Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Midnight
#11 of fluffybutt prose poems description goes here. he comes from a long line of mafia goons. he fights for the justice of his home country's citizen. he boxes blindfolded in representation of his ancestors' missing moral compass.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Zipper
#3 of fluffybutt prose poems always looking for new backstories to write. all around zipper's bedroom lie the anatomy of myriad other species; muzzles, beaks, trunks, wings, hooves, shells, and even antennae can be found.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Vlad
#2 of fluffybutt prose poems for fa: darkerlight99 once the blanket for the cottage of a lonely boy, vladmir cherkovsky now only watches him through his mystic pearl.
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Hugo
#9 of fluffybutt prose poems irish boy. take a dip in the shynimeron sea, and chances are, you'll encounter hugo, a shark not so much interested in munching on intruders than partying all summer long with his fellow inflatable friends.
You, me, and a whole lot of nothin'
So many things to say. But what to say? How to end this day? I, the mouse don't have the heart to pray the hurt away. Eyes on the quaking hamster, you. The one who killed their pastor because you were just a little bit faster. How to say? Something....
Nocturne: Introduction
Fair old Nocturne Across the lands the cities rose like giants, shore to shore. The viral plague of humanity spread over hill and dale. The souls it nurtured ate and drank and lived life to it's full, never doubting what they knew of brick and bone...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Fear
#15 of fluffybutt prose poems for a guy who was very nice to me.
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Peppermint
#13 of fluffybutt prose poems easy to upload here than on fa or weasyl. little is ever seen of peppermint, but the fruit of her labor can be seen in the sparkling, glistening trees of candaroo valley.
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Arya
#8 of fluffybutt prose poems btw these aren't necessarily canon to these furs' backstories. i just went nuts with my artistic license. look, a blustery streak of steam in the sky; it is the flight of arya, soaring from one cloud factory to the next.
Goldenwolf's Edda
So for those who are fans of goldenwolf or ancient epic norse prose poems, or just the insatiably curious, i give you a germanic poem in the style of beowulf or snorri sturlson about passion. please tell me what you think. i love feedback.
An Ire to Inspire
Hope, purity, growth, intelligence or even courage and maybe within these words i could aspire to encourage alas those who've read this far it is hard and yet if it would be easy if i were a bard i would search the lowest lows in search of perfect prose
Poem- I want to fuck you up
#1 of poetry this is just something i wrote a while ago, im a poet mainly but i dabble in prose do you understand how you make me feel?