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Diana Dec 2015
Beauty:  qualities that satisfy the human eye.
Why is it that the word beauty rigorously refers to physical appearance?
To the naïve at least.
A Girl lavished in compliments when she wears make up, but they vanish the day she shows up with a bare face.
All of a sudden she feels less because she thinks she exposed too much of herself.
As if telling the truth was a sin.
She convicts herself by not allowing her eyes look directly into the eyes of others.

Flaw**:  an imperfection.
What about the reflection of what radiates within the body?
There is no guideline book written stating what human should look like, only a mental one.
Is it possible with something with no universal meaning to exist?
That would make the aesthetic value of a person’s visible figure imaginary.
Faces don’t have to be symmetrical.
Skin doesn’t have to be crystal clear.
Hair doesn’t have to be silky smooth.
Bodies don’t have to be proportional.

Eyes that are afraid to see what is in the mirror, have minds that fail to realize they’re perfectly imperfect.
Jennifer Flores
Thank you
Diana Dec 2015
I’ve never seen someone like you
You walk around like you don’t care
Why don’t you care?
  I’ve never seen someone so far away
      You’re three feet away but I still fail to feel you
Can you feel me?
I’ve never seen someone so simple yet
  You’re so rare
        Where did you come from?
You blend in with everyone around you but
    Your face appears in everyone else’s
   Who are you?
  I don’t know you
    You don’t know I
We’re simply just strangers
  *Goodbye.
Diana Dec 2015
I have never been touched by hands that don't belong to I

I have never been felt from the middle of my chest down to my soft tender thighs

I haven't yet been caressed by desire and destroyed by lust
  Dec 2015 Diana
mark john junor
my empty hands sprawled
the healers of magical minds watch intently
as i rush to speak all my madness thoughts
as i spill the visions and voices that come to me in the night
they pour out onto the madhouse floor
stained like blood red wine
sharp taste to the minds electric eye
wrap tin foil around your fingers when you type
lest the alien signature machine sees you in a dream

the healers of a magical mind
tell you of reality that you cannot see
they give you small pills to make it all better
to soak up all the fears
your magic mind speaks inside your ear
tells you not to swallow the pills
that they make your face look funny in the mirror
that they control you with secret machines
in magazines

sit on the bare floor
straight jacket wrapped warmly around you like loving arms
and watch the cursed moon rise neath the clouds
sing in a whisper to the voices in your head
your eyes wide open
to the magical mind
  Dec 2015 Diana
Lakin
haunting frights slur,
convincing a tired,
throbbing spine to
stumble away from
memories lost in
the unforgiving happy
hours of continuous,
cheap brown lager.

young, blonde pigtails
tap weary broad shoulders
and mumble under
bubble-gum breath:
“strong bones won’t
do a corpse
any **** good.”
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