Poetry

War

Charging towards enemy lines

Banging keys

Yelling notes

Grounded she stands

With nothing but an urge

To lend out a helping branch

Dream

A dream filled my room like an ocean
Scales spawn to hold strong, as they must
It seems I have taken a potion Continue reading Wet Dream

He watched.
With eyes full of curiosity,
And hands itching to lift the lid.
Nervous as he was,