This is a listing of ALL my poems and stories that I have ever posted on AU. The stories will be links on the top of the listing while poems will be on the bottom.
Please tell me what you think!
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STORIES:

Take to notice ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )



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POEMS:
Nonflying( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )

Knight ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )

Unique ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )


Tears ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )


Light ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )


At It Again ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )


Reck ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )

Innocence ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )


Hidden Works ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )


Help ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )


Sickness ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )


Fish ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )


The wind is I ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )


Your Smile Saves ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )


On Peacful Days ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )

Alright ( http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... highlight= )


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Ok thats all for now but so you know if this is updated by me its either me making a reply to someones comment or me adding a new poem!

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"Holmes is a little too scientific for my tastes -- it approaches to cold-bloodedness"

here's part of my newer one Behind the locked fence
Crimson red as blood
an imposing barrier that marks the entrance.
The entrance to the last home of those to weak
to be on the fragile side of life and death.
Faded stones.
Impressive and proud.
Old, green with moss.
Rough.
Shiloutes of a life once lived.
Shiloutes as unique as the deaths they mark.
Others sharp and clear
But uniform and monitone.
Rounded tops and straight sides.
Each closed doors with no keys.
As I walk by a set of graves
I crunch on the lifeless grass.
I turn.
A flicker of life.
A pen contains the panic.
I plod closer. Unaware.
Claustrophobic space, confined.
I finally see.
A spotted clone of an older animal.
Ears large, body compact.
Fragile, timid.
A white flag flying wildly, signaling.
Small chest heaving with panic.
I feel its heart rise up and swell in my chest.
A fast pitter patter and a panic I can't contain.
A stutter step and a leap.
Finally.
The borrowed panic fades
As the fawn gets farther away.

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"Holmes is a little too scientific for my tastes -- it approaches to cold-bloodedness"