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Thoughts on Beauty #7

The stars hold infinity. Each one is unique and bright, each one is thousands of miles apart and yet still together in one sky- that is why they are beautiful. Is the same not true for humans? We are each different and still connected, and each one of us holds a light inside of ourselves that can change the world. Are we not beautiful in the same way that stars are? Do we not hold infinity in the same way that they do?

Thoughts on Beauty #1

There are many misconceptions regarding beauty. People think that it is only what is pleasing to the eye, however, they couldn't be more wrong.

Beauty is the good that leads us to truth, no matter what form it may take.

Thoughts on Beauty #6

Most think that beauty is easy to see, but that is only because they dont try and see it where is is hardest to view. It is easy to see beauty in a rainbow, in a model, or in art. The true test is trying to see beauty in other, less obvious things- a rainstorm, a funeral, a homeless man on the street. Beauty is everywhere, but it takes a strong person to see it, and that is what our world is lacking.

Thoughts on Love #5

Love is a two way street.

The road is in the middle of nowhere, and a little bit bumpy. The speed limit is 60, but everyone goes 90. It has a few sharp turns, but everyone finds it more fun to nearly fly off the pavement. We drove, coming from opposite directions, and collided head on. That is the love I know from you: The bumpy, unpredictable, fast paced ride that takes me by surprise every time.

Thoughts on Love #8

In the waves is the truth behind love. It doesn't burn like a fire, or dance like the wind. Love is the rippling, crashing, rising, falling, swaying, never-ceasing tide which crashes against the shores of my heart. Slowly chipping away at the rock-solid armor which protects the person who has been hurt one too many times.

An icy, hollow bed

Where i lay down to sleep

A coffin as the bedframe

And earth as my sheets

My brother says goodnight to me

My father tucks me in

My mother sings a lullaby

About things that could have been

The world has never looked so gray

Or that is how is seems

As mother whispers in my ear

"Goodnight," she cries, "sweet dreams."

Revelation rides the wind

Like foam upon the waves

And I long to hear

What it has to say

But fear it meaning

The end of us

Thoughts on Love #13

When you didn't tell me the truth, you said it was to protect me. You looked me right in the eyes and said that you didn't want to hurt me. 

What you didn't think about was how much it would hurt when I found out. Now I know that you think I am weak, and fragile- that is what hurt the most. All this time I have been trying to be strong and to stand firm when I knew what you were telling me was complete bull.

What hurt me more than the deceit and the dishonesty was the fact that you never even knew me enough to realise that I am anything but delicate. 

Denouement

The untying of knots

Resolving the loose ends

Or cutting them off

In the shakey moments

Between wake and sleep

I let loose the tears

That I didn’t let you see

They fall upon my pillow

And transform into rust

Reminding me that we

Are nothing more

Than dust