He had worked hard, traveled across rugged mountains, and braved his way through desert storms. It was not easy having to work together with other men, knowing that they could get their hands on his precious treasure first. But it was all worth it. He held a dazzling red stone in his hand, amazed at how beautiful a rock could be.
Saw that ruby in the display case in Tiffany’s but when the security guard tried to frisk me I decided against it, the sales staff looked longingly at the jump-suited employees rolling out the 45 boxes of shoes I’d purchased at Footlocker.
The ruby sparkled, light glistening off of it much like the blood that was shed all in the name of the one jewel. That one jewel which hundreds had died to keep, only to have all of their efforts wasted at the last moment with one man’s betrayal. And now the man stepped over the bodies of his fallen comrades and pressed the magnificent gem to his lips before holding it to the sky, as if to boast his victory to the gods; tell them, if they even exist, that he has won and that there is nothing they can do about it.
There was a drop of blood that reminded Jane of a ruby – beautiful and picturesque in its simplicity – but painful like the sharp edges of a jewel because blood meant either a threat to life or a loss of life.
She struts like a model out of practice. Half-swaying hips, half-lazy grin. Her eyes light up when she catches us staring… which we do. A lot.
Ruby is a different kind of girl, she is. She might really go somewhere. With a little touch of magic.
This ruby was so precious i couldn’t let go of it…. it’s the only thing i have that reminds me of him… it’s bright red color drilling into my heart as it camouflages. i wish he was still alive i wish we could be happy together
This word reminds me of mines and mining rubies and emeralds and sapphires. That brings me to the memory of Pokemon. I loved Pokemon when I was younger. As nerdy as this is, I put over 100 hours into one save file on Pokemon Emerald Version. That is my favorite Pokemon game of all time. I played it during summer with my cousin after we swam.
There was something in those ruby eyes, those beaming red eyes. It drew me to him, no matter how bizarre the color. There was something alluring about that boy with the fair hair, and the snowy skin, and those ruby eyes.
ruby is a beautiful color, color of a gemstone, jewelry that we’d sell in our stores, gives me a warm feeling picturing the red intense vivid color…remidns me of lips, lips of color i’d want hope i have
“You didn’t tell me it was your ruby wedding anniversary. What does that mean?”she asked.
“To me it means we have survived each other so far,” I replied, “and the life sentence continues. I take it you have receive an invite to the party of the season. I would rather go fishing, but then I said that about the wedding day also.”
“You do make me laugh,” she said as she turned away. She was not smiling.
I know a guy, his name is David but they called him Ruby because that is also his name, his last. He left my high school freshman year, we sat by each other in global science and he left and went to an arts school in Orange County. Now he’s studying film at Chapman and he knows my friend, Jackie, who I met at Interlochen. He was in a film she produced and I think that this world is so small and so personal, but for some reason, so foreign. There’s something about the unknown and being one. Strangely, it doesn’t stay that way for too long. Maybe that’s a good thing.
My mother-in-laws favorite stone, the ruby. Taste, she does not have. Their bright red stones encircle her right hand ring finger, while a purple bracelet colorfully dangles from her wrist, clinging as she does the dishes. Her blue necklace adorns her thinning collar bone with grace, but not beauty.
As I sat there reading that and trying to care, I started realizing that I was completely detached from the meaning behind the text. Maybe it was from all that I had gone through, but I just didn’t care at that moment in time. The ruby drops of blood weren’t falling from my heart and mind. I knew I would be fine. I can forgive myself; something she never mastered.
She hated jewelry. It was heavy around her neck. What was wrong with her body that she had to wear the stuff anyway? Surely God made a neck and ears and wrists in his image. Shouldn’t they be beautiful enough?
A thousand shades of red as you glare at him, and will him to shrivel and die before you very eyes.
I stand beside you and I try not to shiver.
Your warmth is tangible and offers the safety that I crave.
But your power scares me.
I am so afraid.
Because your face right now, is set as if it were marble. Your lips are pressed in a ting, single line and I know if you were to speak, it would be only one line.
One single, scathing sentence would come out, if you were to speak.
But your silence say so much more.
And as you look at him, I see my fear reflected in his eyes.
Your eyes are red.
Red like rubies.
The poor fool turns and runs. I watch and wish I was him.
