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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
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
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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