Monday, February 20, 2012

Turned to Stone


She stands stiffly with a statue's posture
Her marble skin is whiter than snow and colder than ice
Her platinum hair is frozen  in an image of the ocean's frothy waves
Her face is vague and magical, so unreadable that anyone that looks at her is mystified
Her eyes are the only glimmer of color that she shows; they dance with imprisoned joy that time has turned to hate
She is refined, elegant, graceful, beautiful; everything that she should be
Yet no one can bear to look at her, not even the sculptor that transformed her in to this beautiful monster
They say that he loved her, but how can you destroy such innocent beauty and turn it into the symbol of all evil?

Monday, February 6, 2012

7 Reasons

Love is a is a delicate melody that blooms like a velvety red rose. 
Faith is a satin ribbon, holding things together in an unbreakable bind.  It can be wonderful or terrible but never undone.
Fear is a shadow haunting your thoughts and stalking your dreams.
Hope gives you the ability to fly, to surpass what anyone has deemed impossible
Boredom is a lack of anything else, no better thing to do with your life, than ruin others
Revenge is a curse, a drop of venom from a viper's fang.
Despair is a single tear, lacking in all life and happiness

These are the seven reasons anyone does anything.  Try to find others, they will all fit into one of the categories above.  These are seven of the most powerful words in the world. Don't choose to live in any one of these things, because the others need balance and will soon follow.