I keep finding flaws
In my natural reflection
And keep searching for beauty
In my unnatural reflection
then sit and wonder
Why am I bereft
of any sort of happiness
The train
flew past us,
we were there,
waiting for our
time, until,
he walked
where I  
was to
be found,
he nestled
my body
In his
I looked up,
I Iistened
as he
you are
the one
who has
not yet
the truth,
I will tell
you, the
one who
has been in
tears, when
you are broken,
you will always
to love who
you are
and others,
the untold
story lies
bring the
torn fabric
and sew
your heart
back together,
you will heal,
as I have always
done, you will
forget the dew
falling, and heal,
only then, will you
see how love is
when you see
with the heart
rather than
the eyes,
you will
see true
let the
hold hands
and make
them feel
warm them
with your
heart and
place a
tissue on
their tears,
touch their
souls and
hold them
close, how
you want to
be loved is
how people
will love you,
you will look
at the night
with them
and say, we
are lanterns
of the sky,
filling the
oceans of
the universe
with the
in our hearts,
we are more
luminous than
we think we are,
as the butterfly
unaware of the
delicacy of its
wings, resting
under the sun,
we are roses
for the love
awaiting them,
yet, these hearts
are unaware
of how they
call for their
not knowing
their names,
rather, the
wind was
already within
the leaves,
creating the
music they
have known
before, the
tides becoming
one, as your
hand becomes
the pulse
of this heart
of mine, I
want you
to listen
when I say,
you are a
infinite light
the cracks,
you are,
the one
and only,
Just Maria Jun 29
To all those girls out there
That think they're ugly or fat
I'm here to tell you now
How wrong you are about that

You don't have to be a super model
Or a movie star
Just hold you head up high
And just love who you are

I know it's hard sometimes
To make it through the day
Take those depressing thoughts
And throw them all away

So listen to me now
Your beauty will shine through
When you take the time
To love you for you
For my daughter and all the beautiful girls out there--just love yourselves
sitting on a blanket
near the pond
watching the ducks
nibble on
trails of food
left by other

my eyes
land on
a young woman
demolished by
the wrecking ball
of life

I am
no longer
interested in
the ducks

I look at
the young

I look at
her hair
as that
tender park
breeze passes
through it

I look at
her eyes

I look at
her face

I look
her sadness

I close
my eyes

I imagine
the sound
her heartbeat

I smile

I look
at her

there are
many things
filled with

and she
is too
Kate Larson, Carol Ulverness--
19-year-old goddesses
I knew at college:
beauty so inward and effortless--
like Botticelli's "The Birth of Venus"--
that that of even the most celebrated actresses and models
seems to be contrived and self-conscious.
Like all of us, they're in their 40's now--
I wonder what they're like. . . .
Does some inner flame
still illuminate their faces and bodies?
Or were they flowers--
whose petals now have faded and fallen?
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem:  humanist-art.org/audio/SoF_027_goddesses.MP3 .
This poem is part of the Scraps of Faith collection of poems ( https://humanist-art.org/scrapsoffaith.htm )
Leaves, sticks, and seeds make up this six foot stalk.
Oh, how she blooms before the flashing lights!
Leaving men and women with a stunned gawk.
Oh, you cause the seeds of your kind at night,
to dream of heights they won't reach; how sadly
try the delusional. But in all kin,
is imprinted a faint scar on their psyches.
Sacrificial offer in porcelain
is ritually performed at least daily.
If not for fame, glory, or money then
to mirror fashion people's ideal beauty.
A cyclic mental disease that won't end.
Shhh.. Here she comes! The first, but not the least.
An appetizer for the famine feast!
She draws attention with spellbinding dance,
No man has ever looked and looked away.
So much mistaken beauty for romance,
Those men who see with just their eyes, her prey.

Her body is the uniform she wears,
Nubile and innocent in father’s eyes.
Enchanting beauty fueled by endless stares,
Of men who see with blindness idolize.

She’s only all the beauty, nothing more,
And nothing else she ever wants to be.
The promise of a Siren on the shore,
Exposed to every seaman on the sea.

She’ll never lack for men she can control…
Just not men who see Beauty with their soul.
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The epitome on the show
is more than a dream turned true.
A timeless beauty stitched on the stone.
The first impression catches the eyeballs
it did for every star in the sky for every age
something remains forever a new Taj Mahal.
6:09 PM
Wednesday june 20, 2018

There is unspoken beauty in rain
Others may see the mud, the humidity it brings
But i say isn't it beautiful how the rain washes away the sins of the earth,cleans it, purify it making it bearable for others
Along with it it brings rainbows of hope and the energy of growth, the electricity of change
The rain creates puddles as it softly kisses the pavement leaving its DNA  behind
The frogs come out to play and croak a song of joy
The leaves open up to the wet nectar the sky provides, absorbing it as it drops upon them
The rain brings with it a paddle of a lullaby it sings with the window accompanying it
I describe us as the autumn -
Crisp, as the morning breeze grazes against our skin,
Colourful, like the leaves falling gracefully from above,
Captivating, as the sunset's glow draws ever closer.
But behind all that magnificent splendour - decay
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