TSoaW: KeilidhBee's Special 1 I saw a glimmer of light, then there was a bang near me. A star had fallen close to me, so close that I was licked with winds and pieces of dirt. Remembering how I came down, I ran over to where the star had impacted the earth. There, laying on the ground amongst rubble and smoke, was an unconcious wolf. This wolf was brown, with an oddly thick patch of dark brown fur on her head, and a light brown belly. She had long hair around her neck, but was smaller than a normal wolf. Even though she was unconcious, she still looked beautiful. All of a sudden, she gasped and sat up, startled. She saw me, and tried to run. Getting up on her hind legs
Keilidh and Ronnie fan storyA flap of wings could be heard as Keilidh hid in a bush in the forest. The cheddar orange and cream colored dog's heart pounded as she scanned the sky for any sign of the similarly colored, winged dog which was seeking her out. She backed farther into the bush as she realized her brunet hair stuck out like a soar thumb. She wasn't going to make today's play fight easy for Ronnie, her sister. At least, not with one of her mother's cookies on the line.Keilidh sneezed as she felt Bob, a ladybug and her best friend, crawl around on her nose. "Be still," She whispered, "They'll find us." Bob did as she said, waiting and watching the skies with h
ProblemsEveryone has problems,You and I each have them,So does Joe and Jane Schmoe.But some people share them,And they are not unique,So they try to solve them.They're convinced it is right,Theirs are most important,And it may well be so.But then they miss the truth,We all have our problems,Solving them creates more.If we remember this,Then life continues on,And we still solve them all.
A... B... Cat!A silent hunter prowls on,Beginning as the sun does set,Claiming all the precious lives,Doing it for its owner.Everything does seem distant,Frisky with its cornered prey,God have mercy on its soul,Having become a plaything.It looks up at whiskers twitching,Just as the hunter's tongue darts out,Keen ears do focus on it,Looking with eyes aglow.My owner should be pleased, it thinks,'Nother juicy rat for it,Only the best does go to me,Please accept this humble gift.Quickly it picks up its prey,Returning home with pride abundant,Something owner does not expect,Terrific meat for them from it.Upon arriving it
Put your past behind you?Why is it,when you mess up,people say,"Put it behind you"?The past hurts,It's who you are,And at its core,It's your fate.Even whenYou try to fix it,It always doesCome back, haunt you.So just remember,Once you mess up,You'll have gained,A permanent wound.
An Insignificant's FateIf you are confused by any of this, read the artist's comments below.I couldn't sleep last night,This has been eating me,I cannot draw,so why not write,This is what I see.I'm in a hall of mirrors,Each one a diff'rent path,I look on through,See someone new,A future I can't grasp.Through one I see a creature,Small and brown and green,With purple eyes,and flexi' tail,It stares at me and smiles.Another, stands a man,The head of programming,Success is there,But happiness where?It seems a stressful man.A third stands a guy,Who cannot make ends meet,People like him,But none want him,He's not happy either.A fourth, security,Even he could be me,But its blurry,And I can't see,If this even suits me.And then a change in room,This one, a mirror circle,A bunch of guys,I'm not part of,I'll never be with them.A second like the last,This one full of people,Their backs are turned,They don't see me,A situation earned.And finally the last,A mirror blank as
UnseenI arrive to,A gathering,Where I know none,And none know me.I sit alone,Invisible,As they walk by,Having fun.I grin at them,And they ignore,Figuring thatI'll find others.Finally one,Decides to speak,And I act weird,And they do leave.Shyness invades,And I shrink back,I feel alone,I feel alone.
A Lost Ship's LifeThe waves, crashing,Against my side,Tortured stinging,It will misguide.For as it does,I will erode,As I once was,I now implode.Alone, alone,An endless sea,Now on my own,An unheard plea.I am now cursed,I'll never be,I'll think the worst,It will ease me.
Being a guyWhy do I hateWhat I clearly am,A guy stuck onThe social fringes?I always feelLike I am put down,Each new studyShows lower status.Men don't excellNot at school at least,Studies show this,And it's repeated.Men are shown cruel,With them abusingThe most precious,The ones they marry.Men, cruel again,Majority rapists,Commit crimes,Or other failures.Men just cannotUnderstand at all,They cannot getPregnant, periods.Men only wantOne thing from all theirRelationships,And that is just sex.Men were bred tobe brutes, not for this,They cannot doIntensive thinking.So as you see,Negativity,Surrounds my viewFrom society.I feel that itHas come to pass now,Men are stupid,Women are better.But that's not bad,Not in the least bit,For women doUnderstand much more.I will neverExperience it,The wonderfulFeeling life inside.I do like tomasturbate a lot,I'm disgusted,Women do that less.I will not beBetter than others,The women whoAre academics.Women are jus
A sigh((Read artist's comment please.))What to say,Oh I don't know,Another poem,Oh gee, oh my.I feel empty,Like wind in a tundra,Searching, Searching,For where to go.I try my best,But I fail too,Because I can neverPut in all my energy.My parents get on me,My grades aren't stellar,I think less of myself,I won't get a good job.I cannot make friends,I rely too much on one,I just push the others,Clean away.I know I need help,But help costs money,At least in the US,Where I feel powerless.I try to do socialize,But when I have free time,I must spend it with them,My family is most important.So here I am,Stuck,Oh well,I may just give up.
