Oh eye, of a day gone by in ease How I used to radiate light, now you are a messenger of gray. You have a face of winter winds. You never stay too long in the lighted center. Don't you remember the dreams we've had? In the world beyond the dust? No, light does not come often from the lawful self, but is rather from knowledge or wisdom met with a hundred mercies. My spirit is too diverse in colors to be seen as one light. My creation does not lie in the fixation of a white or golden light, rather its creativity is seen in how I design. My beauty is more than a point, it is as a flower held in front of a point. Only by its being there does the point recognize the flower's value. How I wish to be blessed with the point that my flower can hold it. Hardly a petal is accepted, what an aged face I've become. My own inner spirit must combine with my body to make beauty, which then must pass through my own acceptance - how hard it is. Something's always afoul. I should give up and say there's no such thing as beauty in an eye. I am to be the saddest face if I behold your seas of bliss repeatedly. A true smile comes from the Earth beneath me. With enough shaking, it turns my heart to joy. But it doesn't show on my skin. There is no beauty in men.
The generation of today is living an insecure life. Life full of comparison Possession of things without thinking of what may happen A generation trying to prove others that they are the best
A generation where young and energetic men are trying to prove themselves by destroying others. A generation where big and high class daddies destroy the young with material things A confused generation showing their happiness and wealth through photography A confused generation hard to love people from a broken family Everything is invalid!
We suffer insecurities we didn't create Many are becoming insecure Completely unstable Trying to compare themselves with our today's models and celebrities of our century Probably hiding behind makeup Cause probably without the makeup! They,themselves are a hot mess! They pay a ransom to look great! If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder! Then,why suffer so much trying to look spectacular? Why spend to your last coin attracting a whole lot of people? They say beauty comes from within Our generation need to stand courageously And fight against the enemy of self insecurity!
there’s a great terror in the universe there’s a beast in the great terror of the universe a beast is a beauty of a great terror a beast is a beauty of a great terror in the universe beauty is the beast,beauty is the great terror,beauty is the universe beauty is the beast of a great terror the eyes of the beast is the eyes of a great terror
the eyes of the beast is beauty of the beast the eyes of the beast is the eyes of the beholder the eyes of the beast is the beholder of the beast the eyes is the beholder of a beast the eyes is the beholder of a great terror beholder is beholder of a beast beholder is beholder of a great terror
beauty is the beholder of the universe beauty is the beholder of a great terror beauty is beauty in the eyes of the universe beauty is beauty in the eyes of the beholder beauty is beauty in the eyes of a great terror the beholder of a beast is the beholder of a great terror the beholder is the eyes of the beast
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc... this poem is about there's a beast in the great terror of the universe. i don't add capitalization's on my writing.