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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
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
Black hole BulimicThe Composition:
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
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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