Stockade
Yeah this is a typical example of my half-assed writing. Enjoy it, or find somethin' else that whacks your meat better. M/M/m zoo, spooge. yadda yadda, if you don't like NC sex between fictional furry chars, don't read mah fuckin story ^\_^ I...
Broken
Deeper beneath the water The hands that hold me down Can you save your daughter Or will you let me drown? The anger that's inside you A pain you share with me When fear and wonder in my eyes Is plain for you to see When all the lies you...
Dear Heartbreaker
The broken will always be able to love harder than most. dear writer. damaged people love. dear writer. you are broken and damaged.. love will come. dear writer. never alone in this insane world.
I had a place at your side
I used to be there by your side Now I can't handle this great divide The separation of our souls What is cold was once burning coals Your gentle touch your harsh claws I endured it all to be held in your paws Your strict discipline it was...
The Long Ago Truth
"GET A FUCKING JOB OR GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS HOUSE!!!" my father screamed at me "BUT IM IN SIXTH FORM!" i screamed back, only to receive a slap in the face "If you don't get a job young lady you will be kicked out!" my mother complained at me. She...
Poem of a broken heart #2
?''for the longest of times, i imagined your smile, your eyes, your love, in my mind and in my heart, i imagined you in my dreams loosing myself, gazeing into your eyes, watching you smile. i imagined your love, your sweet sweet love, from...
Love is False Hope
To some love is blind To most affection is fine But to me love is false, Being is a lost hope And hope is affection In a loveless life What is there to hold Where does a husk Go to find hope, Where does an empty existence Go to find...
The Broken Woman
The beginning. You're born, you live, you die. That is life. That is the fundamental essence of life. Just like stories: we have a beginning, a middle, and an end. It's the middle, yes, the middle, that has the most life in it. So many tales from the...
a poem from a broken heart
''three years my heart had been, three years my heart had longed, three years my heart has weeped, three years it has grown, and in three years it has shown. love only grows, never shall it fade or diminish, no time or distance shall keep it at...
Thinking of you...
When something new or unknown happens, I grab for my phone, A smile on my face, Loud bouts of laughter is worse-case, As I look at the device, I have to think twice, As my smile fades a little at a time, My best friend won't be at the end of...
We are broken
Its too late There is a hole in our heartsYou try to explain why we are brokenDo you know the truth between us.The world sees us as the weakBut you and me see each other as the strongWhatever they say nowWill never harm you and meOr so we thoughtThey...
In the Crowd
David worked his way to the edge of the gathered mass of people, his heart beating painfully and a wriggling anxiety worming in his gut. He was alone here, despite the hundred or so citizens milling about in the square. They all had a festive air about...