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Enchanted Kingdoms – The Ruin of Snow
In this anthology of fairy tale retellings called Enchanted Kingdoms, there’s one of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. It’s called The Ruin of Snow by up-and-coming fantasy author Lacy Sheridan. It’s one of my favorite retellings and creates an empowering, complex female protagonist as opposed to the classic telling in which Snow White is […]
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Announcement IV
Hello everyone, I’m excited to announce that I will start doing reviews on here. Movies. Music. Books. TV shows. The plan is to merge my other blog Critique Mystique with this blog. Prepare for my first review.
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O Venus
O Venus, As the somber drums echo my heavy feet During the plight of wilted roses To which gray fog lingers against my skin, I pray to you, O Venus, Let your red arrows strike Softer than lightning; Let the silky white doves fly High in the blue heavens. O Venus, I wither away from […]
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fool
So, maybe I’m a Queen of Hearts, destroying love with heavy darts. But who are you, o Fool that clings? Everything you do, it just stings. Or maybe you’re the King, And I’m just a puppet on a string. But I broke free, you saw me fly. You’re on one knee, but don’t dare try. […]
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Again
There’s a tide in your eyes, and several hundred reasons why I should simply say goodbye as I look into the tide in your eyes. But there’s in the tide in your eyes that I can never deny, so I give it a try … Again. I’m falling Again. Catch me, I’m falling. Again. There’s […]
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Shadow
Light fades through the room, drones out the sound, uncertainty looms to the past to which we’re bound. I can’t feel your heart, but I know that it’s slow, unable to grow, lost in the wind that blow, so … You fade into a shadow. You don’t recognize the tears on my face. Everything we […]
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Bad News
Don’t bother to get too close. I won’t be your ideal host. I’m the fire, the burn, the ember, the spark, the flame, the smoke that’s making you nervous. You see me around, watching me drown, gray in the frown, walking in town, like I ain’t worth it. But you’ve heard it. I’m bad news. […]
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patchwork
Look at the stitches across my skin. Each is one a different pattern: The teddy bears of infancy and innocence; The bubbles of childhood and optimism; The clouds of adolescent darkness; And the wind of the future. Look at me. Am I not proud?
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Burn
Flares could cave in on my skin. Hot red flares burning my skin. Why did partake in such sin? To touch the amber gloss of her skin, hot red flares burning my skin, how could you not know what might’ve been? Sleep in the hollow night, you and your manly might. Do you you not […]
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melancholy
Where the water is dry, Where the fire is wet, A river of tears stream from my eyes. Where the sun is dark and gray, and the sky is mucky blue, I wander with no place to stay. Where lips curl downwards, where the only noise is a spark of hatred, I climb outwards. To […]
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