Unwashed hair
Clothes and nail polish
Black
Sweatpants on
With the word
PINK
On the ass
This is typical me
In my bare feet
So feel free
To ask
My love for love
Has vanished
The demons have
Disappeared
I don’t know
If you’ll read this
But I wish you were here
No more stupid games
I’m making that perfectly clear
I can continue to ignore you
And be happy
With nothing
To fear
If your really a man
You won’t be afraid to
Come near
For my beauty
Is like a radiant goddess
Through and through
I can see it
I’m sure you can too
Maybe
Feel it even
For it is
True
Tag Archives: beauty
Hallelujah
To be special
in someone’s arms
who loves me
even with all of my scars
sing a song to me
on your guitar
don’t leave me
in the dark
if your not that far
hear me like a lark
let my voice
echo to your ears
together we have no fears
I promise not
to grind your gears
I sure hope you have
a beard
and lots of hair
kiss me if you dare
I know the two of us
will care very much
about one another
surely like no other
lover
Hidden Hearts & Lifeless Scars, A Short Story
“Why do you love her so? yet you do nothing about it?”
“What have I to give to a lovely lady of the lake? nothing, therefore I do nothing to show my affections to her”
“But to do nothing is to put yourself in a position of hopelessness my lord. A great lady like the goddess daughter of Orion wants to be shown new things, new experiences, she craves the ultimate universe and the word of humans. Emotions. Food. Stories. Surely you can give her such things as those”
“What good would come of that? she has grown from a girl to a woman with a large extent of beauty to show for it. Her efforts to become that woman she has always talked of have come true, must I really give her so much?”
“She does not ask for praise my lord, worship is not in the context either. Yes, she is a woman of true beauty but only to those with pure enough hearts to see it. She is not like the others. She has no way to protect herself. Yet she lives everyday”
“Why must others be so afraid of her then? she shows no sign of insanity or evil within her”
“Evil is far from her being. Though she is followed by demons everyday as she is followed by spirits. If you knew the terror of such gifts you’d be there for her instead of standing countless in the background like a coward. Much of these demons make her feel alone and sad, they often cause her distress. Instead of ears they have horns and nostrils like a bull, instead of hands they carry claws. They speak words of poison, they tell her things and insult her. Recently she has defeated them but there is one that still remains, he looks over her shoulder and is friends with death. You have no idea what she sees and hears my lord. You may never know just as long as you refuse to believe it”
“I don’t understand. But her.. her.. her heart? she’s sensitive, she’s nothing like those demons you speak of”
“Precisely my lord.. try imagining the pain that woman has endured. Yet she continues to smile and refuses to cry. That is strength I say. That’s a kind of strength most humans would wish for. They make her feel alone you know, they aren’t just voices in her head, they play with her heart too, pulling strings, breaking her every once and a while. She is at her weakest at this very moment”
“With no one to protect her”
“Humans have tried to protect her my lord but they cannot save her from herself or what evil lurks in the darkness surrounding her. She is extremely powerful. Everything she does changes the course of peoples lives. A simple conversation with them, a smile, a laugh, even her tears can change a man in the blink of an eye. Once her heart is broken, twice, three times, by someone elses mistakes she will take on more then her own pain. She has no choice but to feel it”
“But is there anyway to stop her from feeling others emotions and pain?”
“No. She has but one shield and though it has worked when she has wanted it to, it still is not enough to protect her from the demons that cause her pain. She has no choice but to feel it. It exhausts her greatly”
“What gives her energy then?”
“Being secluded from those around her, music, tranquility, water, nature, food, kisses, knowing she is loved and plenty more”
“Why is it so many men find themselves wanting to kiss her feet? praise her even?”
“Because they see her beauty, the large amount of love she carries in her heart and soul, the passion within her, her sexual drive, they are drawn to her”
“Then why has she yet to capture the hearts of others?”
“Those who refuse to see her will never get the chance to experience such love and care that she posses. Which is a great loss to human kind. A woman of such power is a gift to this world and must be treated as so”
“I have made my decision then”
“And what is that my lord?”
