"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Standards of beauty are as unrealistic as our need to feel beautiful.After all,It's not our looks that will satiate our hunger to attract the eyes of our soulmate.It's our smile when alone,Dealing with pain no one else is aware of,Besides yourself.The happiness you shine across the room needing no one's company,But,Your own...If glossy lips,Curvy hips,Rings... Continue Reading →
Pink Rangers are virtually all one in the same,Except the original.Kimberly set the standard on what beauty truly is,Brains,A fighter,And,A superhero with uncanny wits.It's just,Who she is...If only we were one in mind,Body,And,Soul.The only one I notice at an open mic warming up a room gone cold,By the Artist's refusal to be themselves.Cracking me out... Continue Reading →
Wimpering inside of her room is how you'll find her on most nightts,No matter how often she's called,"Beautiful,"By everyone she comes across.After all,What does it matter what another says if you just can't see it in yourself?But,There she goes.Applying make-up until the real image of her face disappears,Buried in what her loved ones find ugly.And,There... Continue Reading →
She disappears like dandelions fluttering through bright summer skies.A one-of-a-kind,Sight for sore eyes,I'll never see again as time,Only ticks by faster,The longer I'm alive without any love to chase after...Regardless,I unserstand.Her existence was a lesson for me to learn how to look past,What will eventually die,Rot away,To live a joyous life without depending on anything... Continue Reading →
Sore.Exhausted.From carrying weight on two shoulders trembling over an extended lay-off,From caring about herself.She tries to smile,But,How can she when it's been years since she's been called beautiful by anyone?And.What really tears me apart is,How enchanting her pupils are,As black as a blackberry is purple.Like,The only Tulip blossoming in a field of grass turning beige... Continue Reading →
Fresh mulch permeates the air,As new seeds are planted into a mind,Where ideas are desperate to germinate.Staying stuck in the weeds is no longer suitable for a soul thirsty to feel something new.Something besides dry humor,And,A plate of burgers along french fries while watching whatever the algorithm decides to feed it that night.No more city... Continue Reading →
As soon as I looked into her eyes,All I saw were Verbena flowers glowing underneath sunshine,As time froze the second she said,"Hi!" Never have I met her before,But,Her soul felt familiar to me.All I know,Is how her eyes withhold a story I would like to read.Yet,I couldn't seem to utter any word as I stood... Continue Reading →
Cracks.Scuffs.Faded colors add more beauty onto photos we find difficult to look at again.Nothing to be scared of,Besides your refusal to acknowledge everything that made you who you are.To leave your inner child crying in a corner?Is what you'd expect in a heart full of cowardice.A heart giving up on itself regardless of its morning... Continue Reading →
Reaching the end of the last chapter in a book with a sequel to come is,Bittersweet to say the least.And,Here we are.At our mountain's edge,Just to climb back down,And,Scale the next.In a sense,Never can we grow tired of a story up to us to write as long as we change our pace.Say grace!All while being... Continue Reading →
Peaceful,The city is when it's empty of people.Words can't describe how gorgeous It is while walking through its wind tunnels of silence.Its beauty outweighing how ugly the entire world can be.How putrid the stench of everyone's breath when intoxicated by their own falsified glory.Every heart calcified by disasters that could've been avoided by caring more... Continue Reading →
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