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Carlo C Gomez May 20
The eyeshadows
Of her favorite color palette
Were every bit as neoteric
As they were triturated
--broken to pieces
Inside a mailer
Without bubble wrap
Based on a true story.

BLT's new challenge- to write a poem using the Merriam- Webster word of the day, neoteric.
Madison Oct 2018
With this brush in my hand

I paint new visions

New possibilities

New forms of escape.

It can not be denied

That I am an artist.

It's a tool

Not a weapon

A medium in which I have control

Complete autonomy

If only for the day.

It's not an advertisement.

No part of me is for sale

Now or ever.

I'm not being dishonest

By choosing how I present myself

Nor is it about you.

This reflection is artwork

Any interpretation is all your own.

It's all a product of my own liberty

And it runs much deeper

Than you might want to admit.

Within these simple brushstrokes, I run free

An untamed beast

With brightly-painted claws.

I am not caged

By the stripes that I create.
I feel there's a lot of stigma around makeup. Kind of silly, considering it's very much so an art form...
Laura Jun 2018
Symmetry deficits call for chiaroscuro.
Highlight the summits,
and diffuse shadows at the vertex
of cheekbone and mandible.
Colour the apples, rubescent as newborn flesh,
and soften edges for a gentle definition.

If you paint claret from bow to corner
it can create something fuller; induce desire-
Valencia can bleach the blemishes.
Liquid or matte lies in pesky furrows
and rots like carrion in warm weather:
remember to blot excess sebum prior.

Are you pneumatic? Applications can support you-
with enough you can acquire
something ample for a decade.
Look to the lens. It winks;
raise brow in a clean cut, diagonal
from nostril edge: the playful frame apertures admire.


Share with friends:
and sigh at affirmations.
Kate Willis May 2016
Those red lips,
forged by MAC
are but only one color
in the endless stream of
existing shades.
A random thought that came through my head during a car ride through the city.

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