Nightmare's Wings
Just your standard poem about sleepless nights, insomnia, nightmares, and the like. i wanted to play around with some darker imagery, since i tend to be a romantic and wordsworth my way into a plethora of natural description and praise.
The Blind Rabbit (a poem)
#7 of poems . the blind rabbit couldn't see. and it lamented that it would never know anything and everything of the world of light. it cursed its fate, it cursed its name, blind from what it surmised as a cruel joke of fate.
Reset Not Restart (a poem)
#4 of poems the siren drowned me today. well, just got to cough the water out of my lungs and swim again tomorrow. friendly reminder that there is a difference between "i am a failure" and "i have failed". i hope you always think in the later.
Growth
This poem is a vignette that features the unrequited desires of an eager chaser and the chub of his dreams. with thought and care he makes his way around - a joyous mood with which he saunters through.
Curiosity
This poem is a vignette that features a chance encounter between an eager, kinky cat chaser and an pudgy pig with an enormous presence.
Poem #60: You
We were told to write a poem that exemplified what we were passionate about. i wrote a poem about realizing who you are and accepting that fact. it's important to be proud of who you are and to never try to change that. i hope you enjoy.
The Grey (Poem)
That poem i hope to post, it has an intriguing backstory, and is one of the more frightening poems i have ever written. this poem is a rarity for me, i almost never write haiku's, as i dont care for limiting myself to lines and meter.
"Found Poem": Vanishing Hopes
So i thought i'd make a found poem-- normally used from lines from books, but since music means a lot to me, i figured instead i would use lyrics from some of my favorite bands.
To Be a Brother
It is for you i this poem's wrote, being there kept me afloat. i love you more than words could tell, if i tried i know i'd fail. so with this final and closing thought, thank you brother for the happiness you have brought.
Love can be dangerous. . .
Just a poem/story/ranting thing i did because i had the feeling to do it. love can be a dangerous thing, not knowing fully who you are with, being together from a distance that seems to be to far to overcome.
You are not a rock! (a poem)
#2 of poems for kris, who reminded me that there is much joy and happiness to be found even in the darkest times!
The Rebel
#1 of fursonems this is an archetypal poem in dactylic hexameter about my mate's snow leopard fursona in a style that i've taken to calling a fursonem.