MAL

MAL

Once upon a time,
a dark fairy
chose a heart of gold.

Once upon a time,
the prince's heart
She earned,
Rising from the cuts
And burns.

Once upon a time,
she loved him
For his heart
Not his crown.
Once upon a time,
she turned the world
Around.

Once upon a time,
She became fire,
Igniting from the her soul of ember.

Once upon a time,
Once upon a lilac symphony,
She burned,
She learned
Her heart
Is ember.
And she is
Mal.

Eve

Eve

Red as a ruby apple. 
Black dazzling with crystals.
Cast off like misfit;
Magic was my strength,
So I used it
Like a puppet.

Red as the magic
In my veins.
Crystal like
The glass
I look into
In vain.
I am bad.

Eat my apple,
My forbidden fruit.
If you sleep,
You're like me.
You're Eve.

Black is my color!

Regina Mills

The Phoenix

The Phoenix


Born from ember,
That's what I am.
Born by crystallized blood,
Born with the heart
Of the phoenix.

Iron pierces my heart
When tears hit my chest,
But my pain
It's green.
You cannot hurt me.
When your bullets
Ricochet off my heart
You will feel the glow
Of my strength.

Your words,
Your stick and stones,
Your will to strike me down
It ignites the fire,
The will to be ember
The will to be more than possible.
I am more than bulletproof
From your hate.
I'm more than diamond
From your iron.
I'm more than titanium
To your power.
I'm unprecedented,
I'm ubiquitous.
I'm more than human.
I am the phoenix.


As you can tell, I have seen Maleficent: Mistress of Evil this week. For this reason, I will be making odes to my favorite Disney Villains.

Glass

Crystals reflect in my eyes. 
The color is so clear, so sharp,
It's like light blaring in my eyes:
My eyes begin to cry.
No dye,
And the reflection,
It tells no lies.

In the transparent crystals,
I see the misty black.
My horns
My raven wings
My feathery dress;
It's all black.

But I have a heart;
My lips are red as blood
In the mist of the crystals.

But some bubbling liquid,
Something that makes a fizzing sound
Makes every color fainter.
It's faint version of the hue
Of my lips.
Engulfing the crystal.
Little bubbles,
Little round crystals
For the cylindrical
Glass.

My soul,
My colorful yellow-green eyes
Are what reflect.
They're all that's left.

The Rose

Youth is a treasure,
It's meant for pleasure;
It's meant for discipline;
It's meant for sin.

Youth is a rose.
When it blooms,
Its beautiful, rich petals
Your senses they consume.
You are the sun—
Your rays allow for the rose
To grow.
You are the water—
You keep the rose
Growing.
You are the seed—
You plant the possibility of youth.

But there are times when too much water
Drowns the rose
There are times when too much sun
Dries out the beauty of the rose.
Like a rose,
Youth flowers just like the rose;
It there for one season;
Then it goes.
The rose petals begin to wilt
And just like that,
the world is still.

Youth is a treasure.
Youth is a rose.

Saturday night

In the strobe lights,
Another Saturday night,
Another party in my brain,
Another rambunctious Sorry game,
I see your face
Beautiful like china,
Beautiful as Paris.

You stick out
Among a row of men
In white collars
And black suits.

Eyes
Limpid pools
Of ocean blue,
Flitting from the cerulean screen
Glowing against your face,
And back to me.

The strobe lights begin to flicker,
And the white collars disappear.
The world is us
If we establish thus
A bond,
If we establish thus
A place
Where we mix together like yin and yang,
Together like melody and harmony.

The stitches of fate bind together.
Warm intertwines with cold.
Fire and rain neutralize.
And the world curls into brightness.

Once upon a time.

The Other Side

Shadows.
She sees shadows
Shaped into the outline
Of her demons.

Her breath.
Her breath grows soft,
Nothing more
Than the gentle hum
Of summer air.

But her thoughts.
Her thought are cold.
Cold as winter.
Cold as ice.
Sharp as a knife
When she sees the shadows.

Her hands.
Her hands,
Once stretched into the light,
Now curled into fists.
Fists of darkness.

The shadows.
The shadows,
Gray as the world
Carve into the darkness.
The darkness of her chest.

Its cadence.
Its cadence mimics the song of her heart.
Her heart turns to stone.

Her eyes.
Her eyes become blind.
Blind to the darkness.
Blind to the world bleeding before her.

The song in her ears.
The song in her ears is a pulse of metal;
Its refrain is a surge of crescendoing ire.
It cuts her senses like a knife.

The world ignored her.
But she ignored the world first.
She overreacted,
And strove to be the worst.
What went first,
And which went last
Is not a question;
It's a question of
What came first
And which came last:
The darkness
Or the loss of her youth
Is now in the past.

Rainbow

I see a rainbow
After every storm of tears.
Crystallized like a diamond,
It calls me.
Red for the flames.
Orange for the hair-pulling.
Yellow for the sunshine of smiles.
Green for every time I overreact.
Blue for the sea that calms me.
And purple for the maturity of my soul
Young and old.

I wear my colors like a badge
Because there's nothing wrong
Just being me.

I am a rainbow.

h.i.s.t.o.r.y

Draped in a headscarf, 
Off doth a girl prance to school.
Huddled between two seats,
The girl doth know she broke their rules:
A woman,
A lover of her hometown valley in the shallows,
Spoke the truth,
And almost went to the gallows.
They got on the bus,
Oh, yes, they did,
Wicked and sexist;
They asked for her name,
That's all they said.
An affirmation——
A reluctant "that's me"——
Then three shots
They deemed would be her punishment
For demanding an education.

Then, once an era ago,
In a war that determined the two ruling nations of this earthly life,
Not just one ethnicity was a victim of attempted genocide.
Many a persecuted or met with disdain
Deemed unfit for the "Aryan" race, the distinctly-shaped mustache with an
iron fist declared.
So unfit for the "Aryan" life,
Unfit for humanity, they deemed
So they decreed some as nothing more than animals.
A bleak life,
A bleak world.
Religion, ethnicity, intelligence, personality, behavior, and skin color
Decided if one lived
Or if they died.
Consigned to medical experiments;
Sent to chambers teeming in toxic gas.
None dare shed a tear for the victims until the last.

Some history forgets;
Some history glazes over;
Some history haunts,
For a life of fear,
A memoir of trauma,
Is pain of those who lost.

It seems the world has lost the light in its eyes.
Nothing changes
Even if we try.
Nothing changes.
Thoughts of the mind bound backwards.
Too much pressure of insecurity.
We forget.

It's a lesson we forget to remember:
History repeats
When we all forget.
History repeats
When we don't teach.
We need to think with a modern mind but see with past eyes,
For if the future is bright,
We must surge through December
And always remember.
Always remember.

Beautiful

In the shadows of a cafe, 
She sits alone.
Her only company
Is the coffee
But even it is afraid to speak.

Engaged in her own shadows,
She fades from the world around her.
She forget who she is;
Then, everyone forgets her.
She and the world are ghosts to one another.

Now,
She drowns in her own faults
Her mistakes,
For she forgot,
And she never told herself
That she was beautiful.
But now,
She will never forget
That she is beautiful
In every way.