My Dragon of StoneI sat on the ground surrounded by stones,My Dragon of Stone by ~Avalonfang4
Round ones, sharp ones, of varying shapes and size.
An image of a dragon flew in my mind,
With its roaring head tilted up to the skies.
So eagerly I reached for a stone,
Thinking that it was the perfect one.
But when I grabbed it the sharp sides sliced,
And blood ran in streams from my hand.
I stared in wonder, and I was enraged,
as I searched for another stone,
But now worry pricked at my mind,
So the next one I picked was rounded and safe.
And so was the next one, and the one after that,
All round and the same, with nothing to work with,
Thus no matter how hard I worked, or tried to stack them,
This is my paradiseI feel her hooves sink into the sand, as the waters lick the shore.This is my paradise by ~Avalonfang4
I can hear her steady breaths, as the waves pound upon the rocks.
I can see her soulful eye staring back at me, as the sea reflects the sun.
I can smelt her scent floating on the breeze, mixing with the ocean’s perfume.
I can taste her excitement, her energy, as I taste the salt on the air.
I can sense her, feel her with my own self, as we dance along these shores.
We are both in heaven, we have no responsibilities, no stressing factors.
There is just the two of us, we are alone and full of hope.
Our skins are filled to the brim with the simple joy having life.
These TastesI am tired of this bitter tasteThese Tastes by ~Avalonfang4
of regret staining my teeth.
Now I despise this fiery spice of adventure
that I used to love.
I am tired of the blissful sweetness
that is happiness.
Long ago have I grown weary of the savory flavor
that belongs to lust.
I have never longed for the richness
of love to touch my tongue.
All of these tastes, are just too bland.
But I doubt I will ever take a bite out of life,
That would satisfy my rotten pallet, and restore my love of living.
LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,Longing by =Sammur-amat
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.
It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea