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 Jan 2014 Kelsi Herring
tayler
bruised knuckles on aphrodite.
beating fear in the pawn of love.
candle wicks bloom in the heart of the mighty.

guillotine lips whisper the call of the dove.
casted wings of beauty melt.
when asked to care, angelic shoulders shrug.

gasoline of her words--heartfelt--
poured onto my pyre.
these flames, before her knelt.

beauty that scalds those who touch its fire.
human nature made it a liar.
Of bright fame. The name Roberta comes from over the serene rippling body of the Atlantic. From a continent of islands and many unique and seperate nations. From England. To me, when I think of this name I was given, I feel wrinkled and old. From a world of the past wrapped in sophistication. Although, I feel anything but a star of fame. Shooting across the sky, her time in the spotlight there and gone in a heartbeat. More like a tiny flickering star that just sits in the background unnoticed as the show goes on without her. A girl who is not yet confident enough to claim the spotlight as her own and be proud of who she is. A star not ready to shine.
Written for my English class my freshman year. We had to search what our names meant and write about what they meant to us... this is mine.
She runs.
Where? I don't know.
What I do know, is she enters a forest.
This is no ordinary forest, with no ordinary secrets.
It belongs to the snakes.
For all eternity she will run, seeking refuge from their control,
yet she will find none.

Doomed to unhappiness and uncompleted paths, is the life she leads.

The snakes will take away everything,
slowly, until nothing of hers is left.
She has been left defenseless and alone.
Cut off from society, stripped of her confidence.

The snakes will pay.
Their blood is the revengeful cost of what they have taken from her.

So, prepare yourself, beasts.
for she refuses to succumb. And now,
she is out for your blood.

That's what you get when you mess with a free soul.
Karma's a *****, ain't it.
Based off a book I read.

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