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Physical beauty is an instinctual urge,
driving one to procreate,
nothing more.
True beauty is not allowing anything to dictate who you really are,
while also not falling into "non-conformity".
Even those who claim "non-conformity" are conforming not to conform,
its futile,
ofcourse what part of human existance isnt?
True beauty is not allowing yourself to fall into a stereotype,
while also not falling into extremes,
into isolation from the masses,
into cold intellectualism.
True beauty is a compelling force,
aspiring higher than any of us dare to dream.
True beauty is a sense of individualism,
one without self doubt.
True beauty as defined here is non-existant in our world today,
and i long to see the day that this will return.
However,
hope is slim,
as we spiral downward into a torrent of our self-induced misery.
This,
ofcourse,
is just my opinion,
and anyone who would like to,
please comment giving your's.
driving one to procreate,
nothing more.
True beauty is not allowing anything to dictate who you really are,
while also not falling into "non-conformity".
Even those who claim "non-conformity" are conforming not to conform,
its futile,
ofcourse what part of human existance isnt?
True beauty is not allowing yourself to fall into a stereotype,
while also not falling into extremes,
into isolation from the masses,
into cold intellectualism.
True beauty is a compelling force,
aspiring higher than any of us dare to dream.
True beauty is a sense of individualism,
one without self doubt.
True beauty as defined here is non-existant in our world today,
and i long to see the day that this will return.
However,
hope is slim,
as we spiral downward into a torrent of our self-induced misery.
This,
ofcourse,
is just my opinion,
and anyone who would like to,
please comment giving your's.
Literature
Seek
You left where you were, Gone without a trace, I only locate where you are, After you change place, And I’m searching the spaces, In which you were last seen, While you’re pursuing places, I have formerly been, But footprints are overlapping, Crisscrossing on the ground, You’d think with both us looking, We would be easier found, Yet somehow ‘hide-and-seek’, Is hardest if no one hides, Lost following tracks encircling, The same old rounded sides, For at least if you’re not moving, I can learn where you are not, Alas instead in unison, We are both seeking and sought, It is so much simpler to find, What isn’t looking for you too, Guess i lost something unfindable, Because I still always seek you.
Literature
Your chapel
I did all the things a Mother should do I listened and walked the path of patience and understanding I faced my fears against all odds while stretching myself thin for the sake of my child and I would do it all over again But one thing I can't do again is pretend to be someone I am not within your chapel A chapel that never accepted me for who I was in the first place --- You can take away what you don't understand but don't presume to think I will be forgotten
Literature
FORGET ME NOT
Looking out, looking in, looking back The dead eyes speak Of miracles in the light Of ghosts in the night Of lost reflection Of broken images A window to the soul A stranger in the mirror
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Every poem I submit depicts an event in my life, I'll leave it up to the viewer to decide what that is. Everything you read is true, and belive me, I've spent my share of night sleepless while chainsmoking and staring down at the scars on my wrists, wondering if i should try again.
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