My smile is beautiful
My eyes, mysterious
Alluring,
I am very intriguing.
So why am I ALONE?
I sit on a wall,
Watching hundreds pass
But every day I know,
I am still ALONE.
You know my face,
A household name,
And he is to blame!
For painting me all ALONE.
By now I'm sure,
You know who I am,
Mona Lisa
Up on your wall,
ALONE
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Abstract painting
By Tatyana Dobay
My emotions are running wild
Each color resembling a feeling
I pick up the paintbrush like a wild child
When will come the healing
this calamity stabs like a knife
It's bringing out a part of me I never knew I had
Nothing feels right
maybe this will help a tad
blue as my sadness
green as my doubt
Red and orange as my anger and madness
Black and white as I shout
As all the colors mix, they resemble the mixed emotions I am thinking
I can think straight, my mind feels as if its shrinking
By Tatyana Dobay
My emotions are running wild
Each color resembling a feeling
I pick up the paintbrush like a wild child
When will come the healing
this calamity stabs like a knife
It's bringing out a part of me I never knew I had
Nothing feels right
maybe this will help a tad
blue as my sadness
green as my doubt
Red and orange as my anger and madness
Black and white as I shout
As all the colors mix, they resemble the mixed emotions I am thinking
I can think straight, my mind feels as if its shrinking
The Fairest of Them All by Catlin McGowan
The fairest of them all should be me.
After all,
I am her step mother
The sparkle in her eyes show her love for him
This look is despicable
Prince "Charming"
What's that supposed to mean?
He is not so charming to me.
Seeing Snow's happiness kills me inside.
That girl should have been dead years ago
If it weren't for those dumb dwarfs who saved her
I would have been considered
The fairest of them all.
After all,
I am her step mother
The sparkle in her eyes show her love for him
This look is despicable
Prince "Charming"
What's that supposed to mean?
He is not so charming to me.
Seeing Snow's happiness kills me inside.
That girl should have been dead years ago
If it weren't for those dumb dwarfs who saved her
I would have been considered
The fairest of them all.
The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere by Victoria LoRusso
The clock strikes midnight,
The fast pace of horses hooves,
A cry. Moving on.
The fast pace of horses hooves,
A cry. Moving on.
Why Ms.? by Kelly Young
Now Ms.,
I know you have been posing for a while;
But why, Ms., do you not exactly smile?
You are not mad,
You are not sad,
Then why Ms., do you not portray the emotion of glad?
Your smile, I've heard is white as the moon.
I've been painting you for hours, 'tis nearly noon;
will that smile appear soon?
Still, I don't know why,
You're as magnificent as the sky,
But why do you look rather sly?
Now Ms.,
I know you have been posing for a while;
But tell me Ms.,
Please,
Why do you not exactly smile?
I know you have been posing for a while;
But why, Ms., do you not exactly smile?
You are not mad,
You are not sad,
Then why Ms., do you not portray the emotion of glad?
Your smile, I've heard is white as the moon.
I've been painting you for hours, 'tis nearly noon;
will that smile appear soon?
Still, I don't know why,
You're as magnificent as the sky,
But why do you look rather sly?
Now Ms.,
I know you have been posing for a while;
But tell me Ms.,
Please,
Why do you not exactly smile?
Sky Above Clouds by Hannah Carroll
Feeling invincible floating in total solitude,
Detached from the city streets, alone.
Gliding over treetops, skyscrapers and clouds.
White, fluffy haze goes on further than the horizon,
While the sky stretches in shades of indigo
Into the plush, pastel sunset. I sail into the sunset,
Whose beauty can provide solitude.
The brightness that comes before night's dark indigo
Is a sight that stands alone.
As day melts into the horizon,
I watch as the wind moves clouds.
Detached from the city streets, alone.
Gliding over treetops, skyscrapers and clouds.
White, fluffy haze goes on further than the horizon,
While the sky stretches in shades of indigo
Into the plush, pastel sunset. I sail into the sunset,
Whose beauty can provide solitude.
The brightness that comes before night's dark indigo
Is a sight that stands alone.
As day melts into the horizon,
I watch as the wind moves clouds.
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