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Liz Carlson Apr 2017
Beauty should not be pain.
Beauty should not be starvation.
Beauty should not be hours of preparation.

Real beauty is personality.
Real beauty is found on the inside, and only an ounce of a person's real beauty is shown in their outward appearance.
Real beauty is formed by years of self love and compassion.
Real beauty is shown through a person's eyes and through the way they act when no one is watching.
Real beauty is found in the little things.

Look for real beauty in everyone and everything you see, including yourself.
Liz Carlson Apr 2017
These feelings I have for you are like a never-ending river in the spring.
Birds chirping beautifully like the words that smoothly fall from your lips.
Blooming flowers like my ever growing feelings for you.
The shining sun like how you can easily make my day brighter.
How the water meets the land like how your hand feels on my skin.
The gentle and refreshing breeze like your timeless laugh.
Is this love?
Liz Carlson Mar 2017
When I found out that you found someone else,
My heart sank deep into my chest;
As an anchor sinks into the sand.
I've never felt so heartbroken before,
So hopeless, so useless,
so uninspired, so much sorrow in my soul.
I never expected you to fall for me,
but why does it have to hurt so much?
Isn't love supposed to be a joyous feeling?
Then why does it leave me so breathless,
so empty, so tired,
so worthless, so heartbroken?
Liz Carlson Feb 2016
Why do people have to change?
Why can't it be like the good old days?
When we were kids...
When we were best friends.
Now, now we don't even talk.
I moved, I get it, but...
Why did things have to change?
You look great, you have new friends,
Good for you.
But I wish we were kids again
and we were playing dress-up.
We were funny.
We were close.
We were family.
Now, now you're just an old friend.
Liz Carlson Nov 2015
A gentle breeze on a late summer night sways the trees lightly.
Winter comes and with it, change.
Cold, strong wind, dying plants, snow.
The new wind picks up speed and makes the trees follow it's path.
A plastic bag flies up to the sky and comes down with a harsh blow.
Who will it reach?
What does it carry on its journey?
Maybe it carries a letter, or maybe it is simply empty.
This wind can be harsh and brutal,
but it can also be light and gentle.
It can bring new adventures and it can force change upon its grand journey.
Liz Carlson Jul 2015
You
You.
I stare at you from afar, but do you even know my name?
You've spoken to me only twice.
But those moments were golden.
There's something about you that I can't get my eyes off of.
You.
You're funny.
You're an artist.
If you only knew me.
I'm not asking you to date me, I just want you to know me.
But every time I see you, my heart stops for a minute.
You're not the hottest guy.
You're not the smartest, either.
But you're you.
You.
Every time I hear your voice, I stop.
Every time I hear your name, I think of you.
If you only knew me...
Liz Carlson Jul 2015
Life is just a series of events,
isn't it?
We have plans for our future that we're trying to carry out.
What about living in the moment?
Sometimes, I feel like I'm living the dream.
Whose dream?
Other times I feel like I'm not even alive.
I'm looking at my life from afar.
How is that human?
We want our lives to be as easy as possible.
But what if we need the hard times to make us who we are?
We try to have as many "friends" as possible.
Why?
Wouldn't it be better to have a couple friends that you could talk to about anything; than 1,000 "friends" that don't even know you?
Ask yourself,
                                          Who are YOU?
Change your ways.
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