For a B'day Hating Friend... by ILUVSP31, literature
Literature
For a B'day Hating Friend...
Before you ask, 'Why is this annoying ass writing me a poem?" Let me just run you back to the past.
You wrote them for me and you helped to inspire me. Now my good friend, keep reading till the very end. You don't have to pretend to like it, for all I care you can despite it.
My present from me to you; my friend you're bizarrely strange and horny minded too. But hey, I'm no better than you, making you my friend through and through.
You have amazing power over words, almost as if you had trained a flock of seabirds. This poem can truly not match up to yours; it's like comparing me to a room full of whores.
I'm your AP; you're my HDT, makin
The Edge of Death by Equestrian-Equine, literature
Literature
The Edge of Death
The red seeped into the earth, a pulsing stream flowing rapidly. I stared at it. I seemed to ask why it was leaving. Why it was leaving me. With it, it took my life, and that was the end of
The end of what?
I wasn't even sure what was happening. A heavy buzzing in my ears, along with a rolling wave of nausea, prevented me from sitting up and comprehending the situation. I coughed, a spurt of crimson staining my face. I clutched my chest, and winced, eyesight blurring with the onset of some unwelcomed tears. I hastily rubbed them away,