Monday, March 1, 2010

Layers, and layers... of Onions.

...not really. I'm not a big fan of onions. But I am a fan of layers, of depth.

People have many different layers. Sometimes it's impossible to really know someone until they tell you their deepest secrets. Even Shakespeare's poetry has hidden meanings that need to be deciphered. Every person is different. Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves, and some may never open up.

For this assignment I chose to write a poem about a girl who always puts on a mask of cheerfulness, even when she truly feels darker. I also did a few watercolor paintings to visually represent the girl in the poem.

Even drenched in darkness,
She shone like the sun,
With the grace of a princess,
She let herself come undone.



She wished for the world,
For a beautiful starlit sky,
But she was left in the cold,
Without even a good-bye.



She never settled down,
She refused others' pity,
Though she wore a broken crown,
She fancied it pretty.



Slowly she unraveled,
And her pristine wall fell,
From now on she must travel,
So she can no longer dwell.

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