Concept: A woman about as beautiful as many, always seats herself before a mirror to adorn herself in cosmetic, to appear attractive, for no one. That mirror is her curse for loneliness. Though there is a man who represents the “peeping tom” in this story.…
Why is it that over the centuries, we have had beautiful art that has touched the viewers, or the listeners, or the readers to a level where they had wept? It is because a common factor of humans is to hide a vulnerability. What had…
I caught her beside the portrait, fairly new to its beholding. I caught where she sighed a breath to disturb the oils, or perhaps cause it to dry a bit faster. I caught how her hair fell down just an inch longer, after the time…
I swear To hold the world up. Each tragedy shall fall at my command, Each bitter tear shall drop to never again be seen, Each angle shall turn into a beautiful curve Of your now broken flesh. I want to hold the mirror to your…
“I have given up all for her happiness. My wealth, my reputation, my dreams, my future, my mind… and then, my heart. She goes on alone, not even bothering to stop for love. Not even bothering to stop to aid the lone leaf upon the…
There are many who thrive upon the word “evidence” to support there being something of “existence”. When does something of non-existence, ever become something of existence, without belief? What does not exist, must require belief, for it to exist. It is not delusion, though is…
Each person’s pride should be solely based on action. Each person’s humility should be solely based on what a person becomes. There is nothing so pitiful to look upon, than the lazy individual who wants what they believe to deserve, simply for existing. They have…
Sweet dreams, Romance, Blessed scenes, Entrance Among faces that scorn the wedded in my arms. They cannot see Who I’ve come to need In arms, embraced among the universe, As she is my sun. My light, unbroken and won. We fall into white blankets and…
And, it is Alessio’s eyes that have caught the sight, again. He feeds a string to her gaze, of a woman recognized for much attraction. Bold in her shape, and gentle in her step. Yet, it is as if no one else, besides Alessio, has…
A breath for a bird,To keep her wings afloat. A guide for a smile,To keep it going for the while. I need the prettiness of her aged beautyTo mimic the skies never to part,When I keep it together. I feel the worship of my hands,…
