One tear falls from my eye Two people dance through my mind Spinning off into a starry, starry sky Lost to space I think of how blind I was to fall so fast I thought I was in love, but now it’s passed And now I sit staring at the stars And think of how what we had Dissipated in feverish flight One heart was broken And two were swallowed by the night
Peeta or Gale was once the question for Katniss, but now they stand a distance from her. Peeta who she’d eat poison berries for rather than kill and Gale who’d she grown up with, leave her to fend for herself amidst a time of unrest. And to complicate her life further, Katniss and Peeta’s rebellions actions may have sparked a rebellion on a larger scale, one that could bring either the Capitol or the districts to their knees. Was Katniss and Peeta’s expressions of love true or just a scheme to gain popularity and liberate both of them together from the fatal grasp of the Hunger Games? Or was it an outright act of intentional defiance against the almighty Capitol that they weren’t immediately punished for?
As Katniss and Peeta embark on their Victory tour they have to flawlessly vindicate their love for each other. Katniss doesn’t only have to worry about how Gale will see this, but everyone must believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that they are madly in love. Everything hinges on how far Peeta and her are willing to go to prove their love, otherwise the consequences will be horrifying.
I never was an early riser But distress does reform everyone So me, the over analyzer, Think I might as well become a nun But before the wedding bells ring I’ll remember they chime not for me It’s my fault that my heart does sting But how could I possibly foresee How the past would haunt my every day And he would help construct the future He was the one that I pushed away I hit my head at my blatant stupor Today he becomes a half to a whole And to pieces I shatter with no control
July, July What a beautiful month of summery splendor A birthstone of ruby clamors to the center Center of thought, center of mind Red that potent the wealthy enshrine
Wisdom, wisdom Dethrones sacrilegious silver and golden clout It triumphs the ruby with a glorious bout So out of thought and out of mind The glitz of ruby red traps mankind
I spin around, arms outstretched, feeling the rain pelt against my skin. The wind tugs at my hair as if to get my attention. I turn to see Jasper with rain slicked back hair observing me carefully, the corners of his lips upturned. I look down at the puddle forming around my feet and laugh.
In the middle of an abandoned street, I feel more grounded than ever. I squint through the rain at him and the joy that sweeps throughout me envelopes me in warmth. I jump through the puddles until I’m close enough to peer up into Jasper’s eyes.
I grab both of his hands and each raindrop splashing on my face conjure a vivid memory of Jasper playing the piano for me. His fingers fly deftly across the keys punching out an overplayed cheesy love anthem that’s surely dated by now. I laugh because with all his talent he is playing me a song that requires so little skill. He sings along, and I laugh harder because his singing is off key, somehow adding more charisma to his performance. Now here I stand smiling up at him blinking the raindrops out of my eyes.
Memories of us flood my mind. There we were throwing around a baseball at the local park, laughing, and rolling around in the green grass. Staring up at the night sky, we wish on stars all while singing the Disney theme song. How Jasper managed to pry a smile out of me even while studying for a physics test is a marvel in itself. He’s just like that, I guess.
“Do you remember the first thing I said to you?”
“Of course, Liv. You told me that I don’t look like a Jasper,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“No,” I said gravely. “Try again.”
He sighs and chuckles, “Well, I was trying to let you off easy, but I believe you told me to shut up.”
“Yes, I did.”
“And why,” he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, “is that relevant?”
“Shut up, Jasper, and dance with me!”
And we danced through the rain, smiling from ear to ear. And though the thunder boomed and the cold of the rain sank beneath my skin, I kept smiling because Jasper was there dancing with me.
Is our love story complete? Absolutely not. I think I would call it the beginning at this point. We have the potential to blossom into a masterpiece. Sure there may be cloudy days ahead and storms a-brew, but love isn’t just the happy moments. True love is being able to hang onto all of the good times even through your trials and fight for the happiness you share together. Sunshine filled days and moonlit nights are nice, but it’s how you dance through the storms that defines your love.
The forrest projects tantalizing wonderment and mystique through the crisp night air. Picturesque trees tower above the earth with branches twisting up to grab the sky. The landscape is frozen and eerily quiet despite the slight breeze. What is the reason the leaves refuse to rustle and no grass sways? The whole forrest is encapsulated in gold.
Over time this special forest evolved into local legend. Fatal Forest allegedly possesses so much treasure that even kings, with all their finery, would turn green with jealousy. Of course, this all strings from legend because everyone that enters never returns, hence the name.
Although the forest carries the blame for these treasure hunters’ disappearance, their greed is their real downfall. As the fortune seekers glimpse the golden interior of the forest, gold fever sets in and they rush to the trees. The irony is their greed completely blinds them to all their gold predecessors. The starlight illuminates their consistently maniacal, greed-twisted facial features, but the gold is a temptation they can’t resist. Then they suffer the same fate as they frantically, and unsuccessfully, claw at the gold in hopes of removing a chunk of life altering wealth. These rags-to-riches dreamers aren’t aware that gold slowly creeps up their legs and ravages their bodies until they are merely gold statues.
Thousands of these greedy adventurers litter the forest and exemplify the all consuming nature of greed, but none more than the young woman with the smile on her face. She was a princess from a different time, the gold encasing her delicate features and enhancing her innocence. She committed no sin to condemn her to this fate. Nothing other than the greed of her own father King Midas traps her forevermore. The princess’s smile commemorates how she felt toward her father so long ago when he’d presented her a golden rose. She stands there with the rose clutched to her heart.
“I’ll cherish it forever,” was her last words which turned out to be true.
The arm Midas placed on his daughter as a sign of fatherly affection was a careless act that subsequently turned her into a statute. After the shock that his daughter was now gold, Midas’s realized that this so called gift was a curse. With his goals so set on riches, he lost what he loved the most.
Midas starved to death because anything he put in his mouth it would transform to solid gold. Midas’s golden touch stole his happiness (his daughter) and his life. Buried in the middle of the beautiful forest, Midas’s curse remains enticing minds and leading the greedy to their deaths.
In the golden night, the echoes of Midas’s sobs for his daughter emanate from the landscape. His absolute heartbreak shrouds the beauty of the forest and the gold sparkles with a melancholy gleam. His life had been enough, if only he remained content. Rays of sunlight begin the day, and more materialistic madness leads men astray.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair!” A prince yelled to me, once upon a time I was so naïve, but now I’m aware My real story is the victim of crime
Now grounded firm in reality A world consisting of more than true love I recognize newfound tenacity If I possessed then, I’d rise above
Chasing my dreams, unafraid I would fly No more phycological bars locked tight To my jailer, I’d no longer comply Dearest “Mother,” your fall I’d expedite
My mindset matured to common standard Cultural duality between worlds Those I somehow tirelessly meandered My first step: chopping my long, golden curls
The lesson I’ve learned from surviving here Is you must overcome all little fear For it promotes distress and disarray And know you don’t need a prince to save the day
‘How’ is the word that appears in my mind When I think of trudging through life alone You are the remedy, the solution And through trials you and I have always flown
How could I laugh? Without your jokes How could I smile? It would feel a hoax
All I know from now until forever I’d push through the walls of depression To honor your memory, legacy And I would live to exude your expression
You wouldn’t wish me to unravel I would channel all your laughs through me I would allow your joy to travel Know for you I’d smile, this I guarantee
‘How’ is only a word A painful one, for sure But would I be deterred? No. I promise I’d endure
