Thoughts Chelonian: a poem
**thoughts chelonian** _by altivo overo (copyright 2017)_ ten hundred hundred times the wandering sun has darkened, vanished without trace, returned; and though my time grows short at least i know my life is writ in arcane symbols turned into th'enspiraled
After Much Thought
"no, malie obviously means a lot more to you than i thought. i should have asked a long time ago instead of assuming..." she was relieved to still have parker, though, and wanted to see him. "you wanna grab a coffee today?"
Wasted thoughts of you
But she had no interest in him he thought. she was out of his league. but she was beautiful. her almost reddish brown fur, the deep black points on her body. he thought of the large point of her large ears.
A never fading thought
If i thought for just one moment that your touch would be the last i'd feel, i'd embrace you and know that this has all been real. if i thought for just one moment that my heart would beat its last beat.
Deaf-erences...
Diversity a thought too far, excuse takes place over reasoning untouchable above the clouds better choices lose to voices choosing to silently scream below those ever listening under shrouds singular, cellular, systematic thoughts grow & show so very
Hashing Things Out
"if you two are the same species, i understand things a lot less than i thought i did." "i am female," says randa, "but this is not my body." she reaches out and picks up one piece of a collar and gestures with it.
Cohabitation - April
He wasn't today, but that didn't make it any more comfortable - it was like watching an invalid try to eat, jake was so slow about it and dragged it out so long, lyle rather thought he wouldn't manage it.
Zoolatry - A Short Story About Us
The 'thing' everyone else thought was me, that wasn't. but even if i had to take a break from looking at 'her', i could at least look at other things. it was idolatry, in the everyday. cheating human-ness, for brief moments at a time.
All for one, One for All
The hill nears, marking his final destination, or at least he'd thought. the man cheers, embarking on his carnal resignation, or so he's been taught. alas the glorious sight, the end he'd been looking for.
Innocence of Youth
Wherein does a boy become a man? What magical rite transforms an adolescent boy to a blooded man? Must he journey to stars end and battle vast spiraling entities to secure his place. Or must the child accept his own truth and be the man he wishes to...
Don Quixote Complex
I have heard a dying man sing out his last breath I have eaten fire, and drunk water I have watched our world be devoured, mountains, oceans, and all I have fought a great many battles with naught but words I have seen the face of unspeakable...
The Cost of True Peace 1
Before him, an image appeared, or at least he thought. it was a strange sensation, the form that he thought he saw, he somehow knew was not their, just the idea, that she was their.