Just My Imagination
And as long as the cheetah would go on writing his poetry, he knew that he would continue to read it. another video flashed in his mind.
The Sea of Beige
I'm not really into poetry so i don't know how good it is, i don't even really read poetry that much (except for percy shelly and t.s. elliot). i would greatly appreciate feed back on this so please comment or do something.
Chaos 32 Prologue
The way that tony has the armament set up really is poetry in motion, even though it is a deadly kind of poetry it has saved our asses more than once.
Where Hope May Fly (Bleach)
I had another poetry dream, and it had the same theme. the more i look into what i hear in my dreams the more i'm lead to stories from the orient and.... from home.
kiss of the dragon part 2
, he looked on and if he did write poetry then he was very good at it, then stephanie came in, oh sorry david that's my work your new thing flashed and i read it and then i found this site and now i have somewhere to write my poetry sorry, that cool just tell
Triumph and Tragedy (A battle ballad)
Anyway, here is my first attempt at what may or may not be considered poetry.
The World is Outside
Oh, to show it, to make poetry. make poetry. right now. " ... please," benji whispered, his eyes closed, panting on his wife's shoulder. she was a few inches taller than him.
Cloudy Waters Mansion - Part 3
The fox wrote a lot of poetry back when he was still in middle school, and he was usually the one to write poems or stories for in the school newspapers.
Flowers of the Lily Nymph 1
To write on the ways of the fey is tricky, for their mating habits are much more a study of poetry than anatomy. and just like any poetry, it can be a beautiful sonnet, a bawdy limerick, or discordant trash.
The Library
It's the least i could for a fellow so dedicated to their students as to try and insert poetry so directly into their psyche." happily, tyler elicited another smile to his satisfaction.
Troubadours
I, uh ... " "it's hard to speak continuous poetry," she said for him, reading his thoughts, "when you're so fixated on wanting to act," she offered, "the poetry out." a swallow. "act it ... out," he breathed, nodding in quiet affirmation.
end of the line (a tale of depression)
And well he told her what i wrote in previous letters for death, about how a certain bitch was responsible for making me feel so unwanted, how i never felt love because every time i tried i was shot down for the more pretty girl, how i was mocked for my poetry