Intellect
Is knowing the
difference
Between stardust and ashes
And realizing how
To treat each differently
Grace
Is succumbing to beauty
Without struggle or violence
And apreciating all
Who have yet to arrive there
Benevolence
Is moving beyond dreams
To create individual peace
Without sacrificing triumph
All in the name of personal pleasure
Youth
Is stumbling endlessly forward
Not wanting meaning or truth
But stopping only to learn
When it isn't required
Glamour
Is beauty transformed
By scars of deciet and lies
Left to whither
In the glare of neon lights
Sorrow
Is the residue of guilt
Afflicted with the sting of solitude
And given nothing
To blame except the self
Pretention
Is narcissism made acceptable
By the influence of others
Who claim to be
The sole reason for your breath
Lonliness
Is the drug that makes
Reality a distant memory
And keeps at arms length
All your soul wishes to embrace
