Determined
#1 of hound's poetry corner this is a poem i came across while thumbing through an old spiral of mine. i don't recall when i wrote it, or what was going through my head at the time, but something struck me when i reread it.
The Hounds
He drove away from the scene, full tilt, and i hung out the window and fired at any hound that seemed to come close. the scattered shot seemed to do nothing to them.
The Hound
She could barely see through the tears clouding her vision, she tripped heart stoping as the hounds caught her. she froze the hounds growling menacingly snapping there teeth at her, waiting for there masters command.
Lay Me Down
#3 of hound's poetry corner this is a poem i wrote for the love of my life. i have been through a lot emotionally the past several months, so i put some of those down to this. enjoy! terrible dreams stir me, flocking through the callosum.
Discernably Ludicrous Issue 1
"hound," i mustered, forcing my head to turn from my would-be assailant. "my name is hound." "well hound, i am going to have to ask that mr. dig and i have the room. you understand?"
The Lovable Feral
Due to being a time hound he is also human in the way we are both sapient and sentient. this means unlike a normal feral. he can speak with other's he deems part of his pack whether or not they are a time hound.
Just A Thought
#6 of hound's poetry corner so here is the promised, wholly unrelated, poem i mentioned in my haiku's description. it might have a point, maybe not. my ultimate point was to force out a poem by repeating the title, and core line, over and over again.
A New Promise
#2 of hound's poetry corner so, i'm really not sure what to think of this one folks. i know i have posted a few things that have come out of nowhere, but this is entirely out of left field for me.
Hold On
#5 of hound's poetry corner hey there! my first upload in months! oh mah gawd! okay, that hurt me to type. anyway, this is a free verse thingy that i spat out just now, and i couldn't think of a title.
Through The Pass - Part 1
Night is as it had been since Michael first arrived nearly ten years ago: cold and quiet. It's the little moments like this that Michael loves the most about the countryside. The city is always moving too fast to care about anyone that happens to live...
Conversation Practice - 1
hound's ears perk up, leading into a broad smile. poking scruffy's muzzle lightly, hound scoffs, "you." "what," scruffy asks, chuckling to himself and staying put with the fox poking his nose.
Hunted - Part One: The Crash
"well, into the void," hound said aloud, sliding down the plane's wing and onto the white mountain. that whole thing, hound figured, must have been about four hours ago.