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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
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be one of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
it was a broken sense of beautifulhis smile was like dust caught
in sunlight; more like a dreamy state
of being than reality, like the half-
remembered yesterday that still haunts your
memories because you
didn't want to forget how it
we'd lie on the floor with
slats of light shot across the ceiling, drinking
in the atmosphere
with windows propped open by
books and yellowed pages,
and by the time
we wandered into sleep, we were drunk instead
smell of roses --
he was a broken kind of beautiful, a
beautiful kind of flawed; love-letters, anonymous
and never sent littered
the dusty floorboards beneath his
of what we were before
love found it's way
back around; hours passed in a sunset haze
as my fingers ghosted over words
he'd written half-asleep, ink smudged on his fingers --
they say the music
comes when your heart's about to break, more
like a whimper than a bang; but i've
never heard a song so
sweet, and this sense of lovely has found it's home
inside my bones --
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.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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