Birth of the Moonlight GoddessThe date had gone well.She wore her prettiest purple coat, the one her sister had given her, brand new and pressed clean.He picked her up at the right time, and he kissed her during the movie.Afterwards, they wandered for hours through the city streets, gazing up at the pitch black sky.I'm so happy right now, he said. I feel so… alive.She had nodded.She wore her prettiest purple coat, the one her sister had given her - her sister loved purple and pink.Five years old, bouncing on the bed, her sister grabbed the puffy dress-up dress they shared. I get to be the princess!Four years old, cross-legged and still, she pulled
A Middle Age SingletonThe princesses are rescuing themselves now. All the handsome knights are gay. What's a man to do?....Oh, great. The last dragon in the world just got slain.That does it! I'm moving to another century.Huh? What's a MySpace?
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LauraLaura,Why?You were at the Youth Ball. I saw how you owned the flaring spotlight, how you twirled, and how you pirouetted across the marble floor—a manner that I consider inhumanly graceful—like a shrimp impulsively dancing in prism-stained waters. Your locks and your dress created this little blue-and-yellow vortex that flew to every corner of the room. Hands shaking, golden hair fluttering, you danced on and on and on . . . all while your gaze was fixed on Theodore.Don’t you know that he eyed you like you were a madwoman? Theodore threw you looks of awe, yes, but he was only mesmerized by your peculiar actions. He cocked his eyebrow often at you—stupid, you knew he was fed up!—but you did not stop dancing. Soon enough everyone else did the same: whispering and muttering about the demented girl before them.Then they sent you away. I remember you were crying, flailing, and begging to stay as they dragged you t
Rainier (Pollinated)When asked what I see,It's rather easy to beLiteral, analytical,Not at all sensationalBut when I speak what I observe,The ball's now thrown with a curve,A city becomes atmosphere,With smog and towers far and nearSo truly, is it much surpriseA sunset (or perhaps sunrise)Creates such powerful imageryBeyond what the eyes chose to seeA mountain reminds of friends gone by,A forest speaks of epochs passedA lake reflecting wonderfullyMissing only a sailboat's mastThe picturesque is peaceful, That calm continues onIt warms my heart to know todayNot all the world's beauty is gone.
ShadowFoxShe has the courage to fight fate,to stay strong through lies and hate.No tears will fall from her eyes,hidden beneath her beautiful mask of disguise.A quiet lonely fox in a forest of trees,shadows darkening all that it sees.With hair black as freshest ash,waist bound by a thick leather sash.Head draped with bands of beads,with intricate patterns only a mother can weave.Gazes follow her as she slowly strides,she will do anything for the future of her tribe.This time she will not escape,not another failed marriage left in her wake.The tribe leader has picked her and her alone,to marry his son and be heir to the th
Cheated Hearts - ICheated by the opposite of love...The solidity in her eyes is making me feel naked.It seems as though her pupils, rock hard and perhaps storing of endless knowledge, are burrowing through my skin like screws. I am bare and exposed; my emotions hanging out on the line to dry in the gentle summer breeze.Perhaps her eyes are so frighteningly probing, because they once swung hate my way, like a punch to the jaw, with each glance she tossed. Perhaps they are hiding some sort of mind blowing scar that I can only predict and never really understand.It could be neither of these things, but all I know is that somewhere along the timeline of a
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