She was a goddess once...
I know that there is a key to this mystery heart somewhere at the bottom of the ocean burried under sand and stones. But it is not here, so true love cannot be unlocked and accepted until some sort of Romeo swims to the deep abyss to rescue it. Only then will be known the true man who will risk his life for love.There is something underneath this scarlet air that holds the truth of this life, but until we exist in the dust that we breathe, we shall never know.
I am positive that there was once a goddess in every woman. But the soul of that goddess was cut to shreds by dagger words and sharp silence. Every love is star-crossed and imperfect and deadly. In every generation of heartache there is a Romeo and there is a Juliet; there is a heart and there is a sword. And every time it is Juliet who is left gasping for breath; bloody fingers clenching her stabbed heart, as she remembers when he swore he loved her more...
I am one who still believes in Happily Ever Afters, even if I have to be dragged through hell to get there. No fairytale is perfect; even Sleeping Beauty has her nighttmares. I know His last breath will be my first breath, for I cannot live or be rebron until his soul is robbed of all life. Even if it takes forever, my long-lived fragic storybook will close with the lines "and they lived happily ever after". Because Romeo won't change his mind. That's why people still remember his name, always twined with hers: Romeo and Juliet. That's why it was a good story. "Juliet gets dumped and ends up with Paris" would have never been a hit. Happiness will come.
Everlasting golden skin,
Dulled with silence and dispair,
Knotted silk of spiderwebs,
Now replace her flowing hair.
Blood-shot eyes and strawberry lips,
Caked on blood and secrets,
Sweetness scents of flower myrrh,
Nothing left but shell of her.
She was a goddess once....
Blog: (julietliesbleeding.blogspot.com)
Website: (ladyjuliet.webs.com)
I know that there is a key to this mystery heart somewhere at the bottom of the ocean burried under sand and stones. But it is not here, so true love cannot be unlocked and accepted until some sort of Romeo swims to the deep abyss to rescue it. Only then will be known the true man who will risk his life for love.There is something underneath this scarlet air that holds the truth of this life, but until we exist in the dust that we breathe, we shall never know.
I am positive that there was once a goddess in every woman. But the soul of that goddess was cut to shreds by dagger words and sharp silence. Every love is star-crossed and imperfect and deadly. In every generation of heartache there is a Romeo and there is a Juliet; there is a heart and there is a sword. And every time it is Juliet who is left gasping for breath; bloody fingers clenching her stabbed heart, as she remembers when he swore he loved her more...
I am one who still believes in Happily Ever Afters, even if I have to be dragged through hell to get there. No fairytale is perfect; even Sleeping Beauty has her nighttmares. I know His last breath will be my first breath, for I cannot live or be rebron until his soul is robbed of all life. Even if it takes forever, my long-lived fragic storybook will close with the lines "and they lived happily ever after". Because Romeo won't change his mind. That's why people still remember his name, always twined with hers: Romeo and Juliet. That's why it was a good story. "Juliet gets dumped and ends up with Paris" would have never been a hit. Happiness will come.
Everlasting golden skin,
Dulled with silence and dispair,
Knotted silk of spiderwebs,
Now replace her flowing hair.
Blood-shot eyes and strawberry lips,
Caked on blood and secrets,
Sweetness scents of flower myrrh,
Nothing left but shell of her.
She was a goddess once....
Blog: (julietliesbleeding.blogspot.com)
Website: (ladyjuliet.webs.com)
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, and quote is "last christmas, i gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away. this year, to save me from tears, i'll give it to someone special.". - I am a 16 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm designing.
- I am in the groups Beautiful Minds Dark Addictions, Eating Disorders, For People Who Love to RHYME, I am in need of a trace from your ink, Teenage Witches, emo baby, xXDarkxPoetsXx
- I have 357 comments, 6 contests, 115 poems, 1 story, 1 philosophy, 5 journals
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Sun glows through the blinds of her heart,
Cold as the dark side of the moon.27 lines, 12 comments, April 29. In Bringing light to darkness. Sadness. -
Without you my heart is as cold inside,
As a chill on a rainy day.23 lines, 2 comments, April 23 -
I understand why the caged bird sings,
Because on hope it's freedom rings,18 lines, 3 comments, April 13 -
Senza lei sono come freddo dentro,
Come il lato scuro della luna.69 lines, 3 comments, February 12. In In Hope to all Kidnapped and Exploided Children -
Three monthes ago yesterday,
I would not have seen.41 lines, 5 comments, February 10. In Something's missing -
When you call to me I follow,
When I call to you you run.27 lines, 2 comments, January 5 -
Don't you always wish that you could go back to yesterday when you knew what was going on and everything was alright?24 lines, 4 comments, December 7, 2008. In Longing
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Bloody pages torn inside,
The hollows of the soul.36 lines, 4 comments, December 1
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As soon as I arrived I knew something was out of place. Streetlights cracked like broken bones; broken and floating through your bloodstrea3241 lines, November 8. In 2000-5000 words
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I guess that L-O-V-E was a word that my heart never fully comprehended. To my misfortune, a dark cloud seems to float overhead and block the sunny sides of any relationship that I'm in. Joe and I were great. Perfect, actually. The only problem was that he lived far away, and we barely saw eachother. A week or soJuly 6, 300 words. → 5 comments, Add one?
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a glimpse of hine sight is blinding..i miss you like hell. your excuses are smart and well thought out but simply cannot portray what i know really went on. and i truly wish you would tell me. were the eyes that i once looked in so deeply engaged those of someone who was prepared to intentionally hurt me? this isMay 6, In Spur of the moment. 200 words. → 2 comments, Add one?
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ScratchedAt on November 5Northern Downpour sends it's love ;-)
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Lady Juliet on October 15hi
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Let-Me-Go on October 8HI leahhh
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Lady Juliet on September 14very deep corey. just not sure
