sleep
The purple hooded monk has the cure to make me sleep The root it holds so close and dear will clear my active mind Standing in taciturn contemplation toes buried in the ground Taking a bite of the valued root whose juices numb my lips and...
The Muse
Guided by her muses, ciara never had to think about how she was going to find her way home.
The Muse
I'll be your muse today." maia stood in front of the man, and then she started to run her purple and white paws up and down her torso.
The Knight and The Muse
The knight and the muse by laz briar even amongst the shaded halls of zul-zahal, the splintering heat of the red east snaked its way within the stone corridors. yoris never got used to it.
On the Road: The Musings of a Rat
#2 of musings well, time to save my character's sorry skin. as i sit here, watching narissa nurse the water skin like a babe suckles its mother's teet, all i can do is think; how sad.
Matt's Muse
#5 of digimon "matt's muse" * * * matt x weregarurumon * * * matt sighed deeply, looking at the blank computer monitor. he leaned back in his chair, staring at the spinning celing fan.
A Hungry Muse
"looks like i'll have to get the muse." he hated to use it. the muse was a powerful thing, admittedly, but it was addictive and lonely as well. as soon as it was out of the container he put it in, it would want to share and talk and 'play'.
Musings of a Rat: Pas de Deux
#3 of musings i've been wondering, about these two and now is the best time to actually put it down. journal entry 40 i finanly have a moment of peace, who knows how long it will last out here.
A Wild Muse
\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ a wild muse - by kandrel * * * the gentle scratching of pencil across paper was only barely audiable in the silence of keith's room.
Temperance
Anyways, enough musings. let whoever finds this diary, find it.
Musings of a Rat: Love
#1 of musings love, it makes you crazy. love can make you do some stupid things, not to mention downright crazy or dangerous. i watch rust, then narissa, and the only thing that crosses my mind is "what will he do if we are not able to save her?"
Inspire Me
#22 of national poetry writing month some call it a muse. some call it that voice in their head that pops up when they get a great idea for something. i just call it my inspiration. specifically as it applies to my writing and poetry.