The Empty Plate
** The Empty Plate ** An Empty Platter A Room Full of Nonsense Political Chatter The chatter helps nothing A splatter of food is all that really matters Land that we...
hey found my old poetry from waaaaaaaayyyyyyyy back when
love Dreams are lost and love is found to be held on high and brought in tight my heart is held by your voice's sound and then comes the night waltz waltz with me on the wings of darkness I will be your light Allow me to slay your sadness And...
the wolf
#2 of poetry more of my old poetry the wolf there stands my wolf softly in the midnight air ebony with fur as soft as the moon light i know him not by nights snare but by the dream that lies in there there walks my wolf in the dawn air
Every time I fall
#3 of poetry i found my old poetry notebook from my creative writing class in high school. they were very rough, but there were a few good bits here and there.
Underwolf
#3 of stories some old poetry i wrote. his fur matted in thick red blood from the battle that he had not won, the victor pacing around him in a circle as he laughs and called it fun.
A Flame in your heart:: Ch. 1 A New Sun Rises pt 1
I have slowly started finding all my backed up cd's of my old poetry and stories. so expect more sections and chapters soon.~ "sera!" serach groaned and rolled over, the old wood creaking in protest beneath her.
The Library
Passing a louder hush of whispers and into the usually calm and quiet books of old poetry so little used, he found a big comfy chair in the back with a lamp. flopping softly down, no dust flew up.
Werecorgi [M / TF / SFW]
Steven pedaled idly, his mind wandering over old poetry. _her smile was as the morning sun_, he thought to himself. _lazy and slow and, as it dawned, it set her cheeks aglow.
Coyote-Coyote
The ones who hired her would loot the tomb with the minimum degree of care required--pry the silver off the wall in blocks, and send it to whichever private collections were willing to pay for millennia-old poetry.
Christie's Memories
"how bout i read some of mom's old poetry, eh arbok?" that brought out an even greater shiver and louder growl. if being horny could be measured from one to ten, i could only get arbok to a nine. it took mom's poetry to push him that last step.
The Dragon In The Dungeon: How Far We Fall
The old poetry book i had you give the bird to bring him, for example. yet i knew valyrym well enough to know what would keep him going in that hole. and i knew it was not me." kylaryn stared at her son a moment. "it was you.