A Waking Nightmare
This is jus a little poem i wrote whilst sitting in the dark and thinking about my past. i tried to desrcribe in poem form what occaisionally happens to me while i'm alone. hope you guys liked it! please comment and rate!
When My Brethren Call
Not a single bit of regret remains, i leave my past behind. no longer locked to an ungrateful body, allowed the freedom to run where i wish. part of the pack, part of the family, i can no longer feel alone. i feel strong. i feel free.
It needs work.
I am not proud of my past. but the person who i am now will forever last. i like to bring a smile to my friends' faces. even though it is hard to create some even paces. yes i know i am short. but if you give a damn you can deport.
Move-meant...
Long before my time, i keep emotions close at heart dependent on the dim lighting i reach out for someone i've been mentally fighting beside a bed as breath is taken so sure i think back at my sickness, & how i seem to have found a cure deleted from my
As I Watch
Is this retribution from my past or is this some curse that has forever to last all of the venomous words i said will forever be replayed in my head.
random poem
I feel like my heart is missing from my chest, i cant feel it beating any more, i can only feel the heaviness of my female areas which define what and who i am.. uncared fore and un changed yet i look through the mists of my past, trying to find my
Inside myself
..... it's....my blood colored grandfather clock im running out of time...to knock i have nothing i am nothing but a mysterious slime, that's anything but a shock because i can't cry all because of my past crimes but
Dusk's Adventure day 1
Lumen: i'm a jirachi so i'm really old, but most my past is just sleep. when awake, i would grant wishes for a week and go back to sleep.
Poem of the past at last.
I know i will be looking on the future and ever making my past look like breakable glass, smashing through it so i can be happy at last.
My dream in story form... Atleast I think it's a dream
Found some of my past pets... i was scared as he approached me again, this time saying "you shouldn't be here, but once again, i will reverse the sins you have made..."
Histoire
The ghosts of my past fathers call and ask that i impart that which is sacred; the knowledge of the past lives of this house. the butler and his many masters. the maid and her many beds she has made.
A drunken life pt.1
Gone, i finally find peace in a mess of a mind spreading a thought a mile long, i walk slow into the meaning as i lose my way, i mumble a verse of pain instead of singing slowly i lowly fall into another i don't care waking shaking in a cold alleyway, my