Then your hand is on my shoulder and I am falling for your warmth–again.
red sheets red heels red everything that I am not not real gemstone not real life not real idea of his love of an heirloom of anything that i ever want on my finger ruby red not burgundy not enough and it doesn’t mean shit. I lean red how to get another minute. how loose how quick ruby slippers click my heels and find a home not my home but A home. I don’t know what I’m looking for and when I think I’ve found it it goes away again and I am left feeling like I don’t know what I want. how. why.
I was sick of the charade; I was tired of his constant search for something more. If I could send him away, I would do so in a heartbeat. I couldn’t help thinking of someone else, someone I was waiting for. Like a red jewel in the darkness, a fire flickered in front of me to guide the way through the tunnel. I would find the end–not now, but soon. I would come to the glorious end.
Rummaging through the debris of monster corpses, my eyes caught sight of a small and scant object which gave a reflective spark of light. With blood-stained hands, I picked the little item up. It was a little red stone, but it was chipped up and far from perfect to say the least.
I turned over to my friend. “Hey, look what I found!” I called out with excitement.
He turned, squinted to see the tiny object I held, and chuckled. “Hah! That’s hardly worth anything,” he said, before returning to his own looting.
I sighed. The ruby I found, though not valuable, was worth a memory for my time with him.
There’s nothing special about a jewel,
but the way the firelight dances in your eyes
convinces me that rubies pale in comparison
to you as you burn inside my veins.
One of my favorite colors. It is so deep and gorgeous. My sisters birthstone is that color. Symbolizing July. Ahh has meaning of life and death. Red as the color of love and red as the color of blood. So powerful.
Ruby red lips. As Charles licked them Erik couldn’t help think that, but they weren’t really. At least not right now. Now they were red with blood. Charles’ own. They were supposed to be enemies. What could he do?
i believe that there are things that are overrated, rubys being one of them. along with roses.i mean, roses are pretty and all, but if a guy gave me a bouqet (however you spell it) of something, i would LOVE some orchids.
The first thing I noticed right away when I walked into the room was the beautiful blonde. Her hair, long and smooth, hung just above her waist. She had her hair parted to one side and tucked beneath one ear. On top of her Rapunzel hair, was a golden crown embellished with all kinds of jewels. Emeralds, sapphires, but the center of focus of the crown was an emerald cut ruby. It glistened as she sat on her royal throne.
rubys are red, i forgot what stone is blue,if someone said i suck at poetry, tat would be true. i am not done yet so i am writing until the time runs out. ONLY GOT FOUR MINUTES FREAKY FREAKY FOUR MINUTES
ruby reds and baby blues. I see the world and so do you. ruby red like the lips on my face and the hair on my head. ruby gems so deep and bright. I love them so oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh.
Ruby red slippers. What a strange story. A witch, a robot and a scarecrow. It seems like people had a lot more creativity back then though. Now we get movies like Snakes On A Plane… What a load of crap. I’m done…
Ruby…Sapphire…Emerald. Again, reminding me of Pokemon haha. But other than that, ruby is a pretty gem. It’s red! Favorite color! Emerald however, is my birth stone. The three gems remind me of the elements.
“What is this present?” Ana said. Peeti turned around with a pebble sized stone witha reddish hue in his palm. As he plopped it casually onto Ana’s hand she realized it was the largest uncut ruby she had ever seen.
“Peeti, I can’t take this!” she said and thrust is back at Peeti who was shaking his head happily.
“This rock shines with blood of my people…your people.”
“Peeti, I’m not a god. I’m human like you.” Peeti shook his head again.
“Li-am blew god-Siri into you. Siri give you life. You Siri.”
She thought the shoes must have been made of the most expensive rings in the world. Then again, maybe those stones – no, those gems must have been very common in this place for there to have been so many. Perhaps these strange magical women could conjure them…
Ruby red lips that would make you swoon into a meadow. Oh, how I love to love those lips; that taste. Share them with me
He had worked hard, traveled across rugged mountains, and braved his way through desert storms. It was not easy having to work together with other men, knowing that they could get their hands on his precious treasure first. But it was all worth it. He held a dazzling red stone in his hand, amazed at how beautiful a rock could be.
Saw that ruby in the display case in Tiffany’s but when the security guard tried to frisk me I decided against it, the sales staff looked longingly at the jump-suited employees rolling out the 45 boxes of shoes I’d purchased at Footlocker.
