technology. This generation will not realise the purpose until they lay upon thier bed of death. Then and only then, they will realise. "What have i done with my life? Have i...
Poem #45: Imagination
Without thought life cannot be created and hollow death is left let the three intertwine water, blood, and ink material, substance, and idea give birth to imagination.
Poem #9: The Question Why
_The Question Why_ Love has no love Death has no end Life is not living Honesty isn't truth Justice is unfair Nature is civilized Organized into chaos Sanity drives the insane Body fueled by mind To befriend an enemy Pay the cost for freedom...
Some Thoughts About Myself, Humanity, And Furries.
Yes, I do think that we can be boisterous, overly bold, and write shaggy-dog stories. Yes, I do think that we are longing, lustful humans, many of which have been deprived of company for far too long. Some of us can be mean, cruel, teasing, taunting,...
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Figments of My Reality (Poetry)
Figments of My Reality A sea of broken traffic lights, The lone flag in the distance, The slowly setting sun: All figments of my reality. I can't count the times When my heart was crushed: It feels too constant. Too steady, too easy. It all...
Flux (Poetry)
Tried experimenting with having four syllables per line for some reason: i thought it had an interesting effect. the banks empty: lost, forgotten. there never was anything there. could i step once over that mount?
Wait (Poetry)
Wait What was I to do? Wouldn't it all have been in vain? So all I did was...Wait. I was feeling blue. It all was always the same. Could I do anything but...Wait? That's all I knew. I knew I couldn't handle the pain. Shouldn't I...
Making furries a reality...
This is a rigorous thought experiment though, with years of thought put into it, and thus, should be rather close to a full on peer reviewed and published paper, just without the peer review or publication.