Akira's Box
We missed the sonnet this time, because it was between akira and the dragon. oh, well! i can't write a sonnet into every chapter! you think that just because i'm an actor they're easy for me? c'moooon. i don't even think you guys notice them.
...and thou
He had only known one of the sonnets before, and he looked for it first.
Day's End
This is a sonnet i wrote, and its not about death i can assure you if you dont get it sorry!!!
Autumn Interrupts
It's easy to forget what autumn means In tired lands of sun-stuffed tedium; Assassin breeze the blackfly never weans, The forecast is extremely medium. It's easy to forget those ragged skies Crushed, throttled, splintered by the frigid light ...
Just Be By My Side (sonnet)
()()()()()()()() this is a shakespearian style sonnet that i wrote one day. i was missing my boy friend to death, cause he was asleep, so i figured i would write him this. i hope you all like it, comment?
The Pale Gardener (Poem)
More to come soon (as long as it's not another sonnet, i might die). enjoy!
A Hunter's Anguish (Poetry)
(it's a spencerian sonnet in iambic pentameter if you know the technical stuff). well i hope you like it and have a great day! a hunter's anguish i chase, running as a wind unrestrained, through the forest, the swamp, the endless sea.
Art Exhibition & Gentrification
In a sonnet, for example, i generally have difficulty using alliteration because of the iambic pentameter, so i've learned to start including internal rhymes to improve how each verse reads.
Sonnets and the Sublime
I am in no way claiming the sonnet quoted as my own, it is sonnet 18 by william shakespeare. berthold let himself grin as he watched the wolf dance in the middle of one of the bowls of the skate park.
Blue Sonnet, part 1
.** **casino nights** **"blue sonnet, part 1"** **.o.o.o.** rick glanced across his office at grace holloway. he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed while the female wolf looked at him nervously.
Liminality
A year starts not on January first. The days may hunder but the seasons speak of time's long march, of fast time, slow time. Thirst for "start" and "end" neglects the limen sleek. So, why do some unsubtle sciences forget...
The eighteenth whisker on the left is brown
The eighteenth whisker on the left is brown. I know this after countless nights awake beside you, watching every quiet breath. You puff your whiskers out on every yawn. On longer work-filled days, your whiskers wilt, ...