Gotta Catch 'Em All...? (Vore)
:p also, this poem is all me.
For you, my Heart; for you, my Soul
So, i've finaly found enough self-confidence to post one of my poems, it is an old one, but it is a poem, i think. to warn you, this is like a highly concentrated injection of sugar, so be prepared.
Collection of Love Poems
Just a few poems i wrote for my now ex boyfriend. though i'd publish them, nothing else to do with them... the first poem is based off of a picture that i'll post. it's not mine, and i have no rights to the picture itself.
Sage's Story: Part 4, A Bonding Bath and A written Night
This is the poem that i wrote.
Poem: Repeating
A boy, a girl a hope, a dream a giver, a taker a leader, a slave a want, a fear a push, a fall a hit, a flee a protector, a stalker a fight, a death a take, a struggle another hit, another fall another death, another flee same...
Morning poem
I woke today with throbbing head, Not alone here in my bed, By my side a figure lay, A sweet surprise to this new day. A strange gal in only her fur, Had appeared here earlier, I went to bed alone last night, To wake up not was quite a...
Poem: Predators
I thought I found me the perfect match I thought I found me the perfect catch With eyes so green and hair so brown He showed me his picture and I fell to the ground He's the cutest boy I ever met Too bad I found him while surfing the net He...
Coyote (Poem)
The wilderness has been long forgotten, And all that remains is the desert. The coyote wanders this desert, but he does not fear. Food will come in its time. Water will come later. I seek this coyote, in the desert, in this dry plain. I seek...
Poem - Egality
Egality, Egality, was once the heavy dream As humankind, from history, progressed, Equality had trickled through society, and raised A second levied fight for the oppressed. This long campaign, the cause where all our years were bound, ...
Pawprints (a poem)
#1 of poems creativity flows in and out me today! many holes in the sand and here's where i dig mine. to bury away the past i fear and make it hard to find. but the sand cares not for what i feel nor what i hide away.
"Submit" (a poem)
"Submit" I've come up with the idea. I've thought about it. I've planned it out. I've outlined it. " Submit" I've typed the words. I've told the story. I've penned the dialogue. I've written it. "Submit" I've reread...
[unnamed poem]
Silence. he sits at his desk, his desk. He can remember every detail. The manager tells him what he needs to do. But does he need to? He gets it done, only after hours of procrastination. The manager is proud with his false initiative. The...