Well, I'll be polishing "This Earth Dragon Crumbles" for this month. I wasn't satisfied with it, and I'll be re-working on it. Of course, I humbly ask for your help as well. Don't sweat it if you can't help me I'm mainly looking for tips, suggestions, and ideas. Feel free to ask of me the same, just keep in mind I'm almost a complete amateur at writing

But before that, my friend would like some comments and help with his poetry. His writing is more romantic skewed than mine, if that helps nudge you over to his gallery.

Anyways...onto the poem. (You can throw your comments on my journal or the original piece here: [link])

This Earth Dragon Crumbles

A pebble, rough and brown.
I gather the earth around me,
as I wake, slowly changing.
Growing wings and tail, taking shape.

I stretch my wings, gently roaring.
The earth reverberates, alerting to my presence.
I protect those that I can, those that cannot defend themselves.
Those that have no where else to turn.

My price, I leave up to you to pay.
All I ask is for you to stand,
stand against your fears, your strife.
To stand up and roar with me.

I am asked to protect precious daughters,
to safe guard the deepest of secrets.
I am asked to watch over dogs, and cats,
even to guard the premises of empty mansions.

People turn to me, asking me.
For help, for advice, for entertainment.
Taking for granted my strength,
never paying attention to my wounds...

I am a protector, I am a guardian.
But even I need help,
help to overcome the pain.
The fear of failure, the fear of success.

People place their hopes and dreams,
their problems and worries.
on my shoulders. That precious cargo.
Dragging me down, crushing my wings.

Plummeting from the sky I cherish,
I roll onto my back, protecting my charges.
To the very last.
I hit the ground, shattering into infinite chips.

At least they are safe,
the hopes and dreams.
I am content, reduced.
A pebble, rough and brown.

I have many things I should be doing right now. But I just need some "mental health time" as my teacher eloquently put it.

snow persists, shadow
young maidens revel in spring
shedding skin, forget...
about Winter's loveliness
as she bleeds, the snow melting

It snowed again! I thought it was all going away, and spring was coming. I'm glad winter came back for at least another day. I was already beginning to miss the cold winds and snow.
The only draw back to having the snow, was the ice it left behind when it started to melt. My shoes have absolutely no grip, so it was incredibly difficult not walking on snow or gravel. I managed not to slip on and fall on any patch of ice though!
I did however trip on the sidewalk, onto ice. To be fair, it was jutting out and snow covered. I scraped my palm and elbow. And did some minor (I hope) damage to my hip, hence the title of the journal.

My muse has grown weary, so I won't be finishing the poems for April. I will write 30 Spring themed poems and stick 'em somewhere in my gallery.

The river has started to melt, I just need to go check on it soon.

Doesn't that sound epic? I think it's because of the two capital letters. Anyways I'm gonna try and write 30 poems still. Almost no chance I will finish by April. But I'll do something. The River is melting, so I'll have to check on that right away.

Follow me into to the light now:

I was tagged by


~RULES~
1. Post these rules.
2. Write 8 random facts: of thyself.
3. Post these things in a Journal/Blog.
4. In the end, tag and name 8 more people.
5. Go to their DA pages and comment saying that they are tagged...

Let me enlighten you :
1) When I saw my brother for the first time I said "It's dirty".
2) I started to write in grade 2. (My 3rd year of school)
3) I remember my dad taking my crying brother away when my parents split (dad felt too saddened to take him)
4) I'm socially inept (classmates tried to drag me into the swimming pool against my will)
5) I'm a gamer.
6) I like to fish (though not ice-fishing with my brother...luck son of...><
7) I like root beer
8) Cheezies are my favourite snack, because that's when I remember my family being gathered together. Just the four of us.

And I shall tag :

A sneak peak of my poem. Because someone thinks I lost it!

Funny thing
the way my mind works
Seeing a carrot on my lawn
to the past I am drawn.

That carrot was a special carrot
...not many escape my pot.
It brought me to months.
Long gone.

The wind was calm, nearly still.
From the sky, snow gently drifted.
Joining the glistening snow below.
The land had a nice, sunset glow.

I am not calling it "carrot poem" for the deviation title. I'm tired now, so good night/morning/evening.