The ruby sparkled, light glistening off of it much like the blood that was shed all in the name of the one jewel. That one jewel which hundreds had died to keep, only to have all of their efforts wasted at the last moment with one man’s betrayal. And now the man stepped over the bodies of his fallen comrades and pressed the magnificent gem to his lips before holding it to the sky, as if to boast his victory to the gods; tell them, if they even exist, that he has won and that there is nothing they can do about it.
There was a drop of blood that reminded Jane of a ruby – beautiful and picturesque in its simplicity – but painful like the sharp edges of a jewel because blood meant either a threat to life or a loss of life.
She struts like a model out of practice. Half-swaying hips, half-lazy grin. Her eyes light up when she catches us staring… which we do. A lot.
Ruby is a different kind of girl, she is. She might really go somewhere. With a little touch of magic.
This ruby was so precious i couldn’t let go of it…. it’s the only thing i have that reminds me of him… it’s bright red color drilling into my heart as it camouflages. i wish he was still alive i wish we could be happy together
Maybe I’m just not good enough for her.
This word reminds me of mines and mining rubies and emeralds and sapphires. That brings me to the memory of Pokemon. I loved Pokemon when I was younger. As nerdy as this is, I put over 100 hours into one save file on Pokemon Emerald Version. That is my favorite Pokemon game of all time. I played it during summer with my cousin after we swam.
rubies so red
you fill my heart with delight
lovers often misled
hold me close for one night
There was something in those ruby eyes, those beaming red eyes. It drew me to him, no matter how bizarre the color. There was something alluring about that boy with the fair hair, and the snowy skin, and those ruby eyes.
ruby is a beautiful color, color of a gemstone, jewelry that we’d sell in our stores, gives me a warm feeling picturing the red intense vivid color…remidns me of lips, lips of color i’d want hope i have
“You didn’t tell me it was your ruby wedding anniversary. What does that mean?”she asked.
“To me it means we have survived each other so far,” I replied, “and the life sentence continues. I take it you have receive an invite to the party of the season. I would rather go fishing, but then I said that about the wedding day also.”
“You do make me laugh,” she said as she turned away. She was not smiling.
The sweetest little top girl in the world.
I know a guy, his name is David but they called him Ruby because that is also his name, his last. He left my high school freshman year, we sat by each other in global science and he left and went to an arts school in Orange County. Now he’s studying film at Chapman and he knows my friend, Jackie, who I met at Interlochen. He was in a film she produced and I think that this world is so small and so personal, but for some reason, so foreign. There’s something about the unknown and being one. Strangely, it doesn’t stay that way for too long. Maybe that’s a good thing.
My mother-in-laws favorite stone, the ruby. Taste, she does not have. Their bright red stones encircle her right hand ring finger, while a purple bracelet colorfully dangles from her wrist, clinging as she does the dishes. Her blue necklace adorns her thinning collar bone with grace, but not beauty.
As I sat there reading that and trying to care, I started realizing that I was completely detached from the meaning behind the text. Maybe it was from all that I had gone through, but I just didn’t care at that moment in time. The ruby drops of blood weren’t falling from my heart and mind. I knew I would be fine. I can forgive myself; something she never mastered.
She hated jewelry. It was heavy around her neck. What was wrong with her body that she had to wear the stuff anyway? Surely God made a neck and ears and wrists in his image. Shouldn’t they be beautiful enough?
ruby, she said
i feel like a ruby
sensual, dark, handsome
come to me, she said
i have something i want to show you.
Ruby red.
Those are the colors of your eyes
A thousand shades of red as you glare at him, and will him to shrivel and die before you very eyes.
I stand beside you and I try not to shiver.
Your warmth is tangible and offers the safety that I crave.
But your power scares me.
I am so afraid.
Because your face right now, is set as if it were marble. Your lips are pressed in a ting, single line and I know if you were to speak, it would be only one line.
One single, scathing sentence would come out, if you were to speak.
But your silence say so much more.
And as you look at him, I see my fear reflected in his eyes.
Your eyes are red.
Red like rubies.
The poor fool turns and runs. I watch and wish I was him.
Then your hand is on my shoulder and I am falling for your warmth–again.
red sheets red heels red everything that I am not not real gemstone not real life not real idea of his love of an heirloom of anything that i ever want on my finger ruby red not burgundy not enough and it doesn’t mean shit. I lean red how to get another minute. how loose how quick ruby slippers click my heels and find a home not my home but A home. I don’t know what I’m looking for and when I think I’ve found it it goes away again and I am left feeling like I don’t know what I want. how. why.
