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What if beauty was preserved?

Will it still carry the same significance?
Will preservatives slur her growth?
Will she still become who she was destined to be?
Will her natural beauty be enough to deny any need of preservation?
Kay Feb 2018
Wipe off the makeup, let down the hair.
Take off my clothes, til everything's bare.
Dig under the flesh, dig under the bones.
Lock myself in a room, make sure I'm alone.. and let it all go...
I need to find myself, my passion and my pride.
To do what fits me best, other opinions aside.  
All of my life i lived to impress, they told me what to love,  they told me how to dress.
But I'm taking it all off, you can laugh and you can scoff.
But ill learn to be happy on my terms this time, I'll make myself proud, I'll make this life mine.
So dig under the flesh, dig deep in my heart.
Cut me down with your words but I won't fall apart.
Shocked? I thought you would be,
Cuz all of my life i hid behind jealousy.
But of what? The fake mask of beauty we call makeup?
But its time for my soul to wake up.
To find happiness in the nature of me, naked and alone, but I'm finally free.
For this is the closest to myself I've ever been.
My soul smiles and says "It's nice to see you again"
And I find myself smiling back... It's good to be home.
If the stars can shine independently,
If the sun can burn independently,
If the earth can orbit independently,
If outer space can operate alone,
If everything natural needs no partner why do you?
Colm Jan 2018
With horizons like shoulders
Stands the image of the self
In the self-perceived mind

Until called like ringing
The mountains asleep
Undisturbed in dew and time

So the woodsman knows and is awake
To the truest of nature
The societal eyes

And at the feeling of ever
Need it depart

He flies

Into the mountains to live a life spent alive
I've been reading too much E.E.
Vizier Jan 2018
You
At times, she is selfish, sometimes insecure and impatient. She has her flaws and a hint of sadness in her eyes, but she hides it well behind a smile that almost appears natural. She’s delicate but tough. Mostly tough on herself. The mistakes in which she’s made often eat away at her conscience. She’s honest, but there are things she keeps to herself, understanding that not everyone deserves to unlock her secret door. There is madness on her mind, chaos in her heart, but there’s this quiet sense of hope that still lives within her soul. She isn’t perfect but she’s remarkable. She is you.
Not much of a poem, but more something of a rant about someone I recently met.
Jennifer DeLong Jan 2018
As naked as the sea
I am free being me
naturally

Wind on my skin
Like waves on a ocean
It feels so good to me

Feels quite ****
actually ..
earthy & warm

If , I get caught
Oh it's just the witch in me
That's what I'll say
cause it true honestly

Spirits ready to play
explore a little more

walk and dance
like a fish in water
swims and skims

I will enjoy it
then like a tide
goes away at night

I shall go in and
dress once again

© Jennifer L Dlg 1/2018
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