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I was laying in your bed
waiting for you to come jump in
I put on some music, of course my favorite song
wondering what was taking you so long
finally you walk through the door
and I couldn't wait to kiss you more.
you slowly walk over, but instead of laying on your bed
you grabbed my hand instead.
you pulled me in close and we started to dance
which I swear to god, put me in a trance.
Our song came on and you whispered every word in my ear
soft enough for just me to hear.
Your hands on my hips, mine in your hair
that's when I knew, we had something rare.
We danced and danced, you spun me around and dipped me down
We were holding each other so close, as if we would never let go.
In those moments, we were infinite
I wish we had never finished.
When the song was over, you kissed my lips.
Oh god did you kiss my lips. you kissed me like you were suffocating and I was the only air you needed.
you picked me up and layed me on your bed.
you kissed my forehead and made your way to my neck.
You found my ear and whispered slowly "I'm in love with you."
I know this poem is ****** but this was the best night of my life
The child screams as the beast draws near,
unable to run frozen in fear.
Pinning the boy to the ground with one claw,
then ripping him open he begins to maw.
A girl so fragile yet so brave,
draws the beasts attention with one small wave.
The beast lashes out with fiery breath
The girl cries out with the pain of death
People flee without success,
from the dragons murderous breath.
Soon there is nothing left to ****,
the village lays quiet desolate and still.
The beast waists nothing of his prey
He feeds until the end of day.
The rest he takes back to his weyr,
To feed his hatchlings waiting there.

© Crystal Erickson 1999
I wrote this years ago as a teen. I wanted to take the other side of the happy ending most stories have and try to show the reality of what it would be like if dragons were real back in mid evil times.  We wouldn't stand a chance.  I tried to separate myself from the story and focus more on the raw natures of predator and prey.  We don't see ourselves as prey much because we are top of the food chain, take just one predator animal in existence and give them intelligence and we would not stand a chance.
 Dec 2014 TwistedTales
Kylia
Sometimes I wonder
How inspiration comes...
Does it tap you on your shoulder to announce its arrival?
Does it sneak into your heart like Santa Claus squeezing his
Fat bottom down the chimney on Christmas eve?
Or does it hurtle towards you in the
Speed of light like a meteorite from space,
Exploding in a shower of sparks and a dramatic
~FLASH BANG~
upon landing?
Perhaps it cuts a hole in your heart and
Presents itself as a headache.
Or maybe...

I guess I'll never know?
The inspiration for this came like a pillow landing, I suppose, with a soft bump in my brain. I'm supposed to be doing my work, but I CANNOT FOCUS. Must have eaten too much chocolate. Actually now that I think of it, the last one sounds like a writers block.
I searched the world
For hidden treasure
But found an oak
Without measure

Within this tree
Was a dungeon of monsters
A dungeon of freaks

I reached the end
Their queen was dead
By the sword
Of a younger man

When he left that tree
He journeyed to find me

I'm the princess
But he's the dream
Waiting in
The forest scene
Life is so subjective
And original
No two people see the same
World around us
No one will ever understand
The darkness of a whisper
The bright light of my mother
Or the color of her voice
Or the song that plays in my head
Every time I drive by that place
Or why my eyes glance over
Every time I pass her house
Or his
Or hers
No one knows the colors
I see when I close my eyes
Or the fact that certain things
Prevent me from opening them
If life is a riddle
Coated in layers of confusion and dust
How should we ever figure it out?
Because know one knows the meaning
Behind anything we see
Hear
Or taste
Or how each letter and number
Have a different color to me
No one knows why
I chose to write the way I do
Or why I even make art in the first place
I just kind of do
No one will even know
The meaning behind my words
But that's just the beauty of life
I had to learn.
Share with me my pain, my pity
Share with me my loss, my loss
Don't pretend, don't play games
I can see what you hold in
I say nothing to this knowledge
That you hide on the outside
I know what you really think
The secrets you wont share
On the exterior your mask you wear
I will keep your secrets safe
Never let you know, I know
I'll never let you feel ashamed
Thinking what I'll think of you
I will share your pain, your pity
I do feel your loss, your loss
I pretend I can not see within you
I let you wear your mask
I love you either way!

©Crystal Erickson
 Nov 2014 TwistedTales
Ovid
Do you hear society crumbling?
Do you see the cowards fleeing?
Do you feel the burning?

The streets are filled with the screams of women and children
Hell is on Earth but you don't even realize it yet
The forgotten shall remember this day

You pray that God bless all you have
While the forgotten have nothing
They have lost all empathy

Your being is a mockery
May the forgotten have mercy
The desolation shall be all we see

Close your eyes
Dig your grave
The forgotten and I shall remember this day
Pretty brutal if I do say so myself lol
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