Monday, October 29

Lies of beauty- By Lyndsey Evenstar



Lies of beauty




Red lips, painted in blood.
They speak words,
But not truth.

They say her eyes shine like diamonds.
But they can’t see the ice frozen within.
The pain sealed inside her,
trapped under an icy lid.
When her eyes open,
Everything is dark.
The beauty they speak of,
Is like a knife wound in her heart.

Her skin,
Is as smooth as the velvet of a blooming rose.
But to the touch,
It is as cold as death.
She garbs herself in color,
To keep what is under,
Hidden within.
To hide that burning ache,
From prying eyes that would expose her.

The word beauty,
Only has one meaning.
To hide her from the fools,
Who won’t look past her image.
Who won’t look past her soft smile,
And kind words spoken with tender care.
Who won’t look past the blond curls,
That adorns her head.

She is hidden.
Under the lies.
Under the beauty,
That is her disguise.


 -Written By: Lyndsey Evenstar
Translation of poem.



The poem talks about a beautiful woman who hides a secret. To the world, she is perfect... She is beautiful, wealthy, smart, and even cunning. How cunning?... They do not know half of it…
The woman has killed a man, and yet no one realizes or accepts this because of her beauty and gender. The first line tells about how her lips are the ones that killed the man in question, and how they weave clever lies that people take to be the truth. Not because she is innocent, but because people take her act and lies instead of searching deeper to find the truth.
Red lips, painted in blood.
They speak words,
But not truth.
These next few stanzas go even deeper. Instead of just showing you her true colors, it’s letting you know how she really feels inside. She is in pain… The wrong she has done tortures her day and night, and she views her life in black and white. Not color. All she can see is the man she killed in her mind, everywhere she goes she is a reminder of him. When they talk of her beauty, she can only think of its true purpose, and that is to hide her from their prying eyes. It does not give her any pleasure.
They say her eyes shine like diamonds.
But they can’t see the ice frozen within.
The pain sealed inside her,
trapped under an icy lid.
When her eyes open,
Everything is dark.
The beauty they speak of,
Is like a knife wound in her heart.

Her skin,
Is as smooth as the velvet of a blooming rose.
But to the touch,
It is as cold as death.
She garbs herself in color,
To keep what is under,
Hidden within.
To hide that burning ache,
From prying eyes that would expose her.

The word beauty,
Only has one meaning.
To hide her from the fools,
Who won’t look past her image.
Who won’t look past her soft smile,
And kind words spoken with tender care.
Who won’t look past the blond curls,
That adorns her head.
This sums of the poem, stating how her beauty is what hides her. No one will ever know, and she will never admit to what she has done. The moral of this was to try and capture the idea that you cant judge everyone on their appearance. People have secrets; they have wounds. Just because you cannot see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there.
She is hidden.
Under the lies.
Under the beauty,
That is her disguise.

 -Written By: Lyndsey Evenstar

2 comments :

  1. This is SO gorgeous! You wrote this?! You should write books of poetry!

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    1. Hahaha, yes!! Thank you!!! Hahaha, I might actualy, along side my current book ahahha!
      Did you figure out what It was talking about? Its pretty tricky, no one else had been able to figure it out.

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