Broken Home
#1 of poetry and poems freeform poem i just wrote. it came with many tears. what do you make of a broken family? a motherless home. incompletion, separation, angst and longing. wonder, where is she? did i miss her? yes. was she here?
Omnipocalypse: Reign of Rats: Yeen Queen, Patron Interlude
Mark the freeform essence as an implanted essence, mark the source as from a player. players can craft that stuff, eventually.
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, I thought we were just having fun; Everyone was laughing, But I failed to notice The only one not laughing Was you. I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional, Your adverse reactions seemed in-line With the bit...
The Fox And The Crow
It's also one of the less expensive works i offer, since it's more freeform." kit had to admit, he was curious about it. how would keenan capture the essence of him?
The Interview
As he was no smartphone fiend, ordinarily he would have wiled away the seconds, minutes, perhaps even hours with his trusty notepad and pencil duo, sketching his surroundings or scribbling his thoughts in the form of freeform poetry: alas, the rush he had
Services Rendered
And she just lay there, taking it like a good little hen as the skin-to-skin contact escalated to a full freeform breeding.
Technologic
The trappings of man's design leave me with an addiction, a burning need to flee, to leave this world behind, adrift in a self made fiction as my mind, unchained, feels free.
Deep
I long for dreams of oceans deep, of sailing upon the waves, for t'would mean I've had hours of sleep, instead of thoughts depraved. But to sleep would have my friends away, for they live across the world. Aches are a small price to pay, for...
Born To Be A Warrior.
**Born To Be a Warrior.** "It was so close so many times." Mom says sometimes, all about how I was meant to survive and that there was a meaning with it. That I was special. That I was meant for something big. But if I' am special and meant for...
The Black Dog Meets the Devil
freeform poetry from the introspective collection, black dog, that runs with a folkloric figure that is often associated with misfortune and used as a metaphor for depression.
Tempo
Forward through time, backwards through space, round and round, still I have no place. Moving, stopping, seeking a thrill, or some kind of message that isn't a bill. All of these people to me have no face, as they all go 'bout the great...
Stay With Me Forever
#1 of poetry just a short freeform poem i wrote a while back. nothing to crazy, and it's something to post to get my writing hobby kicked off!