Here Lies the Snow Leopard...

...curled, covered, camoflauged in the deep snow of the Himalayas; wrapped in her tail is an old weathered book - faded and cracked leather binding, pages flimsy with age peeking out from the cover.

"I came for the book" you say.

The Snow Leopard scoffs, breath misting the frozen air in an irritated huff. "So you have," she sighs.

She unfurls her thick protective tail, slowly, as if the action pains her; and in a way it does - to reveal this tightly kept secret to you.

You bow to her gratefully - you've ached to uncover the book for so long now...

You pick it up gingerly, as if cradling a limp sleeping baby. Finally! The mystery is right in your own hands.

Tenderly, you lift the worn cover and read...

Which Topics Do You Want to Hear About?

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Canvas That Is Me

Deadpan, uncaring, indifferent
These are the masks that hide
a blazing sunburst of emotions.
Color me alive
I beg the muse,
with red in my veins
and blue in my eyes.
Paint the hues of humanity
with delicate compassion,
Don't dash my warm-toned heart
with purple-bruising disdain -
Or worse -
don't leave me a blank page
to endlessly echo my own emptiness.
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1 comment:

lonelyiceangel22 said...

I love all the colors on here! Yes, I always tend to wear black but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate other colors right? :D