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A holiday for a boy and his petsAs the days grew shorter and cooler, the boy and his two canine like pet's walks seemed to go on longer and later through the outskirts of town just south east of the large city.
Now the nights in the area weren't nearly as cold as others, seeing the area was always warmer due to proximity of the equator, but it was cool enough to lift everyones spirit and make many just friendly enough to be barable as company.
To the boy, Hound as many knew him as, this was a relief because many would find him most irritating with his outter seemingly endless enthusiasm.
To his beautiful companion Rainbow Light, the Hirsch Ookami, it truely was the most beautiful time of the year. Humans of all kind were setting up holiday displays of lights and little plastic creatures were strewn over lawns of neighbors. It peeked every sense, the new smells and sounds that hung in the air.
Rainbow Light loved the longer walks with her saving friend, the human who found her when she was lost and unwanted. And she e
Ode to Rainbow LightI don't know how long you'd been waiting there or how your life was before.
I saw you look up to me with memories of yore.
I saw all sadness in your eye's,
Instantly I was mesmerized.
And I knew then what I had to do.
A new home, I needed to take you.
My Rainbow Light,
All will be made right.
This I know I can not fight.
You've cried many tears,
and in your fears,
I will leave you for all of years.
But know it's true,
All I do,
I will always keep and love you.
To be your friend,
Until the end.
I hope thee heart my heart can mend.
Luna ProfileName: Luna
Bio: She has long silver hair that goes all the way down until back becomes snake. She has dark purple scales with a white underbelly. She speaks in a distant dream like voice all the time except if she is hungry, grumpy, angry, or upset if she isn't using her distant dream like voice your in trouble. She always carries a sword with her for protection she needs it having grown up in Raluka a very dangerous jungle full with deadly mythical creatures. She is very skilled with her sword. She can be ditsy and careless at times she loves helping others when she is in a good mood.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
...You struck a chord in my soul.
Now it rings in my ears,
sweet melody that deafens
screams louder now can't hear it's own
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were my
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
Let's pretendLet's pretend we didn't say those things.
Let's pretend I didn't make a stupid comment and you didn't over react and take me serious.
Let's pretend you didn't try to force me to do stuff I wasn't into and I didn't insult it thus insulting you.
Let's pretend to go back before all those words were spoken and hearts were broken.
Lets go back to being friends you and I.
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