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jane taylor May 2016
moonbeam

i dared to take your hand

and slid from this dark night

a view of altitude

all is forever clear

©2016janetaylor
Kate Willis Apr 2016
Why are we so
Obsessed,
with the liquid paint
that we slather on our
faces-
morning after morning?

We stroll the isles of
Fifty shades of Nudes
to find the shade
that makes us look like
Painted glass
Porcelain dolls,
and Fake.

Why?
Why are we so obsessed with
Maybelline and
Covergirl and
Elf?
The brands that contour
our faces
and create an illusion
a canvas
Over-painted by
Overpriced
Chemicals.

Beauty costs
Money.
Youth.
Clear skin.
But it brings this sense of
false hope that
maybe-
we can accept ourselves
after we put on this paint
and call it beauty.

We see Photoshop,
the blurred lines,
the perfect wing,
and the rosy shade of blush
that seems perfectly
Fake.
Too perfect to be real
Too perfect to be real.

And yet we strive,
for this unattainable beauty.
The **** we see on
Facebook
YouTube
Instagram
drives us crazy
because no matter how hard we try
no matter how much we waste
we can’t seem to get that
contour right
and that wing sharp
and that mascara clump-less
and that lipstick perfect.

And even though
we cannot seem to get it right,
we buy
we strive
to be the perfect shade of perfection.
Because we’re obsessed.
I edited this again; added and deleted some things.
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
Wait for my silence to speak, it will be quite clear.
Sit and stay awhile, and let your mind clear.
Look through the scope; see the stars! The sky is so clear.
See my heart? You can look through it because it's clear.
You know that I love you, because it's abundantly clear.
KathleenAMaloney Apr 2016
Water Moccasin
Gods Word Written Upon the Earth
Beauty
In the most Voluptuous Form
Dark Princess
Scouring the Waters Edge
Looking for Life
And Finding It
In the cool undergrowth
Of Still Waters
Unknown

Full Spectrum
Of Inky Goodness
Mating Season Now
Not One
But a Tribe
Gathered Together
In Divinity
Secretly Offered Chalice

Fingerprint of a Language
Upon the Flesh

Mysteries Awakening
Untold
Until Now

I Am
We Are

Shatki
KathleenAMaloney Mar 2016
A Woman Who Knows her Power,
is A Woman Who Knows the Power of Other Wimen
Is It Insane to Want More?
Eyes opened wide
Truth revealed
Nothing more to say
Crystals are clear.
dream Mar 2016
Now
He admired me
But I was scared

He's loving me
But I'm doubting

The way he talks to me
The way his lips parted and smiled
I drowned and now
I **cried
Lunar Mar 2016
i'd say my love for you
is your treasure
which nothing but carats
could measure.
it would take forever
to melt it down,
but only a second
to be your crown.
my love for you
is my pride
that nothing, not even crystal seas
will be able to hide.
if there would be a pinned poem, this would be it in the 'diamond poems' collection. i think this is the exact feeling every carat feels for svt, and our love for them is clearer than a crystal, unbreakable like a diamond.
L Marie Mar 2016
Sometimes, when we allow distance,
We can see the bigger picture much clearer.

The more I convince myself
That you’re not interested in me
The more I realize how genuine
My feelings actually are.
I thought I was clogged up
In overriding infatuation
But it appears that underneath it,
Something humble was growing.
The more I distance myself
From the thought of there being an us,
The clearer I see that
You are much more than just a crush.

And with that being said,
I’m sorry I treated you as only such.
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