TheWalkinDude

Warning! This is rather loud and incontinent in context. This has some harsh language in it. Don't want anyone getting mad at me for no good reason. Now, thank you ...

^Thy3ewAQLKIII8NGTdeuide34 Wow, I freaking suck at this. Not even using my double jointed shoulders for assistance helped!

I want to be among the brazen, like the war heroes, brandishing hearts of the deepest purple hue and scars to remind them of how they grew. I do like ...

*Warning! This ended up becoming more like a rap than a poem, so if the meter seems wrong, that's because I wrote this to be spoken out loud. Your life's ...

Before I start my review, I just want to say wow. This is definitely one of those short stories that actually catches one when they're not looking. There was definitely ...

The Heart, beat, beat, beating in our chests. Housing our lives; our loves, our passions. Hiding our hates; our lusts; our discontempts. Not without toll do we take from our ...

The ground nearly shakes, Full of a crowd's anticipation, Bursting, rippling, repelling out, Ready for their son to come home. The clouds darken. Crows scavenge the dead crowd. Whispers, murmurs, ...

Anger in the faces of many, Cloudy, dumbfound, and unsure. Why, May I ask? For the answer in clear and near. Forward, onward, ever onward, closer towards a greater understanding. ...

The World knows no consequence, for in all its knowledge, it lacks common sense and control of itself. Population grows and populants explode with mouths pointed towards an empty sky. ...

Gotta say, most of my characters tend to be representations of myself or people I know. I change things up as far as history and characteristics go, but to keep ...

Happy Birthday, my child! You’re now officially a teen. And according to society, you’re rebellious and obscene. Love this whole stanza. It's a great opener, it pulls the reader in, ...

Hehe, nice. I think this is pretty funny. The only things I can say about the art are that it looks like you tried to ink this and only did ...

Summer Day: On the front porch lies an old dog. Yellow, shaky, and tired, it sleeps in the shade. Peaceful, warm, cozy. No one disturbs her. She's happy, that old ...

LandShark (The Drifter): On the rodes, on the streets, stalker of shadows and king of creeps. Walks on dirt or gravel, or hard concrete, padding along on cold bare feet. ...

Okay, another poem for tonight. Yes, this one will be written right now. Sam The Outlaw and Dog Walks with no shine, demons two steps behind. Shadows stalk like dogs ...