| Check out my Summer prose project, Prince of Wolves- [link] She-Wolf, [link] Mercenary, [link] Magistrate, and [link] Cargo. It is a collection of fantasy perspectives that create a short story. |


Poseidon III met Poseidon on a desolate shingle,Poseidon II
an uninhabited strand forgotten by man and time. He appeared in the spray of waves that crushed against the rocks. Water droplets crowded around him, and he glittered like the face of the sea. He spoke across the shallows with a voice as gentle as the whispering surf.
I ran to him, forgetting the world behind. He beckoned with an arm outstretched, with his gaze outstretched to grasp me. I drew near, slowing as my feet churned sand into the shallow brine, adding milky swirls to the beryl water.
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Dust to DustI was fortunate to hold you briefly; you are my first and my last.Dust to Dust


Late Autumn Walkthe gentle rustle of passing footsteps marks the presence of a loyal friend. the dry leaves collapse beneath paws, and the hard shout of barking rings in cold air.Late Autumn Walk


BrimstoneI crawl with worms in outer darkness; behold, here there is gnashing of teeth. The damned are around me in the silent oppression of the ages, keptBrimstone
under because of birth, or sex, or hate. We walk through time like ghosts,
shaking our chains. I hear my
brothers and sisters in suffering on galleys, on the way to the gallows, in the cold face of the gale. We toil in obscurity, mute, without a voice, lest we be struck down. We labor in fear, allowing those around us to pin us to the ground and ravage our souls with the curse of
| Check out some poetic series, like Kimalahna, We Were Dreamers, or my tanka collab with =AlecBell I am doing a postmodern romantic sci-fi collab, These Statues Were Lovers, with ~AllegoriaMalata Art, freedom, equality, these are things I hope shine through in my collective work. |
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| I believe in God. I believe in the love of God. For now, that is enough. I am 18. I was born in a large, multi-cultural city in Texas. I live in a poor neighbourhood in Memphis, Tennessee. I consider myself to be pangender. I'm not quite 5'8. I genuinely have ADD and OCD. I'm secretive more by necessity than nature. I'm considering a career in aerospace engineering or aeronautics. I'm also considering finding something less mathematical to do with my life, but I feel a responsibility to contribute to society, and I cannot work in a field that poses no interest for me. I aspire to be a polymath. I am completely in love with Bach's Cello Suites. [link] This, of all my digital work from days of yore, is my favourite. My favourite work in literature-of mine-may be Legend of the Gryphon. |
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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100% of deviants are fools. Do not copy or paste this unless you are one of the 0% who happens to be omniscient.
I'm a stream of puzzle pieces, falling. Catch me, catch me, if you can. [link]
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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Aoi: Don't tell me it's that freak, Miyavi?
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