TFS
#7 of poetry and poems the feelings sounded, based on the vents of thursday friday and saturday leading into spring break. it's long over with now but damn that killed my vibes over break.
Potion Cat: Witching Hour
Since the beginning of the conception of what a witch was and was not, there had been certain rituals and processes in order to introduce a new member into the fold. Largely, those rituals and processes were old and as useful as the pages they were...
Loneliness
Loneliness By Smokey Digsby LONELINESS I often hear people talk about loneliness but not in the sense of which it should be used. I am here to explain what loneliness is. **TRUE LONELINESS** True loneliness is finding out that a someone close to...
Quicksilver
Not all ancient evils must be from forgotten historical times, buried within antediluvian vaults. An 'ancient' malevolent force may be brand new, it is merely the attributes and aesthetic surrounding it that grants it such a title. The accoutrement of...
To a Suffering Soul - short poem
This is another little vent piece. i hate it when those close to me feel alone and helpless. it's sometimes very difficult to reassure people that this just isn't true. this poem goes out to anyfur that is feeling this way or down in any other ways.
I'll Put On Black In Mourning
venting .____. i'm making a collection of all my past, present, and future rants relating to one specific asshole.
Again
Days past since he'd broken up... Songs lingering in his heart... His tail swished from side to side, as he meandered the moonlit streets, remembering the places they'd walked... the laughs they'd shared... He'd always had a habit of singing when he...
Casual Hatred Flung This Way
A poem i wrote well over a year ago to vent about then current events, still feels relevant especially with certain patterns and things i see pop up now and then.
Warm Up - 10 | Company
**Warm Up - 10 | Company** There was a sun high up on the purple sky, yet below it was a black hole within its vortex. Two anthropomorphic animals sat between the two. Distant enough that it didn't burn them nor sucked...
Fenrisúlfr
Woe to the things that must face upon me, for I am the powerful and royal of all hircines. I destroy that which tread lost in the mountains, and that which is so very unfortunate as to fall into my hand. I am the embodiment of greed and pride, but no...
Alone
I look through the void a window in time asking myself what to do? all of the things that I have done, . have taken their toll on my feverish brood. This is a role that I can not accept, a daunting ring of the past will I go on in my sickening pace...
Grim Outcomes
#13 of short stories/ personal work not really a story, per say, but more of me venting through my creative writing. with a lot of things stressing me out from many different directions, it's sort of left me thinking about things too much.