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The Doors of Love and Loss Four doors stand together, all in a row, all with a name at the top of who I love and once loved.
The first door has been opened many times and I have been in and out many times. Many of those times weren't the right times. But will it be open to let me in and stay in, at the right time, or will it be closed forever and be locked from the inside?
The second door is closed, having once been opened. I have been through that door and I have had a good long stay but then I left, and the door was closed. I happened to get myself back through for a little while but then left again and now the door is locked from the inside, with no way of knowing if it will ever unlock again.
The third door is gone, burnt away by anger. I was invited in and then I was pushed out. In anger, it was burnt down, never to return.
The last door is locked on both ends. I was through that door but it wasn't a very long stay. Now the do
Dragon's Legend Pt 1: Chapter 1
The light begun to fade as the sun set below the horizon. A young light blue dragoness wonders though the forest for a place to rest. Once she has found a place, which was a small abandoned fox den, she rested. The next morning was a rainy one. The dragoness didn't mind the rain, but with the rain pouring into the den, she could see why the foxes abandoned it a while back. Quickly, she dug though the moss and gently picked up a light colored egg in her mouth and walked out of the den.
As the rain continued, she wondered for another place for her to stay for the next three months. It was about 20 minutes later when the rain finally stopped, by that time, the dragoness found an old tree with its roots sticking out from the ground creating an interior under them. She went inside slowly, looking for any signs of any inhabitants. Thankfully, there were none. The place had been abandoned for s
Chrysolite's PowersChrysolite's powers, including aura colors:
Black-dark mater, allows her to survive in space
others are unknown
Gravity Push-forceful push
Solar Flare-fire like the solar flare from her paws
Solar prominence-Stronger version of Solar Flare
Comet-flaming ice from the mouth.
Light Speed- ability to run/flight at fast speeds.
other powers are unknown
Dragon's Legend Ch: 7
Three days after Dragon told Oliver about her feelings for him, Oliver tried to accept it. He knew that deep down he likes her too, but he wonders if loving Dragon would last unlike with his last girlfriend. One week later, Oliver came into Dragon's room.
"Oliver, what are you doing in here?" Dragon asked.
"Dragon, I want to know if you still like me."
"I do, Oliver."
"Well, I thought for a long time, and I sort of like you, too." Oliver sat down on the bed by Dragon's side. Dragon looked up at him, her face alit with happiness. She came closer to his side. Oliver turned to meet her face. "Dragon um"
Dragon came closer to him and Oliver closed his eyes. Just as their lips almost touch, Dragon backed away, her heart thumping so heard that Oliver could hear it.
"You were just about to kiss me, why'd you stop?"
"I don't know, maybe I'm not ready 'cause of Spike."
"Dragon, don't be
Dragon's Legend CH: 6
Five weeks later, Dragon and Oliver became best friends. Each day that passes, Dragon likes him more and every day they learn something new about each other, like how Oliver is a professional singer and how Dragon was raised by wolves.
"So, you were raised by the natives, awesome. What was it like living with them?" asked Oliver.
"Well, its different here than what I'm used living to, every day, we have to hunt for our food."
"What did you used to eat?"
"Well, I ate moose, deer, raccoon, even smaller prey like rats, rabbits, and fish."
"Fish? I didn't know that the natives ate fish?"
"Not them, I hunted fish. It's not the kind of food I choose everyday, I ate it rarely."
"Cause it's hard to catch?"
Dragon's Legend Ch: 5
One week since the death of her son and Dragon has been traveling for days. She is now hundreds of miles away from her family. Being alone doesn't bother her, she can hunt and provide for herself, but she does miss her family a lot.
So far, Dragon had met other threats like other pack hunting her down and other male dragons. They weren't as dangerous as Spike was, but they all wanted the same thing. Dragon doesn't want anything to do with another male dragon after what Spike had done to her.
As she flew deeper and deeper into the heart of the country, the bigger the buildings get. She had to fly higher that she normally does so they don't see her. Sometimes, when she finds of small patch of forest, she finds herself a small den and sleeps in it for the night, but on other nights, she'll fly all night, knowing because of
MaskShe wears a mask like it’s nothing.
Sometimes I forget it was made by demons.
I forget there’s a person living behind it.
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
Raspy Hill"I don't quite feel like myself."
I haven't for a while now.
My mind seems displaced,
Like it's wandered too far away.
"I've been having strange dreams lately."
Images of strange creatures dance in my sleep.
I don't know them but I know they are malicious.
What do they want?
"But now you're here and I'll make you feel right at home."
My saviour, my protector.
You'll guard me from this evil.
"Welcome to Raspy Hill."
This is my hell.
And you'll join me.
I'll make sure of it.
"Enjoy your stay."
a love poemlike a dictionary ripe
with salted, sun spotted
words that emanate power
and splendor, i am unable
to describe you.
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
The Water's Reflection: Poem
The leaves of the trees began their descend,
And the day closes to a gloomy end.
The flowers of fall start to die,
Just like my mate, who I say "good bye."
I crossed the river to an old place,
A place which used to be filled with grace.
The place where I met my fate,
The territory of my once known mate.
I looked down in the water of the river,
And what I saw gave me a shiver.
Because, what I saw was a face not of my own,
But of my mate whom I have known.
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