Wednesday, December 17, 2003
Your soul is bound to the Solitary Rose: The
Alone.
"When I wake up alone, the shades are still
drawn on the cold window pane so they cast
their lines on my bed and lines on my
face."
The Solitary Rose is associated with loneliness,
melancholy, and patience. It is governed by
the goddess Merope and its sign is The Sword,
or Unrequited Love.
As a Solitary Rose, you may be summed up as a
hopeless romantic. You desire love and have so
much love to give, but thing just never seem to
work out the way you want them to. In life,
you can be very optomistic, even when things
are gray and nothing works out to your
expectations.
What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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You are Form 3, Unicorn: The Innocent.
"And The Unicorn knew she wasn't meant to
go into the Dark Wood. Disregarding the advice
given to her by the spirits, Unicorn went
inside and bled silver blood.. For her
misdeed, the world knew evil."
Some examples of the Unicorn Form are Eve
(Christian) and Pandora (Greek).
The Unicorn is associated with the concept of
innocence, the number 3, and the element of
water.
Her sign is the twilight sun.
As a member of Form 3, you are a curious
individual. You are drawn to new things and
become fascinated with ideas you've never come
in contact with before. Some people may say
you are too nosey, but it's only because you
like getting to the bottom of things and
solving them. Unicorns are the best friends to
have because they are inquisitive.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Truth Be Not Told
There comes a time, or so I am told, when every truth must be told. I disagree, and therefore people tell me I am “guarded” and too cautious never willing to take a risk. Well I again disagree, for is it not a risk to write? I write frequently, and some say it’s the only way to talk to me. They tell me I connect on an intellectual basis instead of an emotional one. Well I must say that I find the mind a whole lot more fascinating than the heart. After all, the heart can get rather boring, but a mind, now that is truly changing every day. A person never thinks the same thing twice, or so I believe. However, all that aside, I shall let my supposed “guard” down. I’ll tell you the truth, but you may not want to hear it.
Let it not be said that I do not love for I do. I’m in love with the most wonderful guy in the world. He’s kind to me; he respects me, and always supports me. I love him to end of time. One problem, this wonderful guy that I love so much, sees me as nothing more than his good friend.
Let it not be said that I do not sacrifice for I do. I would give my last breath fro some who have given me more than anything else. I would give up everything I own to know that they are safe and happy. I would give up my life for some and for others more than that if I could. Problematic? Yes, for they see me as weak and not willing to give for what they have to offer.
Let it not be said that I do not try my best for I do. I try everyday. Every time I pick up a pen to write an essay, I try to make it better than the one before. Every time I put on my ballet slippers I try to make this week better than the last. Every time I get an A, I try even harder to keep it there. However, if it’s not perfect every time, they believe it’s not my best.
Let it not be said that I do not feel for I do. I feel the pain of friends torn apart every time I look into a pair of sad brown eyes. I feel the hurt of ones lied to every time I look into a pair of deep blue eyes. I feel the disgust of a person every time I look into a pair of vain green eyes. I feel the changes of the world every time I look into the mirror and see a pair of dragon eyes starring back. But they don’t see it, and therefore claim I don’t feel it.
Now let it be said that I do not tell the truth for I just have. I have told the truth of the pain in a misunderstood world, the truth in the eyes of a teen, and the truth in the heart of a mind. They can’t ever see it and neither shall you. You who believe you have been given a glimpse into my soul, tell me do you want to know more or do you want to survive this world based on the illusions you have seen?
There comes a time, or so I am told, when every truth must be told. I disagree, and therefore people tell me I am “guarded” and too cautious never willing to take a risk. Well I again disagree, for is it not a risk to write? I write frequently, and some say it’s the only way to talk to me. They tell me I connect on an intellectual basis instead of an emotional one. Well I must say that I find the mind a whole lot more fascinating than the heart. After all, the heart can get rather boring, but a mind, now that is truly changing every day. A person never thinks the same thing twice, or so I believe. However, all that aside, I shall let my supposed “guard” down. I’ll tell you the truth, but you may not want to hear it.
Let it not be said that I do not love for I do. I’m in love with the most wonderful guy in the world. He’s kind to me; he respects me, and always supports me. I love him to end of time. One problem, this wonderful guy that I love so much, sees me as nothing more than his good friend.
Let it not be said that I do not sacrifice for I do. I would give my last breath fro some who have given me more than anything else. I would give up everything I own to know that they are safe and happy. I would give up my life for some and for others more than that if I could. Problematic? Yes, for they see me as weak and not willing to give for what they have to offer.
Let it not be said that I do not try my best for I do. I try everyday. Every time I pick up a pen to write an essay, I try to make it better than the one before. Every time I put on my ballet slippers I try to make this week better than the last. Every time I get an A, I try even harder to keep it there. However, if it’s not perfect every time, they believe it’s not my best.
Let it not be said that I do not feel for I do. I feel the pain of friends torn apart every time I look into a pair of sad brown eyes. I feel the hurt of ones lied to every time I look into a pair of deep blue eyes. I feel the disgust of a person every time I look into a pair of vain green eyes. I feel the changes of the world every time I look into the mirror and see a pair of dragon eyes starring back. But they don’t see it, and therefore claim I don’t feel it.
Now let it be said that I do not tell the truth for I just have. I have told the truth of the pain in a misunderstood world, the truth in the eyes of a teen, and the truth in the heart of a mind. They can’t ever see it and neither shall you. You who believe you have been given a glimpse into my soul, tell me do you want to know more or do you want to survive this world based on the illusions you have seen?
