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Poetry Shmoetry! ~ Various Poetry ~ by PJ Perry

Warrior_Prophet

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Parts 83
Time 1h 2m

Warrior_Prophet

My Mind, My Work,
My Love, My Lust,
My Dish, My Dirt,
My Chalk, My Cheese,
My Passion, My Pain,
My Ass, Your Face!All Rights Reserved

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Truly Alive by shawnmichelle89

In agony I deliver the children of faceless, infertile clients. To them I am nothing more than a vessel, bearing the fruit they so wish to carry within themselves. They love me for my ability, and they hate me for it. This is why I am hidden away here in the Factory where they cannot see my rounded stomach, swollen with their life. When the life inside me is gone, birthed into their eagerly-waiting arms, I will be left with nothing. I will be impregnated again, and again, until my body is ruined and I am sent away. I should question this system, this ritualistic rending of my heart, but I do not-in fact, I volunteered for this job. And now, six babies later, I am afraid to leave. It is better to carry life, even temporarily, than to have never carried it at all.

Poems and Other Stuff {including plot bunnies} by ursa-maj0r

Some poems I wrote a while back. A few stories that I started but later didn't really like. Though I didn't want to get rid of them, for later use. And some other stuff. Yep-

Freedom Fighters by Emo_Kitten127

Xisuma oneshots by KCheese1

Xisuma-centered oneshots because my mind is horrible at continuing to write the same thing.

In The End No One is Okay by you-Are-amazing

Hello, person whom must be reading this, my name is Jay, I write a lot of poems. So this will be a place I'll write them down for whom ever wants ideas, feels lonely, or wants to read. Whatever it may be, keep in mind there are trigger warnings, deep subjects, and fair amounts of fear. Enjoy and read at your own risk. March 17: #7 in Poetry March 22: #2 in Sadpoems March 19: #3 in lovepoem June 9: #1 in freshmeat

Words from my heart by brokenbeyondrepair14

Here lie my thoughts in this book, why don't you stop and take a look. While you read the secrets written there, try to ignore the silent screams no one ever seems to hear. Reading this will take some time, but you might recover my heart, lost long ago, that was once mine.

Keep My Heart- Prologue by bookwormprincess

When you've been hurt, it's difficult to learn to love again. When you've felt pain, it's not so easy to be joyful. When your heart has been broken, it feels impossible to let someone put it back together. But then someone comes along, and they want to love you. They want to give you joy. They want to fix your broken heart. The only question is, will you allow them to keep your heart?

Short Stories and Poems by CJ_Pride

This is my collection of random short stories and poems that I have written.

"Goodbye Curly Head" by NUmaker

Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

CERTIFIED GIRL FAG by aquarius_21

I'm Scarlet Rose Brooks, a girl who never intended nor expected to fall inlove with a guy who's beyond my expectations. I've been in love with my best friend for four years now... and counting. But the thing is, my best friend? Well... He's gay. A hot, genius gay. And my life keeps getting better and becomes extraordinary as I enter college with my gay best friend whom I love and meeting three hot guys, a new friend and a girl who will do anything just to get what she wants. Follow my journey as me, The Red Head innocent girl, experience the life of being in love with a gay.

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Truly Alive cover

Poems and Other Stuff {including plot bunnies} cover

Freedom Fighters cover

Xisuma oneshots cover

In The End No One is Okay cover

Words from my heart cover

Keep My Heart- Prologue cover

Short Stories and Poems cover

"Goodbye Curly Head" cover

CERTIFIED GIRL FAG cover

Truly Alive

In agony I deliver the children of faceless, infertile clients. To them I am nothing more than a vessel, bearing the fruit they so wish to carry within themselves. They love me for my ability, and they hate me for it. This is why I am hidden away here in the Factory where they cannot see my rounded stomach, swollen with their life. When the life inside me is gone, birthed into their eagerly-waiting arms, I will be left with nothing. I will be impregnated again, and again, until my body is ruined and I am sent away. I should question this system, this ritualistic rending of my heart, but I do not-in fact, I volunteered for this job. And now, six babies later, I am afraid to leave. It is better to carry life, even temporarily, than to have never carried it at all.