Be brazen. Be bold. Be blunt. Because things coated in sugar was never healthy for people anyways.

Love is a one sided fantasy

yankee scribe
lunchtime, fitted sheets
sometimes the mask drops

let's be passion,
i exalt

yes, please
i would
i want to

spongy memory
prospecting

listen
long ago
slipstream

please
draw it shut

faded
bold
transcendent

Time heals old wounds,
But new ones bleed and scar,
For every truth abounds,
You'll find yourself drifting far;

It's a matter of patience,
More so than like, lust or love,
You can give up your conscience,
For life will dare you to move;

So give it all you've got,
Never once should you hold back,
At the end of the rainbow a ***,
Of gold and so much more to pack.

@byizn

becareful Cinderella
your sisters want your fella
there is no umbrella
for the amount of years
you'll spend in tears
Sleeping beauty, keep on dreaming
Don't wake up to princes scheming
you'll find yourself lost in things not worth believing
Ariel, adhere to the truth
don't trade the Ocean for feeling blue
You shouldn't have to change who you are
If the man is really for you
Repunzel, don't let down your hair
be your own hero, let that dragon know you're not scared
Snow white be wise with whom you dabble
better to starve than eat from rotten apples
those dwarves are small but they're your brothers
let them help you re-discover
all the things about yourself
you won't learn from a prince or someone else
Jasmine listen
has anyone mentioned
better to have a man thats smitten
then a man who's simply full of riches
Belle be aware with the beast
he is only half a man to say the least
Tiana don't you find it odd
that your kiss could make him a prince
instead of instruction from God
oh the fairy tales we tell
do not buy what they try to sell
you're better off without that loan
finance your thinking on your own
what you produce will be better for your story
and worth hearing if it includes God getting the glory...

Red is a paradox

                                                    Red can be hate
                                                 Blood boiling anger
                                              Fist fights and beatings
                                                Rumors and gossip
                                      Red like fall leaves falling away
                                         From the tree - their family
                                   From the other leaves - their friends

Red the color of a hot temperature

                                                   Red can be love
                                                Pretty little blushes
                                             Passion and friendship
                                     Beating hearts and broken hearts
                                         Red like a rose symbolizing
                                         Thorns - the hard struggles
                                 The petals - the good and wonderful
Red is bold.
.

Why? Simply that,
Somedays, It's just so
(F)un
(L)iving
(I)n
(R)omantic
(T)ragedy

Than being

(L)ost
(O)ver
(V)ulnerable
(E)motions

When someone passes, yes the body itself is gone, but the spirit and soul wander leaving fingerprints on the one's left behind.

*

She sees him in the snowfall - light and quiet - yet sparkling as it falls and hits the pavement.
She sees him in people's eyes - lost in the color
She sees him in the laughter that surrounds her - it fills her heart
She sees him while driving - far and wide touching corner to corner
She sees him in the color red - bold and full
She feels him in the wind, in the sunlight, in the cold, in the sand, snow, rain, leaves.
She feels him while tears rush down her cheekbones
She feels him while she twirls around the dance floor - precise movement
She feels him in the never ending tune - tapping to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
She sees him in the bad days, but also the good.

He left behind stardust that is imprinted on her heart
He is at rest now - high in the clouds - playing on stars
And when she feels lost, he throws some more stardust down from heaven right where she can see it.

Yes the body is no longer there, but those who pass, truly never pass.
"For they are like the wind" and never leave us.
They become our new constant
Something that will never run, disappear, or fall
Our new infinite infinity

What's in a title
but a taste of what's to come
what's in the first word
that lurked in the writer's mind
followed by a flood
of words

What's in the first glance
at the capital letter resting above all
but a rush of curiosity
to dissect the ideas later

What's in the boldness of it
but the courage to stand tall
and heavy with the bulk of the story

What's in the thought behind it all
but a chaotic idea
brought
to balance the tumultuous
ramblings
of a scared mind
only alive
under a title
in bold and capital