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Beautiful

Darling you are beautiful.
Not just ordinary-sort-of-beautiful either.
It's not for everyone to enjoy,
Tis not to everyone's taste,
But it is there:
Ineffable beauty.
And it begs to be loved.
I would do so gladly,
Tracing your face's outline
Like it is a piece of art work,
Or the full moon in the sky.
It is so specific. So very you:
Beauty like no other.
You can't see it sometimes
Because it hides behind your smile
And sits above your raised brows.
It likes to daydream at times
In the crooks of your curls,
And takes a nap on your nose.
As a master of disguise,
It plunges into your eyes,
And finds there warm sea water.
It is a little timid maybe,
But with a few kind thoughts
You could lure it out
Into your own
Observable universe.
 Nov 2013 Arianne Quinn
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I think you're amazing
I think you're kind
I think you're caring
You're always on my mind

Your name makes me smile
When it shows up on my phone
It makes me appreciate
Every moment of life
© Natali Veronica 2013.
All is well except
That the wall is made
Of perspex, transparent
And her wings hit against it without
Making any sound
While
The rift she treasures on her sternum is
Cicatrizing under the sun at seven o’clock
In the morning, while
The smell of flowers is piercing through the path of cold and
The smell of ***, the memory of the stolen candle, twenty
Meters running under the pouring rain, inside
My ears, the city is swimming in
The dark
And it’s ours.
Dismantled.
It hurts.
The taste of the broken tooth, the
Badly stitched dream, and no need to say it:
the waiting.
While the hand is pushing, the shouts
Are drawing strange vortexes
Under the hair and
The air continuously recycled
Is ingesting
Massive amounts of
Darkness
As
You advance
Defying the butterflies
Adjusting your heel
From time to time.
This has been selected by http://uutpoetry.tumblr.com/
It also has been published on Bare Hands Poetry, Issue 18. You can find it here:
http://barehands18.tumblr.com/
 Nov 2013 Arianne Quinn
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people walk, people run
people talk, people scream
people love, people fight
they all leave things behind

they cry, they smile
they die, they feel alive
they hurt, they breathe
they do this naturally

living is a beautiful thing
unless you're torn down
or possibly struggling
whether positive
whether negative
we all want the same

success (money, love and cars)
the bling (diamonds and pearls)
the good life (eternal happiness)

we all want to have the best
but sometimes we're dealt the worst
© Natali Veronica 2013.
Every day it seems I try, but I can't get my mind off this
The silent cries of the victims who appear to be invisible
The ones who'll never reach their pinnacle,
Their names and faces I'll never know
I shed a tear for them, but they'll never know
My actions never seem cynical
Though these conditions on Earth are critical
I said a prayer for you, but you'll never know
Love is in the air, but the pollution is strong
And hate continues to grow
It seems like the hope of finding a solution is gone
They dilute the truth, bomb the innocent,
Then tell you to salute the troops
They’re just doing what they’re told like you
By these groups of men focused on money and sin
Trying to prolong the life they live,
Because they sense the end
Though I sense my life is yet to begin
Since this knowledge in my head is telling me
I need to be spiritually and mentally fed
Like there’s a divine bread I’ve yet to taste
I’ve yet to face an obstacle
That remains an obstacle
My mind is sick
Though there’s no need for a Dr. or Hospital
That can give a prescription for this
The truth is an addiction
In the eyes of those who can’t observe the twist
So I guess I’m addicted
Long ago all of these tragedies were predicted
Though we humans don’t try to prevent them
We only pray for the sins we've already committed
As for the criminals who’ll never be convicted
The one’s in high places  
For their achievements you commend them
At the end of their time and the beginning of mine
God will give them a sentence
I’m starting to ramble let me end it
Let’s see if you can take your mind off this
Hundreds of children died from hunger
While you were reading this.
 Nov 2013 Arianne Quinn
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soaring high above you
like an angel singing
as she passes by
on top of the clouds
trying to connect
every once in a while
from the heavens
she misses the earth
she want to come back
but she never can
stuck with wings
flying above
© Natali Veronica 2013.

random poem. imagination is good.
this is kinda about my late friend tbh.
I lost her years ago and I wish she was alive.
 Nov 2013 Arianne Quinn
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coke, cigarettes
and salad
that is all
in my diet

the pressure
on myself
to be thin
is high
above
the radar

ain't got platinum hair
or stilettos up to here
all I have is an average body
I am no skinny mini

I feel the pressure of
our society
it wants us
to be perfect
and stick thin
but I am none
of those things

glamour seems to be
self destruction
and eating disorders
manic depression
and starvation
none of those
are healthy
but our society
they glamorize
our deadly
addictions
and our
unhappy
decisions

I miss the days
when Marilyn Monroe
was seen as a *** symbol
not for a thin appearance
but for her beauty
and captivating curves

your body shape
is something
you shouldn't be ashamed of
you are beautiful
no matter what
it's our society
which really *****
© Natali Veronica 2013.

if you're insecure, you'll understand this poem.
this poem is about how society tells us what to look like,
or what you should be, how you should be etc.
When you touched me, with those thin red lips,
I was shaking in my skin, holding on to your hips.
Won’t you bite me? Send shocks down my studded back.
You know, when we kissed you stole my breath-
And gave me an asthma attack.
***
You’re staring into my soul,
With your light hazel,
Mysterious black holes,

Oh you don’t really know
How much it rattles,
My weak brittle bones

****. I want to rip,
Off your thick iron,
Taunting clothes

Feasting on your neck,
Pulling on your light brown silhouette
While you drown in your,
Boiling Passionate sweat,

Sink your teeth,
Into me.

For I crave your dangerously seductive,
Moist and inarticulate whisper,
For I think I may be in love,
But I could just be eager
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