Rise And Fall

May 9, 2011
By maggiebar1 GOLD, Valparaiso, Indiana
maggiebar1 GOLD, Valparaiso, Indiana
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A rise,
a fall.
Beauty begotten unto you,
but so tragically shattered.
Beauty scattered on the floor.
A broken mirror of what was,
used to be,
wants to be.
Wants is such a pleading word.
God, I hate it so much.
Wants a better life,
in a big house in Florida.
Wants to be skinnier,
the no-meals-a-day diet plan.
Wants to be beautiful.
Why didn’t I tell you you were beautiful?
I didn’t forget,
I thought it.
I know I did.
Why don’t we ever have the courage to say what’s on our minds?
Before its too late.
Is it too late?
If you’re still listening to me,
please don’t cover your ears yet,
I think you’re beautiful.
Don’t hide from yourself.
You’re running, even if you don’t know from what.
Just stop,
stand still.
Listen for a moment.
Silence speaks the truth.
Sometimes, silence is the loudest truth you’ll ever hear.


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on Jun. 12 2011 at 7:24 pm
SophiaCross SILVER, Plattsburgh, New York
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Favorite Quote:
To love, to be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of the life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

Purely amazing. Keep writing!


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