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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
Hey YouHey you.
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
Peter Pan EnvyWe molded pirate ships
from heavy storm clouds,
flags puffed up
and scooped out
like handfuls of sand
while the car windows
steamed in the cold.
You told me stories
of a boy in green
and his war with
the hooked man,
said they took
those like us
to the first star on the right
and straight on to morning.
You made me believe
and when life got hard--
mom hopped up on pills,
nights filled with demons--
I breathed wishes
to be stolen away.
No pirate ever darkened my stoop
with his wayward compass
or water-stained maps;
no fairy ever left glitter
smeared on my skin
like good dreams.
I look to the sky
when the wind blows
and hold my breath
with his name on my tongue
all the same.
SeptemberThe summer was so hot
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
Note to SelfDate a librarian; they'll read you until your spine falls apart, and still love every page. They'll underline your highlights, your endless seas of profound poetry, as if they've mistaken your manatee appearance for a mermaid. They'll hang off the cliff of your chapter 15 and dive into the next page as if you're about to reveal what they've been looking for. And when they don't find it, they'll tear out your words letter by letter with a hush, asking you oh so sweetly to stay quiet. Finally, they'll bind your broken spine with tape and set you on the shelf for misplaced books until they forget you were ever there, but they won't be done with you. They'll never be done with you; even when it seems your pages, your rib cage and heart, is filled with nothing but dust.
thirstYou tell me to breathe in
the scent of my tea:
Apple Cinnamon Spice,
it is crisp and infusing
the aroma into my lips.
Honey coasts along my spoon,
apple biting into its
golden flavor. Cinnamon bursts
forth for a brief moment and I am
Stormy nightPouring rain
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
More to Come, More to LoveMore to come
More to love
More potbellies bulging seductively
More love handles to lovingly handle
More expanding muffintops to nibble
More inches on the measuring tape
More pounds on the scale
More softening fat bottoms to sit upon
More comfortable living
More people becoming fluffier everyday
More size acceptance
More tubby tolerance
More self-loving wonders
More deliciously sinful food to enjoy
More freedom from guilt and shame
More liberation of libidos
More opening of minds
More unshackling of hearts
More release from constraints
More living large
More emancipation of bodies
More sleeping in
More breakfast in bed
More letting oneself go
More unbuttoning of pants
More flab enveloping abs
More thickening of thighs
More softening of faces
More doubling of chins
More dimpling of cheeks
More fine fat rolls
More cinnamon rolls
More buttery dinner rolls
More swiss chocolate rolls
More ice cream
More biscuits and gravy
More bread and
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.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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