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Resolution: Zutara Month Day 31Tic toc goes the mechanism in the machine,
Just as my heart pounds in my chest.
However, my own engine increases its strain the closer I get,
She across the floor with rapidly depleting distance.
I approach to hold aloft twin flutes of fine bubbling liquid,
She taking it from my hand and pleasure with elegance.
Never had I dreamed of a more statuesque form at my side,
Yet, I dare to hope to make this night a catalyst of my reality.
The seconds pass in smiles and wishes of good times,
Our eyes meeting between raised glasses.
Explosions and confetti rain down around us,
We lean our faces into each other’s.
Which of us is the pusher and whom the acceptor?
May it be haps; those labels don’t apply to our kind.
Destiny, instead, our matchmaking accomplice,
Guiding together spirits long ago separate, only to reunite at midnight.
Floating Away: Zutara Month Day 30Held here to the earth….
Pushed down from the clouds where once we soared…
Since the break, the skies are taken from us…
Long treks and sails keep us apart….
Just as great the distance the magnitude of the pull…
Ever increasing anxiety over the approach…
Burning need to forever take footsteps in his direction…
Though fatigue plagues me, I continue to his face…
Then he appeared on the horizon…
Floating from the earth on his beautiful balloon…
Regal and handsome as my heart and eyes see him….
Debonair landing with hand outstretched to mine…
So we defied the world and other’s judgment…
Bourne away on the winds once again….
Far from prying eyes and opinions…
We two… untouched by the world and its limits...
The Other Half of Our Story: Zutara Month Day 28Once I had such happiness…
Overcoming the Titans of the Dictatorship and ending the Rise of the Phoenix…
Out of war came the love I always wanted…
Only she would do…
Now I am bereft of she who I held so recently as mine…
Never would I have seen it coming when it did…
Neither would I have dreamed of who would seek her hand…
Noxious is the envy that he bore until he could hand it to me…
Tomorrow, once a happy anticipation, now a dread cloud on my horizon…
Twilight sees me alone with the stars staring…
Telling me to give way to the rage of all elements…
“Take her back, or leave them both broken as you are….”
But I force those thoughts into a cell in my mind….
Binding my vengeance until it sleeps and moves on…
Because I would see my friends be happy in my stead…
Beautiful friends they remain….
Day by day will I crawl from heartache…
Dawn will see me stronger an
Another Arc on the Ellipse: Zutara Month Day 27Walking out into the palace courtyard, I see my wife with my son.
There they both sit by the pond, feeding bread to turtleducks.
Remarkable how they resemble my mother and me, so many years ago.
Mother was a woman unparalleled in her time, both regal and nurturing.
She represented the best of the Fire Nation… respected and beloved.
Indeed, even now, she would command attention in any setting.
My Queen of Ice is the same; from keeping home she was raised,
Only to rise up the greatest of water benders and uniting all tribes.
Her beauty and power are unequaled on this world…
And my boy… so much like me already…
So unconfident… so angry… so naïve… so vulnerable…
Thus, with choices ahead, room for him to strengthen his new self in the years.
So the world moves on and, in doing so, stays the same.
I am both my great-grandfathers, she both her parents, and he, my son,
Will be the sum of all those parts, for better or worse, thus is
Sojourn of the Seeker: Zutara Month Day 26Journeying to the Northern Water Tribe was a sorrowful vacation from my life,
Loving two men with a heart endeavoring to hold onto them both,
Running away from them was like tearing a tree by the roots.
Responsibility, however, has plenty in mind for me over these weeks,
For the decision can only be made by me… for me… for all of us…
All the long miles looking at the sea from the back of sky bison,
I see the journeys that brought me together with them both.
Fate delivered my first love wrapped in glacial ice.
Irony brought my second love in a warship draped in armor.
Following both into the Eyes of Death, we all emerged victorious.
The hardest battles come in times of peace… commitment put on trial.
Growing so much with Aang, learning about love and life,
Never dreaming that someone I already knew could challenge me to change.
Realization dawned like the first morning ever, having always been there,
From the first moment I touched his face and began to care&
Mistress of Water and Colors: Zutara Month Day 25She dances on the beach with the waves at her command,
Free flowing sundress twirling in the breeze with her movement.
Turning to look at me with her sapphire eyes sparkling,
Broad smile a flash in the setting sun, she stretches her hands
And twin spirals of seawater coil into the air behind her.
Weaving a pattern of rotating diamonds on a string,
Sunlight strikes the prisms and the spectrum explodes,
Bathing me in a dozen rainbows before opening to frame her form.
Dazzled again by her beauty as much as her masterful control,
How effortless she makes the most complicated of labors.
Beginning to dance again, the loom twists around her,
Gleams of ice and water sparkling in between every color.
Rising up from the sand, I contribute my own patchwork of dancing flame,
Silhouettes of our figures dancing in the air, just as I step into the rainbow corridor,
Swaying shared by we two lovers, until the sun falls behind the ocean.
