For certain he hath seen all perfectness Who among other ladies hath seen mine: They that go with her humbly should combine To thank their God for such peculiar grace. So perfect is the beauty of her face That is begets in no wise any sigh Of envy, but draws round her a clear line Of love, and blessed faith, and gentleness. Merely the sight of her makes all things bow: Not she herself alone is holier Than all; but hers, through her, are raised above. From all her acts such lovely graces flow That truly one may never think of her Without a passion of exceeding love.
I know a girl who won't give up. The strongest woman in the world. She will smile Without biting her tongue. She will laugh Without sadness on her lips. She will soar She will fly In time---
Every single night. She pains. She pains. She dies, time til time in every single drawing breath. Needlessly. She cracks. She wounds. She breaks. She scars. Scarily. Killing herself Just to fall asleep... Before she prays. Makeup--- She pains. She pains. Yet she stands. She tires. She tries. Makeup--- She smiles. Fractured. Yet still smiles. Tearless. Wearless. Tireless. But not painless. Makeup--- She talks. She pains. She smiles. Makeup--- She walks. She pains. She runs. Makeup--- She's strong, yet her strength it needs refilling. For she stands, it aches, yet still she has, anaesthesia. Makeup--- She succeeds. Yet it pains, walking away. Makeu--- She goes home Alone. It hurts. It hurts. Yet she drives. Make--- Cooks food. Instant made. It burns. It burns. Yet she eats. Mak--- Brushes her teeth Looks at a mirror Seeing herself, Smudges. Blurs. And yet she still has the power to close her eyes. Ma--- And she lies on her bed. With all the pain in the world. She doesn't even have to wash off the makeup on her face, she just cries it off... M--- Before she prays. Just to fall asleep... Killing herself Scarily. She scars. She breaks. She wounds. She cracks. Needlessly. Drawing breath in every single time til time She dies She pains. She pains. Every single night.
In time She will fly. She will soar. Without sadness on her lips. She will laugh Without biting her tongue. She will smile, The strongest woman in the world. I know a girl who won't give up.
Challenge--- Makeup--- by Imai. For you, or Cherry, or any girl who cries herself to sleep. Wet pillows won't drown you :) Don't be afraid to cry. You'll be able to stand proud and smile without your makeup soon.
----flashes---- explicit beauty... expressive beauty... destructive beauty... you still look so angsty staring into my eyes sating my thirst hearing my cries ----listen---- cold hand of abuse hand of love hand of loathing hand of passion so many words to call them but they are my hands guided by yours---- creeping down worn out pants... ----flashes---- your eyes your lips your chest your... your... your... it was never just your body that I liked your hands... up---down---up---down way you graze me softly, slowly, gently. ----listen---- everything moves in flashes just like before--- how you bite your lips how i catch my breath how you lean in forward to whisper ----love me ----love me ----love me ----love me slowly getting louder... stronger... wilder... just like the old times---- ----love me---- the way i think of other things... just to slow down the time then i try my saddest to stop it... because i just know it's the end if i do it now. ----flashes---- this is where i belong inside you ----listen---- this is where you belong in my eyes ----flashes---- . . ? ! ! it feels damp your face tells me victory but your cries tell me you're in shambles Could have noticed it before---- ----listen---- now it feels more like moans of defeat more than of joy so this is how you felt like? my hand covered in what you slathered yourself in night after night after night disgusting. i'm not catching my breath after an extreme ride in disneyland it's more like taking a breather after foolishly running away as i look the empty space beside my bed the photograph of you half drenched in my sweat it's not passion it's just dread---- and shame and pain and longing and regret as i walk you down the isle to the drawer where you belong--- the flashes would end for the night until the next and your ghost again whispers closely beside me listen--- ----love me. ----love me. ----love me. ----love me. ----love me. ----love me. ----love me. ----love me. ----love me. ----love me. ----love me. ----love me. ----love me. ----love me..
challenge: explicitly sensual by imai; title taken from imai