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...
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....
A Colorful Life Story - poetic story
This is a story, very personal to me. It's the history of me and how I came to be. It's a long one, and I'm feel generous, I'll tell you the story behind my conception. I shall begin with my parents. An odd pair if there ever was such a thing....
A Colorful Life Story - poetic story
This is a story, very personal to me. It's the history of me and how I came to be. I'll try to keep it brief for the audience and myself. There are many things that I don't wish to share. I shall begin with my parents. An odd pair if there ever...
Lost in My Lover's Embrace - poetic story
To know there can be love, In the most intimate of scenes, Comforts my heart as I curl beside you. My head rests on your chest, Your fur is soft between my fingers. My nose is filled with your scent. Your sweetness fills me with desire. You've...
Les Citrus, Pt. II
#22 of poetry c.2019 the continuing, second-part poetical story of a hypothetical orange farmer. les citrus (ii) * * * here i am for another day, a chance for just a chance; everyone has gone to pray, but i'm stuck in a trance.
Seeking Justice: An Ashley and Rachel Poetic Short story
#5 of untouchable seeking justice: an rachel and ashley poetic story combing through the satin tresses of her hairs which in public could illicit hateful stares i kiss the shapely curve of her cheek the sleeper shifts the bed with a squeak
A Writer's Perdicament
I can write well, i've seen it myself, but only in poems or poetic stories, anything else is just... what ever you want to call it: piece of shit, shitty, crap, crappy, terrible, horrible, so on and so forth.