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By Robert Kasch
future or past tale of ravage
Poetry | Updated Mar 16, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Currently the story takes place in the Seventh Era. The technology is advanced enough to have flying vehicles, a floating city, and many other miraculous feats.
Kyranth is a vast realm in which humans and Elves inhabit the land. Unfortunately in the Seventh Era, the Elves are believed to have...
A man is overdue and Death takes it into his own hands.
Nictophobia - fear of night. And no, there aren't monsters under your bed.
Old poem from my "Gore" phase.
Poetry | Updated Oct 14, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
......... I EXPLODE...
shattering the barrier that once drowned me..
I feel the wind now,
I can breathe,
I can LIVE!!!
you're a popular girl...
who will love you? (use you?)
who will care? (throw you away)
who can see what's inside? (such a sexy body)
understanding comes easy. (wants to feel real)
when you're a popular girl..
SWIFT thoughts overflow like angry torrents, carving new paths...
insane rage makes weakness QUIVER...
this furry, an overdrive drunk with inspiration, fights against the oncoming HAILSTORM...
reaching out for a sweet ETERNITY...
we're in the business of saving lives!
THIS IS OUR SILVER ANTHEM!!!
"you have that sweet voice makes my mind fantasize"
she kisses me,
her breath gives me life.
a sensation pulsates,
little blue boy,
wanna hear my secret?
I'm not blue anymore,
I'm a comet now!
for having survived through all that.
we can run,
before you, I roamed an infinite expanse of space.
billions, upon billions of stars. looking to be truly understood, I am an Alien looking to be accepted, I am a Astronaut... been out here forever... you know, in the silence of space you can hear my heart beat. light years...
radiate sunlight, the sun burns cold in space. zero gravity, I swim in sheer black. the stars pulse, sync in my heart's symphony, a sonata of love, throbbing, pulsating with each twinkle, they purge the music from me.