Blood of my blood, my fate is sealed.
Heart to heart my destiny is revealed.
my love belongs to my mate and always will.
but old chimes trill. calling my name I know what I am
I am the whisper in the wind, the wish in a childs hand, the gaurdain that everyone needs, and the smirk in mischevous deeds.
I am cunfused of everything, with the more that I learn of my self the more I drop others ith my feelings. It would seen soon enought as I do more and more things that are considerd "crazy" the more sanity is lost and the more grey my heart becomes... it is like I am a different person... I dont kno if it will soon consume my love for my mate, it seems to be.. I am no longer the thing I used to be, I feel as if I am no longer Rose.
I owe my heart to my mate, he seems to be the only one that can sooth my anger so quickly. I am lucky and dont know how I have gotten him, but I am thankful.
My anger has caught up with me this night of shadowed moon. I have hate for the world that I cannot conceal this eve.
I am tired of many things.
from blood lines to friends to loved ones.
why doesnt everyone just stab me in the heart tonight.
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Friends, they harm me through words and deeds that they do.
Never listening, just strangling me with there forsaken lies. How I wish at times I would just tie them up and force them to listen. Instead they come into the habbit of taking me for granted.
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my blood lines have pushed upon my heart too much with the swill the drink and gaze aimlessly out into the bleak darkness.
waiting for me to get home so they can push me away having me feel as if I were in the way. How loath myself at times for the comments that breaks from blood line lips.
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I dislike sharing someone close to my heart with another. it makes me feel unloved and invisable. to see someone that says that they love me, write to another asking how much the other wants them is just a stab in the heart. As is see in him kiss others. If this continues I know that my wings will turn to a gray ash, and my scales will turn into a glassy form.
If my mate does not want me... then he should just say before he just goes off with other females.
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[I can only take so much till my heart turns.]
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8. The average woman kisses 29 men before she gets married.
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The Cycle’s Call
By the Bright Amethyst, Relawen
I came upon a sapling green
Small in stature, quiet, lean
Its silent, understated sheen
I asked the things that it has seen
As it begins to grow.
It told me of the owl’s plume
Beyond where lovers’ passion blooms
Above where battlefields entomb
As it begins to grow.
It told me of the crimson red
Of roses circling the bride’s head
Of the tapestry’s worn, tattered thread
Of blood that, too soon, has been shed
As it begins to grow.
It spoke of the sun’s soft, warm light
Of a friend’s betrayal in the night
Of a Secian’s sparkling eyes, so bright
As it begins to grow.
It spoke of waves on the ocean shore
Of beating drums, the trumpet’s roar
As kingdoms fight their bloody war
Their children who will sing no more
As it begins to grow.
“My father’s death gave birth to me
Sturdy trunk, a proud oak tree
The fire set his spirit free
And I began to grow.”
When one ends, another begins
Where life ceases, it starts again
All the virtues, follies, and sins
The moon’s rage, and daylight’s chagrin
And we begin to grow.
Life renewed from time past
Old beauty by the new surpassed
The forest is awake at last
When I began to grow.
All are born, and all will die
The castles fall and doves still fly,
Seasons parade ‘till the end draws nigh
As I turn my branches to the sky
And I begin to grow.
Nature’s Circle finds us all inside
Ne’er a soul to ever hide
From time’s march, the rhythmic tide
And we begin to grow.
I stood from the sapling, and I knew
The things it said had all been true
The old is laid bare to prepare for the new
When my time and yours here is through
Another will start to grow.
A sapling sprout, an old tree’s fall
Young and old, we are One and All
Affected by the Cycle’s call
We each, in turn, will grow.
(Dragons-gate.c
Aye, little one, ye knew the blood would coil.
sliding hatred down with each abusing lashing.
screams and shouts arise as the anger boils
seeping into the reden night.
be freed, fly high
breathing down the sudden anger
onto the ones that need to suffer
from the bleeding deeds to the outlanders kind.
slaughter the evil ones, that have blackend the soul
make them bleed for every lashing.
hold them to their dishonor
till thine fires cool.
(Writen for Grendel)
Cannot see the moon tonight, *sighs* it brings my heart down, but at least it is raining.
"Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps."
All there is in thy’s love is pain; pain of waiting by the brittle headstone for love; soreness of only being in second place; a hurt of never knowing thynes heart’s way. There is only pain for me.
"O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!"
O cupid you are a villain indeed. You show me the sweet fruit of love, yet not a taste for thy tongue? Not even the sweet juice of life that is before thine eyes?
“This is thy sheath there rest, and let me die...”
Aye, true of my soul I have giveth my heart away for love…and then I saw that is t’was a sweet poison suicide move for thy’s glass heart.
"Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know."
With hope in thine heart it will end like this; for I cannot foresee the future of my life in this brimstone hall. Down cobblestone roads of life I take my leave. Good marrow and thous eve be full of bliss.
(Quotes are by Shakespeare)
and this is an old old poem.
A full fledged Dragon, thanks to my mate Dorn and Damia. I am truely thankful to Damia.
I feel happier and light hearted.
Thickend blades, cold steel, the need to kill rises again.
My fault is my anger, it goes deeper then my lust,
and my heart still hates me for it.
my mind is always screaming "hold back, hold back"
because giving in is never the answer.
gray featherd wings with Purple underwing,, with a scaled gray body, Claws of onix, eyes that change. What am I?
knowing your faults is not a weakness but a strength
dried rose's for the dead, still trying to find out what I am.
if someone wants to help me they can,
it rains when I am sad/angry/depr
when I cant see the risen moon on the blank days I ache,
the fog makes me want to dance,
the wind is the only one that is willing to hold my hand,
everyonw seems to be on the inside of the glass for exeptoin of me... but it is funny because I am not cupping my hands around the glass to look in. Looking out to the world with a seers gaze waiting for something.
My actoins are quiet with the ones around me,
speaking to those whom only interest me.
I believe backstabbers should be slaughterd on the spot.
I live by my sword more then people for it has never lied.
I am seeking for something true and that I have been denied,
but I feel that I have to know what I am before I seek any longer.
so what am I?
A Requiem
Ay, pal and silent maiden,
Cold as thou liest there,
Thine was the suniert nature
That ever drew the air;
The wildest and more wayward,
And yet so gently kind,
Thou seemedest but to body
A breath of summer wind.
Into the eternal shadow
That girds our life around,
Into the infinite silence
Wherewith Death’s shore is bound,
Thou hast gone forth, beloved !
And I where mean to weep,
That thou hast left Life’s shallows,
And dost possess the Deep.
Thou liest low and silent,
Thy heart is cold and still,
Thine eyes are shut forever,
And Death hathhad his will;
He loved and would have taken,
I loved and would have kept,
We strove,-- and he was stronger,
And I have never wept.
Let him possess thy body,
Thy soul is still with me,
More sunny and more gladsome
Than it was wont to be:
Thy body was a fetter
That bound me to the flesh,
Thank God that it is broken,
And now I live afresh !
Now I can se thee clearly;
The dusky cloud of clay,
That hid thy starry spirit,
Is rent and blown away;
To earth I give thy body,
Thy spirit to the sky,
I saw its bright wings growing,
And knew that thou must fly.
Now I can love thee truly,
For nothing comes between
The senses and the spirit,
The seen and the unseen;
Lifts the eternal shadow,
The silence burst apart,
And the soul’s boundless future
Is present in my heart.
By James Russell Lowell