Painful Solitude Ch.8
No one had ever written him a poem before! he knew he was smiling, probably a huge, stupid smile, but he couldn't help it. zane wouldn't even look at him. "i know, it's terrible," zane finally spoke, folding the poem back up.
V. The violin
The book was a collection of poetry, with the piece she recited being an old midwinter poem. it was about how people trusted on the spirit of winter to turn back the downward spiral of the decreasing length of the day.
The beginning
It's one of the few poems i happened to remember, so i wrote it down and put it up for sale.' 'you made it?' 'yes, i make all these. i mostly do bespoke work, but i also do pre-made stuff as well. poems, inspirational quotes, that sort of thing.'
True Feelings
This was a poem that my love [!["acewolfen"](%5c ""acewolfen"") acewolfen](%5c) wrote for me yesterday while talking on skype. this by far is the sweetest thing i have ever recieved. i love you more than anything my dear [!
So Knotty! (A playful Poem I wrote under the influence of Jager Bombs)
Anyway...take care and enjoy the poem! p.s. shame on you jack! you got me hooked back on jagerbombs you wicked ocelot! lol!_ **so knotty!
Poem: Spirit Leader
In the darkness A wolf steps forward He sniffs the air And howls to his brothers He growls and moves closer He wines and lays down He cowers before To a being or beings unknown His brothers come to help But all cower before A bright...
Ink Blue and Grey
Lying on the cold floorI see nought but the skyBut not stars and moons like usualEven when others see themI never do; I'll never see themI'm not like other peopleAll I see is the ink blue swirlsSeeping slowly into the grey abyssWhy can't others see...
The Myriad of Confusion
Not so much a story as a poem. ^^ ~ the myriad of confusion ~ glyphs of old are herein told, tales whispered and plots unfold mystery's power is but a desire, curse come from the holy fire?
perfume - poem
#7 of poetry collection poem no. 7 oh what have we become you and me were together once so happy and young have you ever lost something so precious that could never be replaced but only to be found years later, when its value has gone to waste now all
my venom - poem
#6 of poetry collection poem no. 6 your lips taste of poison but your words sound so sweet you are my venom snake so sink me with your teeth tear into my flesh and let me feel you deep bite me hard and let me feel you drain into my blood and
The plan is hatched. Part three.
"that poem isn't to his face."she said, looking at me. i looked at the poem again. "would you have me deliver it to him, under your name?" "no!" she said, in slight panic."what if he laughed, or dismissed it?i couldn't."
slutever: a found poem of her words
A found poem made out of messages exchanged with crimsonflowers. her words arranged by me. slutever no one on this earth understand none get me im one woof in a sea of experiential static use it.