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Protector no moreTorn and bloodied I protected you from the rain.
I braced my legs and stood over you, hoping that one day
You would look up and see me smiling down at you.
But instead I watched a feathered wing spread beneath me,
And as you finally stood on your own legs and took a step forward,
You left me, and instead went with this new defender.
Silently I bit my tongue as I watched you walk away,
The glossy feathers of your new protector above you as I stay,
Broken and shattered I started to feel myself collapse into the water,
In disbelief and sorrow I watched your form fade away into the distance.
You move into the land where the rain no longer falls, and the sun shines its light,
And as you finally disappear, I smile and remain silent, hoping that you will never look back.
FlightSilently he unfolded his wings, green eyes glowing
Slowly it spread them wide in flight, blocking out the sun,
Effortlessly he soared higher and higher, above the clouds.
Then he was gone, just a speck above the vast world.
I never thoughtI never thought I would miss her kiss.
Me, the person who never understood it.
Myself, the one who thought it was disgusting.
Now I can’t stop thinking about her.
And the blissful moments we shared.
My Dragon of StoneI sat on the ground surrounded by stones,
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,
The only thing that I could make, was a little hill.
By now the cut in my hand has healed,
The large scar spread wide across my palm,
Gleaming in the dying sunlight,
As even he abandoned me for the day.
Through the night I waited for the sun,
The faint moonlight barely revealing the line,
Between the land and the heavens,
Of my dreams and my stark real
This is my paradiseI feel her hooves sink into the sand, as the waters lick the shore.
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 taste
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.
The DreamI have never been able to dream the dream,
Nightmares are the only ones
I shall ever see as I fall asleep.
But every time I wake up,
Soaked in sweat and fear,
I dare to believe, that someone out there,
Is dreaming the dream.
The dream worth believing in.
my search of power is my lossAs a child I stared at and coveted the beauty of the flower,
Supporting it was the goal of my short lived life.
It was a goal that I aimed for, and worked for every day.
But now that I am older, I have failed in my duty,
I have abandoned those little flowers to reach for the moon.
I have forgotten my own power in the search for what belongs to others,
But now that I have realized my mistake, I realize it is too late.
Those beautiful flowers that once were growing at my feet,
Are withered, dead, and have long gone away.
Trust in MeYou raised me, worked with me,
Tamed my rawness without breaking it,
You placed your trust in me throughout the years,
But now that I am ready, you have lost it.
However, my trust now lies within you,
So one last time, trust me to carry you to victory.
All of these years I have been scared,
But you were patient, and taught me courage,
You showed me that I could resist the fear,
And without discarding it put it to use.
Now it is you who is scared, and it is my turn
To be the one tell you that fear is ok, and I will be there
to carry you through these times of fear and apprehension.
Let me try to win this one last race,
I promise I will run, not for my pride and sake alone,
But rather I will push myself beyond all limits,
Break down all barriers set within my path,
To defend and uphold your honor,
Trust me, and let me run once more,
And I will show you what it means to be a legend.
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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