"Demons and Martyrs"
#1 of poems just an old poem i wrote a few years ago, that i thought i'd upload here. "can't live, can't die, can't even be allowed a moment to cry. no pain, no gain, even if my tears continue to flow like icy rain. why do i even bother?
Daddy May I
When he turned on the water he was barraged by steaming hot water from all directions, and the fat, 45-year-old bull stretched and inhaled the damp air happily. the heat felt good on his thick hide, and he rubbed it into his glossy black fur.
Xeria
Xeria silently chuckled as she lay under an old wooden desk, listening to senghal mumble to himself. as senghal left the room she slowly slipped out from under the desk and peered out the window.
Pokémon Defenders: Transformed
But can you blame me for just wanting to hear from an old friend?" "an old boyfriend." she spat back. "no. it won't happen." "why must you be so unreasonable? all i want to do is..." "that's it!" amber shrieked.
Poem: My Hell
My heart aches and yearns... waitingWith all the stitches I've had to put in itThe rips and gaps wont seem to healWith what everyone has done to my heart...I wish I could run away from it allThe past the future, I just want to forgetAll this pain and...
Taz And Kyoshi's Life. The True Form of Taz. Chapter 5
The old couple understood, and the woman led the way to the place behind the temple.
A Simple Business Trip
— outside the bus, i stretch my old joints, pushing my fists into my back and hearing a pop. that bus ride wasn't good for me. i'm not looking forward to leaving.
My Wonderful Little Sister- Eviction Notice
I might be twenty, but in my heart i'm still that fifteen year old hopeless romantic, as well as a ten year old prankster, in my mind. quickly i ducked behind the kitchen's island countertop and waited.
A Lover's Lament
Cool Damp A drape of gray The setting sun Painting the heavens Beauty refined A path Weathered Familiar A figure Wandering As if to forget Brown eyes Glistening Woeful Trotting along the path Worn as he The lament of his love...
Truth or Dare
In fact i think an old crush on a guy inspired me to write it.
The storm pt2
I called out to my father as I fastened the last screw on the fence for the young drakes. "Dad! What are you up to?" "I'm just keeping an eye out" he responded rather quickly. I let my forehead hit against the wooden pole thinking to myself...
Between Winters, Part XI
- - - the old maps proved very helpful.