“I owe her my life”
Human Nature
Judging
is the lowest of the low
you know it
when you say such things
so go
I have no room
for people of your kind
your simply a waste of my time
you judge a man with a cigarette
because you think he looks sketchy
when you don’t know
what he’s been through
and why he does
what he do
now I know
we all make mistakes
but I think we are all beautiful
and shouldn’t be treated like
paintings hanging on a wall
it’s not where we belong
yes
I like to sing songs
but you don’t see me hating
heaven knows
when I’ll be dating
now take a deep breath
and remember your beauty
someday
someone is going to love you
I know it
to be
The Sacred Ballroom in my Mind
Let me get drunk
on the sounds of nature
the feeling of the water on my face
give me a sweet taste of true reality
instead of a heart being misplaced
I am disgraced to be human
but I’d rather be that then
something of an imagination
every wish
every dream
that I then have
is meant to be true
with or without you
but that is not my choice to make
so let me read my Shakespeare
and dispparate for an hour or two
into a world you never knew
its a place
where I don’t need any shoes
where no one has room to not care
it’s where you dare to love
with your whole heart
living in the pages of the books you’ve read
making love in tents and not having to deal with your parent’s
call it what you’d like
but it’s my place
to dance
Grace For Grace Does Love Allow
Love should be like
Shakespeare
A journey
of
two people
tragedy
smiles
old English
a bond with words
or music
society wants
us to believe
that love is like the movies
and books we read
though
I still think it should be more like
Shakespeare
keep the hair
keep the poetry
let those people love
whom they’re meant to
though communication is key
it is he who shall
express thy love
for me first
thou trust then shall
not reverse
for eyes of blue
and hair of gold
love is not
to be hurt
but instead simply
to wear his shirt
and kiss thy fair eyes
run thy fingers through
his hair
let him hear me
moan with
satisfaction
as thy fingers
caress
my place of sex
creating such a satisfaction
 for he shall show me
the mountains
covered in snow
we shall hike
and camp
just as our love
shall give
yes quarrels
shall appear
but hardly shall they stay
so near
for whoever he shall be
shall be more then a memory
for endings are what start
and beginnings
are what end
for we always live
in the now
if I shall die
believe me to be alive
far romeo
dith not
know stupidity
if it tis me you seek
fair prince
by all means
do not just peek
but take my hand
teach me all you know
and dear sir do not go
for doth has captured my soul
from the moment you saw me
I believe it was kisses
and my heart that you seek
so by all means
take me
Her True Beauty
Brought by
Spirits
Turn away
By angels
He does not
Think she is beautiful
Her skin too fair
Her hair too red
Her eyes that change
And glisten
Cursed to live a life
As a human
With so many
Gifts
No one
Will understand
Even if they try
He will always
Leave just waving goodbye
No man
Can show
He is immortal
By exchanging
His own heart
For her very soul
Daughter
Of the stars
And the moon
Go ahead
Someone break her heart
Or make her swoon
It’s not easy
Bearing marks
Of the mystics
Perfectly
Aligned
As many times
As you try
To cut your own
Heart out
For a love
That always
Looses the war
Her blood will splatter
There is no cure
No man brave enough
To protect such a psychotic fate
Because no one is ever there
To hold her
And tell her everything is okay
No man has a sword or a bow
To just let go
Of what he may know
Because my kind
And humans
Do not mix well
I’ll either tell you too much
Or too little
Do what you will to help me
If you must
But everything you do
Must be done
With truth
And no communication
Issues
I’m not sure if I deserve
Any sort of love
From anyone
I’m not worth anything
When I love
I love too much back
It’s always the man
Who forgets about me
And thinks of his own
Needs
I want the real stuff
I don’t just want to be
Called pretty
I want the kisses
And the sex
I want a future
Not an ex
If I have a bad day
You got to make me smile
If I’m crying then for gods sake
Stay a while
I’m done feeling
Incomplete
Thinking I need somebody
I’m not anything like any of you
No matter how much
You try and convince me
If I’m doomed to be alone
So be it
I’m done with this
Motherfucking
Sickness
Done let me be free of it!!
