|Beauty Is.. (standard:poetry, 250 words)|
|Author: cracker11||Added: Dec 30 2009||Views/Reads: 1102/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Reflections poem. Theme was "Beauty Is". This was written about a person. I wasn't trying to copy the genious Edgar Allan Poe.|
Beauty is the tortured soul of the raven. There is always a raven that flies among us. That raven, Always smiling, Pretends to have a good time. The raven is that person, You ask if they are alright. They nod and smile, Telling you they are great. Many people absorb this lie, Like a sponge sucks up water. I am one of the few Who disregards this lie. If you have ever seen a raven's soul You will know that its soul is beautiful Pure beauty is not happiness and joy, Pure beauty is truth. Every cell of the raven Screams reality. It does not live in a fantasy world. It is one of the few animals That has realized and accepted, That things live and things die. Souls close to it have died. The raven mourns the souls, misses the souls, but Never forgets the souls. Ravens are beautiful on the outside. But that is not the beauty That stuns me into silence. Its personality, Its soul, Everything the raven stands for... Is true paralyzing beauty. If people knew things That I know about the raven, They would shun it, disgrace it, Look down upon it. People that live in a fantasy world, They look down upon difference, They disgrace it. It is Not something you should Look down upon, Not something you should drown in pity. The raven is something you should look up to, Something you should Admire. The tortured soul of the raven is.. True Beauty. Tweet
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