Trick or Treat: Chapter 7 (Patreon Premium)
Set in the crook of her arm was a book of dark poetry that she had been making her way steadily through. she intended to finish it while staking out a spot in her favorite place of the city.
Trotting in the Snow by Alpha Wolfio
#2 of poetry a poem i originally wrote in june 2020. the horse, neigh, the equus ferus caballus, trotted through the snow for all to know that they have a beautiful mane, that makes the crowd go insane.
Part One: Cold Shoulders, but a Warm Smile
"yeah, i like to write poetry and stuff. i've been told by a few people i was good at it and i like to think i have some talent in it."
A Limerick for Domhnall.
#4 of poetry another limerick i did. this time, for a friend. there once was a domhnall gawain who came to play in the rain he fell in a puddle and lost his best muddle and ran to that country named spain
lust (11/10/11)
My poetry what is lust, some say its a crutch, others say its to much, some say its a sin, others say its in, some think it a vice, others think it nice, some lust for life, i just live for lust,
The Journey
#10 of poetry . the journey lonely little leaf falls to the wild river then into the sea. overturned by wind, the oak tree caught in ice, roots grasping at air. petals push the earth away, shedding light on the heart of the lotus.
A perfect plan? Or Cupid's nightmare?
Admittedly, if gerard hadn't mentioned the fact he knew about her poetry, we'd still be down there, but this is the second best result." we landed about five miles from the villa, and teleported to the air-base.
self perception - poem
#1 of poetry collection poem no. 1 if only i could show you if only you could see if only you knew i want you to believe you are better than whatyou know what you think and see better than the self you perceive to be
Red Rose , Black Rose
#2 of poetry one of my first poems they were beautiful, so full of life and happiness, red roses black roses a sad but true symbol of death, beautiful even after; the fall of something nice, black rose red rose both beautiful in there
Conflicted
#1 of poetry just one cut, one cut to ease my pain.. please... let me do this.. this one thing.. i can't do this anymore.. it hurts too much.. can i move..? is this a cry for help..? i don't want this.. this pain..
pretty ribbons - poem
#5 of poetry collection poem no. 5 we weren't made of pretty ribbons we weren't a happy thing we were a tied up mess a relationship made of string loose buttons and badly sewn barley hanging by a thread though little had i known our relationship was
Feel good!
#2 of poetry good morning! feel content every once and a while, distract yourself from stress and sorrow, fake a smile, eventually it will get there, you think it's all going south but then something great happens, or it doesn't but c'mon!