Saturday, February 23, 2013

Phoebe and Belthazor

Pretty Phoebe
Happily innocent, naive to a fault
Open to new experiences that have yet to be discovered
Everyone who sees her is instantly either jealous or enraptured by her
Beauty unmatched on the
Earthly plain.

Bold Belthazor
Evil in heart and deed
Liar's tongue spinning webs of bent truths
Trying anything and everything for another slice of
Happiness - the one thing that seems to
Always be just out of reach. Such a powerful being, struck down not by
Zeus, but by nimble Eros. Loss of love... the
Only thing that can add fuel to his

What fate has combined
Will be strengthened or weakened
Only by these two.

Sunday, February 17, 2013


Doubt. Uncertainty.
two ways to kill a new love
or strengthen, once past.

My sanity... lost.
sacrificed on Love's altar
My psychotic heart.

Aborted Love

Killed before it’s first breath
Bright eyes never allowed to open
Suffocated by fear, doubt, and uncertainty
Never allowed to crawl
To walk
To run, hand in hand with hope
To learn
That the sun shines brightest after the darkest storms
That the prettiest smiles are behind tear-streaked eyes
To experience the pride of overcoming an obstacle to win the prize
Never given a chance
Wiped from everything but the heart