I was sick of the charade; I was tired of his constant search for something more. If I could send him away, I would do so in a heartbeat. I couldn’t help thinking of someone else, someone I was waiting for. Like a red jewel in the darkness, a fire flickered in front of me to guide the way through the tunnel. I would find the end–not now, but soon. I would come to the glorious end.
Rummaging through the debris of monster corpses, my eyes caught sight of a small and scant object which gave a reflective spark of light. With blood-stained hands, I picked the little item up. It was a little red stone, but it was chipped up and far from perfect to say the least.
I turned over to my friend. “Hey, look what I found!” I called out with excitement.
He turned, squinted to see the tiny object I held, and chuckled. “Hah! That’s hardly worth anything,” he said, before returning to his own looting.
I sighed. The ruby I found, though not valuable, was worth a memory for my time with him.
Beauty. Something highly searched for, but often imitated. Ruby red and a diamond in the rough.
There’s nothing special about a jewel,
but the way the firelight dances in your eyes
convinces me that rubies pale in comparison
to you as you burn inside my veins.
One of my favorite colors. It is so deep and gorgeous. My sisters birthstone is that color. Symbolizing July. Ahh has meaning of life and death. Red as the color of love and red as the color of blood. So powerful.
Something unnatural about his hands caught his attention at the very last moment.
Ruby red fingertips, left bare in the cold.
He was no fool. He knew that any exposed flesh in this weather had to be amputated.
ruby red lips were sippin’ on sweet tea. i love country music. i love the twang and the stories. i love the inspiration and the emotion. oh love.
Ruby red lips. As Charles licked them Erik couldn’t help think that, but they weren’t really. At least not right now. Now they were red with blood. Charles’ own. They were supposed to be enemies. What could he do?
a name for a baby along with jade and esmeralda
i believe that there are things that are overrated, rubys being one of them. along with roses.i mean, roses are pretty and all, but if a guy gave me a bouqet (however you spell it) of something, i would LOVE some orchids.
The first thing I noticed right away when I walked into the room was the beautiful blonde. Her hair, long and smooth, hung just above her waist. She had her hair parted to one side and tucked beneath one ear. On top of her Rapunzel hair, was a golden crown embellished with all kinds of jewels. Emeralds, sapphires, but the center of focus of the crown was an emerald cut ruby. It glistened as she sat on her royal throne.
rubys are red, i forgot what stone is blue,if someone said i suck at poetry, tat would be true. i am not done yet so i am writing until the time runs out. ONLY GOT FOUR MINUTES FREAKY FREAKY FOUR MINUTES
Final as the softest silence, the moment before all noise spreads and magnifies and breaks our ears.
Still as the racing river, the one that never learned to start again and twist in our heels.
Cold as the first hint of spring, hiding behind the equinox and the date right after.
21 March 2012.
ruby reds and baby blues. I see the world and so do you. ruby red like the lips on my face and the hair on my head. ruby gems so deep and bright. I love them so oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh.
Ruby red slippers. What a strange story. A witch, a robot and a scarecrow. It seems like people had a lot more creativity back then though. Now we get movies like Snakes On A Plane… What a load of crap. I’m done…
Dorothy’s ruby slippers are not nearly as beautiful as real rubies: the rock hard sort.
Ruby…Sapphire…Emerald. Again, reminding me of Pokemon haha. But other than that, ruby is a pretty gem. It’s red! Favorite color! Emerald however, is my birth stone. The three gems remind me of the elements.
“What is this present?” Ana said. Peeti turned around with a pebble sized stone witha reddish hue in his palm. As he plopped it casually onto Ana’s hand she realized it was the largest uncut ruby she had ever seen.
“Peeti, I can’t take this!” she said and thrust is back at Peeti who was shaking his head happily.
“This rock shines with blood of my people…your people.”
“Peeti, I’m not a god. I’m human like you.” Peeti shook his head again.
“Li-am blew god-Siri into you. Siri give you life. You Siri.”
She thought the shoes must have been made of the most expensive rings in the world. Then again, maybe those stones – no, those gems must have been very common in this place for there to have been so many. Perhaps these strange magical women could conjure them…