I want to tell you a tale, not any old tale such as a happy go lucky princess nor a gruesome foul story... A tale which will be unbelievable beyond your ears, but don't let your mind fool you, let it be your guide. To where you ask!? Well where all your dreams and thoughts live, your imagination. This tale begins where the first flower grew, the magnolia flower and from this small delicate flower rose something, something very strange and mysterious, a fairy? no, this creature has no wings, A pixie? it doesn't have the ears, well what is it? A human almost like a tiny woman, her bright blue eyes and hair like the orange sky at sun set. It was
his visage harbors generations by daybreaksmiles, literature
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his visage harbors generations
he sits and writes of younger men -
heads bent toward yellow pages,
ink spilling from pen-nibs like moody rivers,
gushing and dribbling in equivalence to
the draining of their lifeblood.
he ponders a phrase,
rewords, enjambs, marks through.
these boys are just like him,
they sit and stare,
would scrape the scales from moth-wings
for an ounce of inspiration.
they will grow old, perhaps
abandon their thankless profession,
staunch the mercurial flow of
fleeting thought to permanence.
but now they sit and write
of the men they will become.
they ponder a phrase,
reword, enjamb, mark through.
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we lost some things along the way
You started using,
shooting me (the gleam of my eyes;
the flush of my cheeks;
the uneven beating of my heart...)
straight into your veins.
Now - strung out and reeling -
I dare you to try
quitting this love cold-turkey.
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this rosebud is an unwavering sentinel
My mouth seals shut,
pink lips pressed tight around
all the words I want to say.
There they stand, stoic sentries
to my tangled thoughts until
the perfect phrase wiggles free-
shoves with all its feeble strength
against my flesh and
the drawbridge falls at last.
(these gates have been locked for years, you were long gone before the syllables assembled)
Hungry - Cave and Creature Flashback by millylove1098, literature
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Hungry - Cave and Creature Flashback
“Cave… I’m hungry.” Creature said rather quietly.
“Hmph…” Cave grunted, his silver eyes flicking open to look at the younger Dracain, “You’re expecting me to be able to do something about that?”
“Kinda…” Creature looked at him pleadingly.
Cave felt sorry for him, the youngster had been suffering from severe seasickness for the past two days, now they were on calmer waters it was only natural that he would be hungry and perhaps a little dehydrated. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, if truth be told, he was a little hungry himself.
He sat up to get a better look a