Historias de Dragging

"She writes, Moving along with the flow, As the words show up on the screen, The faster her fingers go, Eager to get it all down, And she is lost, To a world, All of her own." -Lose Yourself, By Allyteration (Because I'm not going to quote someone else's poetry as a description for my own.) Also, most of my poetry isn't that light hearted, and deals with depression, sadness, loss, understanding, bullying, and various things that my brain decides to type and publish on here. Hope you enjoy, and feel free to message me about anything!

This is a collection of poems about remembering certain elements of the past that felt, indeed, very special to me. I hope you find reading it special, as well as reaching out to the particular ways I feel about them. ~Terry~

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ehehehehehe this is a joke don't expect it to be good, bitches

Landin Dolan was never normal, he had dreams of people, he didn't know, dying, since he was 13 years old. It was his job to figure out what each dream meant, and what he had to do to prevent it from happening. He never knew running into a person from a dream would change his life or make him be willing to risk his life for somebody elses.

I was sitting at the table in the café where we were supposed to meet. The hours were dragging on and I was getting worried. He should be here, he should have called at least. Leaning back in our booth Stacy, a waitress me and Sam had got to know over the last few years, came over with a concerned look on her face. “Still not here?” She asked me. I simply shook my head. Giving me a sad smile she placed her hand on mine. “I remember back two years ago, you must have been what? Sixteen. And he got down on his knee and said…” “I want you forever, forever and always. Through the good and the bad and the ugly.” I finished for her, remembering the way he had looked at me and how I had nearly cried when I kissed him. Just as I said it my phone rang. The brittle sound seeming to crack my ice filled veins.

When you become a warrior, your strength will be visible to the weak. Every night after the full moon find your brothers and sisters, and what the moon will buy you Five clans, five cats... or maybe not quite? All clans that have been living for centuries, grappling with everyday life. Within a few moons, however, litters of kits were born in each Clan. All clan members don't know this, but one kit from each clan has been chosen for a mission by claws seeking revenge. You were supposed to get younger and spread your ambitions around. Their dream was to win above all else, and those who disobeyed them would face unexplained death.

water filled her lungs. she heard the scream of her name... "you are mine rose, you are mine and only mine" "You belong in the ocean" CREDITS TO - @Ren3tta for the book cover

rants upon rants upon rants and the occasional option buttt....like Im lazy af and will take three years to update. oops

dedicated to all the necks we came for started ; june 25, 2020

These are little short stories I've written. Hope you like them!

We are in the fight for our lives, literally, against the regressive forces of those who would drag us back to the past. This is an oscillating poem about hope and fear, and prayer for the future.