A rose on its own
Will die alone in the rain
Trod on by lovers
|"Les Mis" (c) Victor Hugo|
Eponine is referred to as "The Rose in Misery"
642 Things: A letterDear upset man I passed on the street,642 Things: A letter by tanafeyroyale
It’s never as bad as you think. You may be upset now, but things could always be worse and someone out there has it worse than you. You may feel down, but buck up because the sun will come out tomorrow.
Whenever you feel down and you need advice, turn to musical theatre. The best thing I have learned from life is that you can always break into song to express any emotion. You can belt out your frustrations or choreograph a great dance number that ends with you and a rival finding out you do have common ground. Or, if something doesn’t go your way, get some popcorn and watch the home movies. Learn from your mistakes and re-block that part of your life so that your loved ones can see where they veered off script.
You will always have critics in your life or some hot headed rival who thinks they are better than you are, but they don’t matter. You are the star of your life and they are supporting actors. This is your time to s
Vive La Revolution He ran through the streets, past the carnage and fighting. He coughed, choking on the thick smoke the cannon fire created. He stumbled, regained his balance and then gagged as he realized he’d tripped over the body of one of his comrades.Vive La Revolution by tanafeyroyale
Enjolras veered into a wall, needing to catch his breath. The sounds of gunfire were everywhere mixed with screams and protests. Blood was thick in the air, he could smell its coppery scent and he cursed himself for bringing them to this.
It was never supposed to be like this. His friends were dead and dying all around him and he was being hunted by the National Guard. He was a criminal just for wanting change. How many deaths would be laid at his feet once he died? Would God condemn him for creating this massacre or would he be praised for doing holy work?
The sound of a bullet hitting the stonework close to his head pulled Enjolras out of his though
Some Things Never Change - Les Mis “She’s so pretty. I wonder where she transferred from. Somewhere exotic, I bet.”Some Things Never Change - Les Mis by tanafeyroyale
Eponine’s hands tightened on the wheel. “I could get in a lot of trouble for this. Those records are confidential, you know.”
“Have I thanked you yet?” Marius asked.
“Thanked me twice and offered me gas money to go drive around and find this girl’s address.” Eponine gritted her teeth. “Most girls don’t like stalkers, you know.”
“I have to see her, ‘Ponine,” Marius pushed. He pulled down the visor and checked his appearance in the small mirror. “I have to know who she is.”
Ever the masochist, Eponine swallowed down her better judgment. “Her name’s Cosette.”
“Cosette… What a beautiful name. What an ang
The Haunted Opera 1 “Do you see what we have here?” Monsieur Firmin asked his associate.The Haunted Opera 1 by tanafeyroyale
Monsieur Andre dropped the papers he was holding on the desk. “We have a mess, Firmin. We have bought a cursed opera house from that schemer Lefevre. There have been ten deaths in this building going back ten years. They always happen in October and it is now late August.”
“Why can’t you see that this is just publicity?” Firmin pushed. “All this is is a good case of propaganda to bring more people into the Opera Populaire. “
“I looked into it,” Andre retorted. “All of the men who died had worked for this opera house and they all died within these walls.”
“Doctored paper work,” Firmin said dismissively. “We can’t worry about theatre superstitions when we have a gala to plan. Besides, what would the Vicomte
Life Is in the Little ThingsLife is in the little things--Life Is in the Little Things by Daiichi
the things you wait for all day.
The five minute break at work,
The ramen noodle breakfasts,
The words you've been waiting
to say to someone all your life.
Say them, and watch the tears
prove to you that you're alive.
Believe them, and watch all
the years of loneliness stand
waving as you pass them by.
Remember how this feels--
This is the moment you know
the answer to all the nights
that you asked why? Why patience
is a virtue, and fools think
they're wise. The answer to
any question is found in their eyes.
(Why are we here?)
Because loving is worth living for.
(What do I do?)
Make sure you're never lonely anymore.
(Where do we go when we die?)
The heart of the one who chose to share our life.
And I don't think it's foolish
to hope when this is over, I may
just be waiting above, for you
to finally cross over--because
my heaven will be anywhere, as
long as I can spend it with you.
Say them, those three words,
and watch the tears prove that
I'll always lov
When Life Stands StillThere are days where your life stands still--When Life Stands Still by Daiichi
where you feel like if you look behind yourself
you'll see a younger version of you. The fear,
the worry, what would a younger you say about
the you of today? I'm waiting for the image
in the mirror to tell me how he feels.
The future isn't bright, but full of possibility.
Each scenario runs through your head and some
make you smile, some make you cry, but only
the good ones take work and sacrifice. The
tough choices that you know will be worth it,
if you just follow them through to the end.
For now, your life stands still. You rush
back into the moment and try to remember
what your life felt like up to now, and
it's no big surprise when you can't. Were
you living until now, or were you simplly
going through the motions? Let's find out.
There's no telling what your future really
holds, but it's easier to predict when you
know what direction you're stepping in.
Dreams are only going to get closer to reality,
if you take the leap to make them
Elysiumfingers retraceElysium by jade-pandora
his scars un-mended,
attending the darkness
of a moonless night
the drone of his breath
a mist that rolls
over his chest
the smell of him,
that bathed his body
in ceremony, now
a portent to his passing
the sole utterance
a heavy pall awaits
as time grows short
solemnly I rise
to sit astride
and honor him in song
for the final journey
Melody of BloodWatch her play the violinMelody of Blood by EnterTheShadows
Her bow shall be a knife
And in place of strings
An outstretched arm
With a melody of blood
Listen to her create
The sorrowful music
Of a wounded soul
Scorched EarthTake my hand and walk with me once moreScorched Earth by Sapient-Butterfly
Across this abused and battle scarred land.
Where wild roses now grow
In vibrant sprays of crimson,
Every perceivable shade of red
To rim the scorched black earth and
Help us forget that this once was home...
That fields once grew gold with corn
And bread was not ash and cinders upon our tongues.
Don't look too close
So as to try and see the blooms that
Sprout too close to the ground
In abstract shapes like paint splashed on a canvas.
Nor watch how quickly their colour begins to fade,
Congealing to rusted browns and ink blacks.
Perhaps your nostrils could ignore
Their not so subtle perfume
Like the thick stench of fresh waste and old meat,
Spoiling in the embers of the afterglow.
With rose tinted glasses we could perhaps ignore
Land rendered uneven by the trail of dead,
See only fields of wild roses in bloom.
But reality of spaces at dinner tables
And plates we can only lay bare
Destroys the beauty of our illusions.
Why stop when I can...Why stop at a word,Why stop when I can... by Jazzman1989
why not sentences,
why not stanzas,
why not a poem?
Why stop at a word,
when I can write you a poem;
why stop at a petal,
when I can pick you a rose.
When I pick you a rose,
I give you many petals,
When I write you a poem,
I give you many words.
Why stop with a portrait,
why not a thousand words,
why not a million colors,
why not a loving smile?
Why stop with a portrait
when I can write you a poem;
why stop with a smile
when I can make you mine.
Current Residence: Chestertown MD|
Favourite genre of music: Show Tunes, but I like almost everything
Favourite cartoon character: Meg Griffin / Daria
Personal Quote: God damn it!