i have a couple ^^ if i come up with more, i'll post them
o and i have a quizilla! i have a short story and the beggining of one on there:
http://www.quizilla.com/user/Cloverkat/profile/.:Ink:.
I feel the blood from my heart,
coarse throughout my body and into my arm;
flowing to my pen, then paper.
Roaring like a waterfall,
into the pool that is my paper;
choosing the words and writing carefully,
as if in my own blood.
.:Storm:.
The willow's branches waved in the wind,
and the black clouds cover the sun, almost endlessly.
A storm was coming,
and know one knew what it might bring.
.:Masterpeice:.
As I filled in the last line, the last gap, the last missing peice;
My drawing came to life.
It jumped off the paper and danced across the table.
After it flitted into its final steps, it grew back to its page.
Never to show its true self, its true natre, its true meaning to others again.
.:Fight of Eternity:.
Trees surounded me as my footfalls echoed in the darkness.
Shadows created by fading light made menacing figures.
Almost to quickly, light gav in to shadow as it always did.
I trecked still, even when the sun won back its claim.
I knew all to well that darkness would retaliate, continueing the never ending fight for the right to the sky.
.:Never Ending War:.
We drew our swords, ready for battle.
We knew what might happen and that many would not return.
I looked across the hill and saw our enemies, vicious and large.
"Tonight, we win this war or die trying!" came my cry, cheers following.
Finally, we met in battle.
The last time.
Last place.
Last of bloodshed.
For now.
And in the war, it was a tie as it had many times before.
For this is the never ending fight, not of life and death.
Not of light and shadow.
Not of good and evil.
Just the ageless battle of Cats vs Dogs.
.:What I Am:.
I stood my ground as i have many times before.
My residence flee, forseeing my fate.
Rooted, I stood but they cut my down as if i was a sapling.
Do you still not know who i am?
I am the paper you write on,
I am the desk you use,
I am the structure of your home.
But what i am no more of, is a strong proud tree.
