Okay, I guess you have read enough to realize that I normally write about the character being lonely, but this poem is kinda from the other side, what it is like to be the dead one.
Wow this turned out dark. Probably the most chilling and gripping story I've yet written. I couldn't believe how, well... horrible (in a good way!) the ending turned out to be! I shocked myself! =P Oh and by the way, the changes in the font shows who's point-of-view it is from in that part. I think that by the second paragraph you'll know who is who.
This is the best of the stright high fantasy that I've ever written. There are alot of artists out there who have drawn Johnny D for me. Perhaps someday I'll get around to building a tour for it (if there is a demand).
Um, well. I wrote this after the avent that happened on February 1st. ****this is the 2nd version... at first I uploaded the 1st version, which I didn't want up...**** NO idea WHY I wrote it. x_X
Inspired by this beautiful silver ring I have with peaches and leaves and the moon on it. Also inspired by the rather earth-shattering thought that my body is capable of bearing children. Can you believe that? In my body! A teeny tiny thing that looks like a fish.. And not just me, every woman on the planet! Isn't that strange?
Here it is. The long awaited (by me, at least) Cry of the Paradocshund. A pure piece of doggrel written in one of those rare moments when my mind got away from me (nasty little devel that it is). I do honestly hope, though, that I am not going to cause too much harm to the world with the presentation of this, being that in testing it proved deadly up to five yards. Lastly, do not expect any more poetry because of how this one came out.
When I collected my poems recently to put them online I was inspired to write one again. Mainly just for the fun of rhyme and rhythm. And I noticed that I recently have missed the darkness in my thoughts ...
The title was of an old Warcraft II .pud that I made. This poem has (of course) nothing to do with Warcraft II, but the title inspired it. Short, but sweet. 1st draft, so please tell me if there are any errors. It might take me awhile before I get around to checking it.
No, this isn't the same as the one in Laura Boechat's work - it came about as a result of a poetry game. I asked to take the title that had been given and make a different poem - tis up to you, the reader, to see if I did well.
I wrote this poem on the 21st of September while sitting in a crowd filled room. Songs were playing overhead ...
This just came to me. Can't say anything else except the song. I think that if you sing it right. Then 'the ballad of the wind fish' from Link's awakening is it. But it could be different for all of us. Or it could just be one harmony in the song.
This is kind of a surreal story, I feel like, since it never happened....
I wrote this when I was staring down at my hands, looking at all the tiny chips and cracks in my day-old fingernail polish, watching the blood collect in a little droplet on my plam.
I had a very booring math class, so I took my time to sort out some mixed emotions. And this is what came out of it. My personal favorite so far.
This short story is one of my first attempts at a short story. I really like it. It is very sad, and its one of those things that comes from deep inside. I hope you like it.
This is the human's side of the love between the human and the Elf, a topic that I have become strangely fascinated by. This poem is a sonnet, controlled by laws and regulations of how it should be formed. This is supposed to reflect the artificiality of humans, as opposed to the light, natural flow of 'Elven tears'
Corny title, I know, but the original title contained a reference to the Terry Brooks series. Another ramble..this one, again, about a dragon.
This is my favorite poem. It is my first poem to have 2 lines per stanza instead of four. I was in the library looking out the window when I wrote it.
This is a poem about an angel who has to look at the deeds of the dead to either let the through to paradise or bann them into hell. But this angel is of a softhearted nature. Instead of despising the sinners he/she feels sorry for them and cries about their lost souls.