It's NotIt's not the lipstick gloss
that makes a kiss
the warm pulse beating through
It's not their size
but the words they whisper,
It's not the color
nor the length
nor the glint
of her hair
that makes her special
it is her smile
in the falling rain
reflecting the joy
of yet another Spring,
It's not the time
she spent getting beautiful
that makes her so
but in fact
it is the hours
she was besides my bed
when I was sick
and in fact
it is the minutes
I could hear her breathe
in my embrace
AND in fact
it is the seconds
I saw her cry
(out of happiness)
Because she's beautiful.
It's not the clothes,
nor the jewellery,
nor the colored nails,
nor the drawn-in brows,
nor the words she says
to other people,
and neither it is
It is her mind
that entertains my poems,
it is her charm
that paints my cheeks
and averts my shy eyes from her
It is her soul,
that I love.
The Origins Of The Ice Queen (Story)
As the Duke slammed into the cold, hard ground, Elsa knew that she had only made the accusations worse. As the fear began to consume her she ran out of the castle's huge, wooden gates, her breath increasing in speed and intensity the whole time. She heard a familiar voice shout after her. "Elsa! Wait!" It was her sister Anna. She was 2 years younger than Elsa and had a beautiful young face with a rosy complexion and had strawberry blonde hair with a white highlight in it. She wore a green and black royal gown with a flowery pattern over the torso. It was perfect for the coronation that had taken place that day. However, it was not so perfect for chasing the new Queen. "Elsa please! Stop!" Anna shouted at her terrified sister. Elsa started to sprint even faster now, she flicked her wrist and created an icy path in an attempt to slow down her ever worrying sister. Anna slipped and fell onto her behind. She let out a small yelp as she sat, stunned for a moment. She looked up and saw Elsa
SevenEach day is a new struggle.
Each day is an uphill fight.
I go out, and I wage war against them,
And I lose.
Then I come home,
Beaten and bruised,
They won the last one,
They'll win the next.
They'l win all the rest,
Until I'm finally dead.
But I am a warrior,
And one who will protect,
One who will serve,
Until his dying breath.
And why do I go out each day?
Why dawn my dented armor?
Because I know what I'm fighting for.
And though they may have victory,
And the sparkling spoils of war...
I have you,
And that is enough
To make me get out of bed each day,
To walk out the door,
To draw my sword and fight them,
To come home beaten yet once more;
But then I see your face
And I know I'd go through it all again
If it meant I won your love,
If it meant your affection.
For you I would fight this many battles:
Seven times seven times seven.
Sexual TensionI see the lust in his eyes,
a whirlwind of locked desire,
looking for a way to be unleashed
There's hidden intentions in all he does
He's always finding an opportunity
for our skins to touch
I want him to cross the line
I want to feel what he feels
I don't want to be forbidden anymore
I want to be his sweet meal
To feel different hands on my body
would awaken what I've been trying to hide
The fact that I want him to take me
I can no longer deny
I wish I could touch his body,
feel him up with my hands;
rub myself against him,
do his every command
The Voice of HeavenThe sweetest music fills the atmosphere
The voice of heaven itself
Surfing on waves of air
Sound so pleasant, beyond orgasmic
Listen to the subtle facets of its audible splendor
Every measure, every crescendo, every lick
Everyone is savored
Never have ears been so graced
Graced by such a precious lullaby
Transcendent silvery tones caress the soul
Knees begin to buckle
Everything fades in haunting mist
Oh, harmonious ballad!
The notes sparkle along their silky path
So smooth, so lovely
Sing them forever
Sing sweet love,
Your beautiful heart let shine!
Light up the darkness
Play your songs again and again
Play your songs in my heart
In the heart you've captured and chained to yours
If only everyone could know their magick
Those notes will resonate in me til I die and ever after
I love you, voice of heaven
Songs“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?”
Those aren't my words, what can I say?
Your laugh, your smile, your way with words,
Your song is borrowed by the birds…
sugarclawyou sang, watermystic
rosehips swaying two hearts
to a shell
and i, niagara
fell beneath, earth tesselate
seeping in infinite squares
but this is no desert love
story you are telling, lies
stretched over acres
o' your sweetscented mouth
By Suzanne Karbach 27th July 2014
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
Zutara Week Day 4: WhimsicalWhimsical
With all four nations represented and united,
The celebrations of liberation rising to carnival,
The affairs of the new State of Fire we abandoned
For a few hours of fellowship to the sound of the Flameos.
After we raised teacups to our triumph together,
Ty Lee whisks Mai to a girl's dance circle,
The rest of the group follows suit, leaving me
Sharing a relaxing respite to the sound of Uncle's Sungi horn.
I thought I couldn't be happier watching from the walls,
After all, dancing hadn't happened here in half a century.
Then my mind's eye lost focus to the vision in front of my scar
A smile below Southern eyes and the dark palm outstretched to mine.
But what to do?
Months ago, a day at the beach was a struggle for sanity,
How different my next trip real smiles in the sand.
A whole life of conflict, whether work or at play,
Until, with the world on the line, a group hug set me free.
My smile comes with a flourishing shrugging off of my robe,
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