Preamble of a Straitjacket...
**Preamble of a Straitjacket... Pt 1** The tidel wave of beeps and clicks From all the phones and computers Sound like it's World War two in here, Which could cause anyone to crack, It feels like my whole world is stuck Inside one...
Why
?Why? Why have you done this? This terrible thing, a strife to last the ages, or what little left of them. You know what I mean, you the spinner of fate and fortune. This blunder, a reminder of your unwanted intervention, has scared so many and ruined...
Poetic Justice (Pt2)
"Hmph." Misty grunted, looking down at her very blue victim, throwing the bloodied towel on his soaked chest. She picked up her rusted machete and turned to where the Bayleef had once been, only to find him missing. She glanced around at her...
Poetic Justice (Pt1)
"call it poetic justice!" she shouted over the choking and gurgling. she glanced at her hands, which was drenched in red all the way up to her elbows.
The Deadman
"the deadman" is a poetical piece i wrote years ago was my first attempt of bringing that spine chilling feel into my poetical works.
An Unexpected Date - poetic story
Standing in front of the mirror, is Skyler. An albino hamster with short, green hair. She scans her reflection. Searching heavily for flaws in her appearance. "My clothes look good. My fur is clean and neat. I freshly dyed my hair yesterday. I...
An Early Discovery - poetic story
A walk through the woods, That's how the day started. The day that my priorities shifted. I remember the scents, The wildlife and plants. The leaves rustling in the wind, Brushing past my silvery fur. My eye catches a strange patch of trees....
I wither besides the lush flower bed
A poetic form that i wanted to share with those people here :3, it's of the european poetic form: ballade.
The Anger Poem
As old as time As high as the star As magnificent as belligerent As black as coal These creatures of Earth Have been agitating the ground since the very first lore. - "CURSE, CURSE those blasphemous apes," they roared "For eons, mother has...
I need a Miracle
I need a miracle even more beautiful than the poetic death of a true gothic, is finding a more poetic life in love. the painting finished, i was willing to die. the pool of blood had already flowed, and i merely needed to rest in it.
Of beginnings and endings in Venleaux Villa
It was here, in this room, my father died, end coming to him reclined upon the sofa, infection consuming his body as he bled post op on the fine leather seating. The doctor and his nurse had come to Venleaux Villa to see after him, to operate on the...
Continued Exchange, Part 8
I came up with this with my old protégé in mind (it certainly would've been poetic) but i guess you'll do." simba looked at bambi, puzzled but all bambi did was shrug.