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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.
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
if we were to never speak again.In silence absolute
I almost forgot you,
I almost remembered to forget
you, lonely afternoon
of naked breath,
the softness of sunset
as it rakes along my skin.
The nonchalance of the sky
almost unbearably falters
an outbreak of tears
weigh down my hair
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
eyes blinking through the rain
glimpses of turquoise-
blue souls dancing, but
not quite entwined.
claws into my brows,
furrows the flesh
rivulets of thought
that tear through my nervous system
cellular tinnitus, reverberations
in my spinal column,
raising mountains from
my body, darklight clouds
ghosting in the peripheries
of my vision
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
a lyrical tattoo
of ripened countryside
a vibrant concerto
washed between us
tidal colour drowning,
from your sweet humour
to my aching sternum
the cliffs fall away
and autumn breaks in upon us,
auburn sorrows of light
You AreI am the moon,
And you are the sun,
I pale in comparison to you.
I am a student,
And you are a professor.
I cant keep up with you.
I am a snowflake,
And you are a blizzard,
I will never be like you.
I am a tree,
And you are a fire,
You can destroy me easily.
I am a star,
And you are the universe.
You are simply my everything.
I shrug into Harry's shirt
underneath my autumn scarf--
cologne on the cuffs bringing
color as I close my eyes,
the brown of his hair,
laughter, pine green.
Fingers on marbled buttons
smooth as the cream
he puts in his chai.
I think of him like rain on a Sunday,
a slow breath uttered in calm,
eyes shut to listen,
he is peace,
stability in grayer moments.
He is the space in my empty bed
I ache for him the way
I crave prayer and
the feel of a rosary.
I Write to a Lover Who Doesn't ExistYou must've noticed how I was left bleeding
Because all you could do was stare
At me with those gemstones you call eyes.
We danced around bookshelves in the mystery section
Pretending not to notice each other
And ignoring the fact that our eyes kept meeting.
I wonder now that if we'd danced in the romance section
Would we have still ignored that part of ourselves?
And after all, aren't mysteries ment to be solved?
You must wash your hair with sunflower petals and pomegranate seeds
Because your aroma is that of a goddess
And I was attracted to you as quickly
As if you had called my name.
Would you call my name?
And would you say yours as well
Because although I have a feeling you go by Aphrodite,
We have not yet acquainted ourselves.
Locks of LoveI haven't cut my hair
Since just before
I walked across the stage
Sixteen months ago.
I grew it out
Because, last summer, you loved
To run your fingers
Through its coppery threads.
That always made me feel
When you left for school again in August,
I couldn't bring myself
To get a haircut.
What if you came back,
And this time, my heart was ready for you?
Mid-semester, you told me that,
While you and your friends
Built your school's bonfire,
It was customary
That no one cut his hair
Or even shaved
Until the structure was finished.
I don't think I told you
That I let mine continue to grow
In your honor, except
I didn't cut it on Burn Day.
When we kissed on Christmas Eve,
You weaved your fingers
Through my silken locks
And made me feel beautiful once more.
I still didn't cut my hair,
Even after you left in March,
Save for the split ends
I trimmed in May,
Hoping to eradicate negative energy
But not wanting to let go of you.
Now it's September.
thuggish loverno more on love. tell me
instead of the hearts you've
beaten, and the way
they kept on
lukedon't leave me again;
the seasons flutter by with
the blink of spider web eyelashes
twirled around the pieces of
my decaying heart, molded
and renewed with the dawn
of your spring palms.
my senses spark in a
drunken flood of desire;
i refuse to wash away
our finger-painted memories
into the grasping swallow of
an atlantic undertow, but
the stale taste of vodka
sleeps under my palette.
you don't arc your silver
tongue to sip my salted
gums or latch your fists
into bird's nest tangled curls
--anymore, and the shivers
of shadows spin down my
splintered spine, the snap
of a twig between your
i'm alone; your cosmic dreams
and galactic eroticism treads
underneath another damsel's
breast, an arrow to her heart.
I wallow, naked and discarded,
drinking and drowning in the
alcoholic buzz of your sweat
on my tongue, all along knowing
you and i will never love again.
If I Were A Love PoetFor my Laban. For my love.
Sometimes, often enough
when my thoughts are consumed
with you- I find myself wishing
that I was a love poet.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful
to piece words together so artistically
that I could make people understand
what it’s like to miss hands
that have never held me?
Wouldn’t it be the damnedest thing,
if I could make a stranger
know how it feels to kiss you?
Sweetly, passionately, softly
Hesitantly- and yet all at once?
Even though their lips have never met yours,
Even though our lips have never met.
How lovely would it be
to sanely, yet romantically
explain to my parents what it’s like
to fall asleep with you?
We could tell them how you giggle when I beg you
to be the big spoon- because I feel like it’s to much responsibility.
We could tell them about the sleepy kisses you give me
at 3 a.m when you find me searching for
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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