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Saturday, 15 January 2005

yeah.... i realize that was a poetry update... sorry to you non-poetic readers. you'll just have to live with it for now. that took a lot less time than i expected it too, but that's all i had to add of my stuff. for now, at least. give me a few weeks, i might be getting into something good, soon. i did start a while ago... but i didn't get far, and i'm not sure if i want to keep what i wrote. yes, the book has finally begun. but i have a feeling that i'm gonna get all tolkien-ish with it and spend a bunch of time inventing parts of a language. eh, i won't go as far as he did with it. anyway, i started it. i think i'm going to take back the what i started, but i might be able to make something of it, still.

ok, i'm done for the night... sorry if i've spammed anyone's e-mail for being a subcriber. ...it's not like i do it all the time, though. gimme a break. haha...

draconis windrazor ~†~
everything exists for a reason...

I'm Only Human

I'm only what you see.
I can't always be perfect,
and i do make mistakes.
Everyone does.
Can you expect more from me?
If you do, you won't get it.

I'm giving everything I have.
Just because I'm not perfect,
doesn't mean that I'm going to quit;
I know better than that.
I'll continue to do what I can,
because that's all I know.

draconis windrazor ~†~
Stonewall

i'm stuck, i can't go on.
a wall of stone ahead,
an abyss behind.
nothing else exists
and all is dark.
i want to pass the wall,
but i know there is no way.
i slam my fist into it,
and the stone slams back.
my breaking hand,
the wall's laughter,
a sound of cracking bone.
pain explodes in my head,
but i don't care.
i can't take this anymore.
the craggy wall looms above,
inviting me to climb,
waiting to watch me bleed.
rage pours from my eyes
and my scream pierces the dark.
the wall echoes a laugh,
a foul distortion of my cry.
a thousand new ways to break it,
a thousand disappointments.
i release another cry,
silence mocks me in return.
i need to break through,
before the wall breaks me.

draconis windrazor ~†~
Memories

winter is settling into the forest.
the old branches storing their sap
for the cold shadow of frost's breath.
the grass is dead around the roots,
and the leaves are dry upon the earth.
a last few memories cling to the branches,
clenching onto the dying sigh of autumn.
autumn breathes its final note,
and its pulse turns into the steady rhythm
of tiny, white spirits dancing in the trees.
icy wind whips about cruelly,
destroying autumn's memories one by one.
the last memory lingers on,
bright, red and orange, and shriveled.
finally, the spirits erase the memory,
and create memories of their own.

draconis windrazor ~†~
Dragon Ire

Someday, but not today,
I'll amass my dragon fire,
Accumulating it until it can melt these bars.
The frustration of being in a box,
Contained by the wishes of others,
Digs like a thorn in a lion's paw,
And I feel the rage building in me.

The blood in me should begin to heat,
Boiling to the point of hatred.
Then my fury would swell,
My skin turning crimson.
A surge of passionate disgust,
Overflowing from unfathomable depths.
Like molten lava from a volcano,
I'd erupt. My anger ascending to frenzy.

But, I won't let that happen.
I won't let my anger out.
I can't melt this box, a cage, just yet.
Instead, I'll let my anger gnaw away,
At my very soul and core,
Like a dragon locked away in a cage.
No, my wrath will wait,
For a day when I can release it,
Full of bittersweet vengeance.
Someday, I'll gather the fire,
And I will melt these bars.

draconis windrazor ~†~