Draconic-Lover

Hello world. I haven't posted anything here for awhile but life has been good overall. I figured I would share some poetry I've been placing around the internet as of late. Children in Summer Summer's sun comes back again Glowing rays on asphalt shimmer in stark contrast to the nearby glenn where flowers bloom, and creek beds glimmer Laugher is heared like the giggling creek as children pluck flowers; yellow and blue comparing their finds cheek to cheek as Summer's heat trembles with breeze through and through But as twilight brings relief from Summer's hot day the children return, with their choice of flower their cheeks now pink they happily say "These are for you!" to the happiest Mother. ~~~~ Happy Couple . Petals swirl and twirl Courting breeze with colors true Their dance giving joy ~~~~ The Nature of Luck What makes a number unlucky; for 13 so much is at stake? When people avoid it on Friday are they lucky or is it a mistake? Could fate really be countered By giving a

It's been a while. I have been in a reflective mood this morning and came on here to look at things. Went through my old journals, and saw my history unfold. And I saw something interesting. Before I reveal that though, I should give some updates and background. Forewarning though...some things may not be comfortable to read. ... ... ... ~~~~ First, I would like to start with admitting that I was in an abusive relationship for 8 years. This relationship taught me some very hard lessons. It has changed me in ways I would have never expected in the early years of joining this site and the optimistic posts I had back then. I was targeted, d

I Know I know what it is like to wake up in my bed. to wonder what new horrors I will face in the day ahead to see a world against me as I struggle to be free to have no chance of happiness that people have a right to be I know what it is like to hope for something more to wake up with a smile in a world that I'm not sore to be with those I love people near and people far to enjoy the sky above and wipe away the scars I know what it is like to see opportunity slip on by to grasp for what I want for my dreams to be only nigh to see my hopes and fears laid bare before my eyes shattered by those I hold dear through treach