What it means to be...(poem)
What does it mean to be a Furry why should we worry no I'm not sorry why in such a hurry just sit down take a load off What does it mean? sunny skies and cloudy day depression in the pouring rain taking time off your...
Helter skelter (poem)
Helter Skelter flows through a blood river running through my brain,aches and pains heavy metal thunder's what we've come under chills down your spine turn back time feel the ryheme down deep inside nowhere to hide its your pride stand your...
Sonnet #1: Insomnia
Shall I lay sleepless each and ev'ry night, And burn with moonlit lust to dream again? Shall I then write by fading candlelight With mind and soul assailed by constant din? The moon shines down through lonely window panes As if to mock my...
The Traveler's Mile
The man walks the lonely mile though he's buried six feet under he will be here for a while his death is no peaceful slumber The poor soul's life is said and done his friends and family payed respects the road ahead is not fun for many scholars...
Do you believe in love stories?
* * * We met by happenstance. A lucky roll of the dice. All because of a person, with a heart made of ice. He broke us both, then left us alone. I had felt, that I had been turned to stone. But there you were. As miserable as I. We found...
The Lion King(poem)
This is a poem that i wrote for a small assingment i am the king of the jungle, i kill where i please, i rule the kingdom with so much ease, i show my intelligence by hunting with my pride, i pick my prey using tactic, teamwork and skill, fighting side
Namenlos
#2 of poems ein durchaus provokantes gedicht, das möchte ich nicht leugnen. doch ist dies ein bewährtes mittel um andere zum nachdenken anzuregen. **namenlos** hör nun endlich auf zu fleh'n, werd' sonst alleine weitergeh'n.
Loveless.
Just a poem written on feelings.... i look around me, online to see people with happiness, love, and glee. i wish i could find someone like that, for me.
Rosa
Just a quick attempt at a short poem in latin. please correct me on any mistakes i have made. i expect several, as i've only just completed latin ii in high school, but, who knows, maybe i did a good job.
Poem: Gurgle, Part 1
My first vore poem! boil, bubble, churn and struggle. beat against my straining heart. die in heartbeats like a candle. melted part by stinking part. die alone in brutal terror. die as your predator gasps.
The Demon Inside Me
#2 of poems everybody has their bad days. today just happens to be mine.
Lives of the Undead
You guessed it, another zombie poem. i wrote this after watching the mid-season premiere of the walking dead. best show ever!!! **lives of the undead** their soulless eyes, their rotten skin the stench of death that reeks within.