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Jul 2016 · 549
Flowers
C Jul 2016
Vibrant shades, delicately splattered,
spread 'neath blue swirling skies.
The symmetry and the beauty,
what a fresh pleasure to the eyes.

How each petal unfolds
like lush carpets unroll.
Distinct yet packed together.
How the texture feels,
delicate, soft, supple.
How the smell invites,
the nature seduces.

Overflowing with life,
these cups of nectar,
How gloriously they beam in the sunlight.

A flower waking up,
the curled petals bloom open,
How brilliantly it lures the insect,
how brilliantly it dazzles me.
There is life all around us. Beaming and smiling with love.
Jul 2016 · 377
Family gathering
C Jul 2016
Dress up, small talk, smile pleasantly,
Sea of faces, people you hardly ever meet
Smirk and tell me I've changed so much,
Well, of course. You never bothered to keep in touch.

As an introvert,
it's actually exhausting for me.
All I want to do is run away
back to my lonely room,
I don't hate people,
I just can't keep up with the small talk.

A seperate bubble
segregates me, detached from the world of social pleasantries.
I am not shy or diffident,
I am just an introvert, comfortable with my inner environment.

What I have thought over and over in my head, what I have put into words in my little pocket diary, what is simple and crystal clear to me in solitude; totally gets muddled up in social situations.

Solitude is my peace. I take time to get comfortable around someone.

-Hello there.
-How are you?
-Nice. I left my phone in my room. I'll go get it.
(hurries by)

Mum: Are you hiding? They won't bite you, you know?
(sigh)
Introvert in an extroverted world. I get lectures on depression, public speaking, "confidence-boosters" etcetera.
Jul 2016 · 647
Adalia
C Jul 2016
Adalia Rose.
9 years old.
Sassy, funny, lively and cheerful.

But her identity is incomplete,
without the blaring neon sign
DIAGNOSIS. DIAGNOSIS.

Yes wherever she goes,
at first, she's not Adalia Rose.
Her diagnosis is the first thing that shows.
She has progeria, you see.
But she is tired of all the pity.

She doesn't dream of being a man's princess. She never did.
But she likes fairy tales and Finding Dory.
She never dreams of being swept off her feet into a castle with glass stairs.

She just wants to live, smile and be happy. She finds reasons to smile about,
instead of holding on to the biggest reason she's got to frown about.
She is Adalia. 9 years old. More mature emotionally than I could ever be. She's a doll.
Jul 2016 · 349
Beau idéal
C Jul 2016
Drool over the oiled up Vogue models
posing like queens of the world,
And then quickly avert your eyes away
'cause jealousy is one of the traits of a girl.

Groom your face,
dolled up grimace
As if a camera is always revolving around you.

If I can laugh and love and feel,
Why so desperate to be beau idéal?
If I can walk straight without the heels,
Why so desperate to be beau idéal?

I will breathe in this life,
Free myself from the inside,
I am not obligated to
shape myself and fit to your conditions.
To me,
beau idéal means to be at inner peace. Without pretending.

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