Best FriendWhen I was young,I was naive,I didn't knowWhy friends were good.I wanted one,I had a few,But they were brief,And didn't last.My first few years,They were okay,I was bullied,But I survived.No one wanted,Not in the least,To be my friend,Not when I cried.Then came third grade,I had a friend,For just a year,And I had fun.But then came fourth,We were split up,I am now "big",And they were not.Still I survived,But it did not,They had moved on,And so did I.Seventh was next,when I had friends,Or at least one,I spent time with.That year was hell,Literally,I was depressed,I pulled away.I skipped eighth grade,To go online,A new high school,Had opened up.I went to there,Sacrificing,Socializing,I hated it.And when it came,Go to Uni,I found it all,Hard to cope with.I looked upon,Others who had,Lifelong friends,With much envy.I do so find,I cannot make,Friends very well,Ones to talk with.Maybe its me,Maybe my school,But I do know,They are not
Future or past or today?I walk left andI walk right andForwards, backwards,Where am I now?I do not know,I will not know,For time's rigid,at least for me.I cannot change,You cannot change,We're made up ofour past and genes.But future can,So what we'll be,I hope I amAlways better.
Confusion and lonelinessIs a Phoenix a loner?Does it depend on a few?Or is it much better andUnattainable for me?Is there something wrong with me?Do I depend on too few?Why is it when she has funI have to miss her so much?I have no others around,None that I hang with at least.It is only her I do,And I don't mind that so much.But it is when she leaves andWhen she has fun with othersThat I feel the lonelinessOf depending on just one.I guess it is much better,At least it has friends around,While I do not have any,None to hang around with me.I should not complain too though,There's too much of that online,But I need to write it out,And so I did, emptily.
Earth, Moon, and SunEnchanted, In a blue chilled sky,Upon a cloud, a cat did fly,With two red stripes on back aglow,Feelers waiving about, so-so.It stretched out its body, content,And shined its light down as it went,For it gave life to darkness chilled,The gods' agreement, Sun fulfilled.From down below smiled a cat,This one black and green, not so fat,It thanked sun for his great gift,Of warmth and light to warm it, Earth.And then on stars what floated in,A third cat, turquoise, black, and thin,The others greated marily,For night was here, said Moon dearly.
Silent suffering, under you.Another time,The world was easy,It was no crime,To live happily.Sure it was hard,And life cound be cruel,Some could be scarred,When they would be fools.But all the same,It was better then,Now it is pain,Since I'm not like them.They all act tough,When really they're scared,Don't think they're rough,That they always cared.That's not real though,They're weak and they're cruel,They will not bow,And look through my eyes.If they could see,How similar we're,They'd know my plea,And respect my fear.But now, suffer,My family will,For no tougher,It be to be killed.So say your prayers,And commit no sins,As you cry tears,For petty things.Remember me,The one you kill,By ruling me,With your iron grip.Say my great name,May it chill heart,Mighty, of fame,My name is: the wolf!
'round the nervous oneThe 'Suiters and the Nervous OneI have no other form to me,I am one of humanity,Though others may claim that they do,It's fine with me, should be for you.What I got is somewhat diff'rent,Though not to much so's what I meant,For my companion, perfectly,Understands me wholly, fully."What is she?" you may ask me now,"A wolf." I say, you raise your brow,"No ordinary wolf is she,For she lives above in the trees.""Preposterous." You do reply,"There is no such thing!" And I sigh,For you do not get what she is,Nor will you, I can count on this."She may not be real." I do say,"But she exists, don't you say nay,For
Not worthy of you...My time with you ismy day's highlight,I look forward totalking with you.You make me happywhen I am sad,You keep me here whenI want to run.You are important,special to me,I cry when I thinkof you leaving.So why is it Ikeep wanting morewhen there is so muchI can adore?I am not worthy,least not for you,I need to change, togrow more than now.
Kyureki, Pre-RedemptionName: Kyureki HanaGender: FemaleAge: 14 years old (60-75max life expectancy)Species: Tree wolfFur colors: Brown and leaf greenHistory:Kyureki was born to a small pack of tree wolves, approximately 17 total, 11 of whom were male, 6 of whom female, and there were only 7 young wolves, 5 male and 2 females, one being infertile and the other being Kyureki's mother. Kyureki had never known her father, he had died saving the pack from a dragon which was trying to hunt them down and eat them. He was by far the strongest and most experienced in the group, which was why he had stayed to fight and distract the beast from the others in the pa
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