A Commission Fighting Alkas and the Ticklish Raptor
poets? the content of the long-rumored codex dromaeus was the subject of intense debate - speculation, is what it really amounted to - but i'd find out once i got some quality time alone with it.
Where does everyone fit in Kyruku society?
These are considered the average citizenry, workers, merchants, trades, poets and other some such; the everyday folks who live next door.
Train Compartment
Yeats is kind of cool; like the poet?" kevin asked, pulling out his phone to keep his hands busy as they rolled along. ryu did the same, pulling up a less-attentive game so he wouldn't get distracted. "yeah, my dad was an english major.
Otis: Requiem in Dmin.
An artist, a poet, a last of his kind lost to his mind. a calling of rest soon enveloping leads to trepidations of unfulfillment and mediocre routines.
Lady Marmalade
--lord alfred douglas (1870-1945) british writer and poet. two loves . krystal yawned, rolling onto her side, nuzzling the warm body next to her.
*poem* Just...now
Here's a poem about a never-ending "now", and the poet's duty of catching what is uncatchable.
Having a friend by - (Prose Addendum)
Still, it's more than lovely, and i just had to share it with everyone (with expression permission by the poet himself)! please go stop by and look at more of tristan's work; it's really worth it!
Ragnarok - Prologue
The poets wander witless far away. they lack madness divine. they cannot sing but briefly and of things particular. the world escapes their words.
Pages
#1 of poems a poet i will never be tiz poor and lifeless devoid of perfection pages blank pages upon scribbled i have the pen bleeds my heart but lies pages so many pages blank and arid dry and torn the emptiness it scorns
Milk and Cookies
"silver-tongued like a poet of old," naomi teased. harder bucking from desmond did nothing to surprise naomi, rather making her groan and buck her thick ass back.
Snaklu and the Bandits 2
“you should have been a poet,” the barbarian jests, unpinching the kobold’s nose. with that cock pushing so deep into snaklu’s throat, the freed nostrils are merely a tiny reprieve, as air is still precious and scant. “mm mmm mm mmm mm mm!”
A New Me (Prologue)
I took the title and the name of the protagonist from the latin poet virgil, but everything else is my own. this is just the introduction and it will get more personal after this, but i just wanted to get the concept out there.