Yes I will still cry
When I feel broken
And sad
Bit I’m completely
Done with these outbursts when
I’m mad
I don’t care if
What annoys me most
Is how right he is
About exactly who I am
The good and the bad
It angers me
When he just
Continues to figure me out
What will become
Of me if he knows it all?
EVERYONE LEAVES
How is it that this man
Can handle me
And hate me all at once?
I don’t like being the queen of chaos
I hurt people around me
And I can’t stand it
I just crave love
So badly
But a lot
Of the time
I just don’t feel
Worth it
No matter how hard
I try
I have insecurities
And I honestly
Don’t think
Any man can love me
If he doesn’t
Think
Even those
Have the slightest
Of true beauty
Hot Sunshiny Mess
She may be
A hot mess
But she sure
Ain’t broken
Her heart’s
A little bruised
But she
Stands out
More then the rest
I’m sure
You felt it
In her breast
And heard
The beating
Of her drum
If you didn’t
Believe her
Beauty
At first glance
Then you
Haven’t seen
What
She carries
Inside
Pain is
Sometimes there
But there’s more
White light
Then the kind
Like the sunshine
Roaming through
Your hair
I promise
She is
There
True Beauty
She hasn’t
Showered
In days
I bet
You’d still
See her beauty
Anyway
The Tale Of The Unnamed Beauty (Short Story)
They say she is a goddess more beautiful then anything a human has yet seen before. Though she admits she carries no name, the people always have been the ones to choose one for her. Often the words that they say bring her no comfort, they lie and cheat and are deceitful, caring of nothing but themselves.
Now will you listen my dearies, my darlings, if I speak of the woman who came from a shell? I can tell you tales of old and tales of new but I swear to the highest of mountains that if you saw such a woman, you wouldn’t believe it was true.
Her eyes, they never tell lies. Greener then sea glass they are. Reflect the troubles in people but often see the heart in them I dare say, the way that they shimmer and gleam as if they were mere pebbles of emerald lost in a stream.
The lips that part from her mouth.. you would die or merely beg on your hands and knees for a kiss from those luscious rosy pink beauties. Her bottom lip is fuller while her top lip has two identical triangles in it’s shape. For she often wishes that she always knew what to say.
The ears she bares, one on each side of her head. I tell you my friends, with those she can hear the dead. Small they are, yes but she can hear everything. Pointed like that of an elves I dare say.
Her nose is a bit different, slightly turned down you see but it is a cute button like structure. It has been found beautiful to many. The cheekbones that she has are very high with elegance. She even has a small little nick in her chin.
The bones in her body you cannot see, though she is thin, she is not sick as anyone can see. She eats far more of what is possible for a young woman yet strong she always stays. The strength is her heart is far more then great.
Her breasts are quite small, just like her size but that shouldn’t matter so don’t be surprised. Her hands and feet are dainty as well. They are quite graceful even if she were to fall.
The kindness she has, is often shown in her charming face, some say that they see light in her and some say that there is a shadow but no one really knows. She keeps much of herself hidden she does.
The last thing I shall tell you of is her heart which is buried deep within her but sometimes it does appear on her sleeve which does hurt her a lot I believe. It is pure, as pure as the setting sun. For now she will give it to no one until the day that the stars show him the way, leading him to his true love. Today there is no comfort for her, she cry’s much at night. Though her heart is far from hardening the trust she had no longer exists. The time that it will return I cannot say, she try’s and try’s everyday.
I wish for more humans to see her, not in their own way but in hers. The past that she came from is far worse then you could believe. There was much that did repeat. Her hurt came mostly from men.. so she cannot truly trust them.
If you are brave enough, strong enough, intelligent enough to find her, to love her you must consider yourself lucky. Just to be with a woman such as she.
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