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her beauty is undefinable
a force to be reckoned with
a force without a name
you cannot put a name
to something so constit antly changing
her beauty changes at the speed of light
never in sight long enough to take a picure
all though it lingers long enough
to make you think it might exist

her beauty is raw
it takes a whole new kind of bravery
to let such honesty show
she dares to mask nothing
leaving herself on display
her in depth vulnerability
mixed with passionate intensity
reels strangers in until they cannot look away

her beauty is undefinable
simply impossibly to name
when you meet her, you'll be overwhelmed
irrevocably changed
but as much as you will grow to love her
you will not be able to stay
some forms of beauty are just too intense to be defined
Ashlynn Rose Jan 23
The most powerful words said by my best friend in our world today.
"I am not black. I am Nate. I am me."
Nothing and no one will define me but me.
With a new perspective I say,
"You don't define me. I am me."
I dare us all to scream that.
Would you scream with me?
Collectively and obnoxiously until "I am me" starts to sound harmoniously and beautifully just like "WE ARE FREE."
This is me. This is who I was raised to be.
""No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite."" ~ Nelson Mandela
John McCafferty Aug 2020
Split pathways splayed on palms and face
Each line runs according to its own race
Deep, undefined or shifting aside
Inescapable writings on the walls
Nothing seems straightforward at all
On reviewing in hindsight
The circumstance of chance
How much space do we have to play
Was I supposed to be late
Another carrier of an attitudinal barrier
Loss of control often feels immeasurable
Despite conflicts of character
At times are we in charge of our own lives
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
ShielaMae Jun 2020
Never come here again
I must have been delusional when I said
This is your home
Now I know the truth that
You don't belong here
You chose these loneliness
You chose to leave
I was wrong to think
You were afraid of love
In your palm of your hand
My happiness should always be
You have never admonished
Your own faults
I forgive you for
Your betrayals means
I went through hell because of you
I will never tell you
Please comeback!!!

-read from bottom to top
Ileana Amara May 2020
someone in the room asked, "what is one thing
you would want to change about a girl?"
she turned her gaze, with a wine glass
wrapped in her delicate fingers,

"To be a woman."
her answer instigated the audience,
some stared at her, puzzled and confused
some who understood her,
looked at her intently intrigued.

"I sense a charisma of Athena,"
a witty man approached,
showing his well-sculpted physique,
"you're silver-eyed and daring."

she wasn't one for flattery,
"She's Helen of Troy,"
another man walked, cornering her
"bringing armies to heel with a turn of her head."

she flashed a daunting smile,
sipping the remaining blood red wine,
"I am no goddess, but a woman;
because to be a woman, is to be undefined."

Natalia Apr 2020
What is it's meaning?
I may never know,
I may have to keep dreaming
And let it flow.

Flow through my veins,
See it from afar,
Unshackle its chains,
Allow it to bruise and scar

Through flesh and bone,
Head and heart.
Ruptured then sewn,
So I don't fall apart.

Back and forth it goes,
All through my head
Like beatings and blows.
Exposed on the bed,

Vulnerable and raw.
It plays on my mind,
I watch it with awe.
It cannot be defined.

Uncertainty is rife,
While some may panic,
It is here I thrive,
Neither worried nor manic.

I trust in the universe,
I know it will be right.
While this may be adverse,
I choose to see the light.
You can't put love in a box, it is undefinable. It is unique to all and will forever be, in my mind. I have come to terms with that, this sort of acceptance has been quite freeing.
Hennessy 5260 Apr 2020
I am an outcast
Too weird to be normal
But not weird enough to fit in with the weirdos
I have no place
An orphan, rejected
They do not understand me
Nor do they try
And I gave up trying to fit in

I am an outcast
Lurking in the shadows
Waiting for the moon to shed light on me
Faizel Farzee Oct 2019
They say love is the equivalent to the air that gives us sustenance.
 It keeps us alive

What if that love become addictively toxic
Calling from the seductive abyss, it whispers your names
When the deafening silence is screaming
In the dead of the night, Your truthful minds in control
Pictured in a montage of guidance
You can know longer hide, a piercing uncensored truth
your hearts true feelings, saddened breaks down and cry

You love each other wholeheartedly
This is without an ounce of doubt
The unspoken truth is
 You both know you sinfully bad for one another
This will never change, from this waking daydream you want to completely breakout

When you love, He hates
A constant cause and effect
likened to aphrodite in the heat of summer
the passion is so raw, you believe you were hexed

One moment you both vindictively breaking each other down
The next your clothes get strewn to the floor
Getting lost in a lustful haze
Yet both having one hand on the door.
Hungrily taking in every taste and feeling every feathered touch
This crazy love is what you both crave
Your soul lustfully thirst for
A hungered desire that's never enough.
When your relationship is undefined
you love and you hate
the passion is relentless
yet the tears is never fake
it's a yin and yang conflict
you better off apart
Just like magnets you drown to one another
at the same time repels
emotions completely twisted
this is pure love made in hell.
Amy Childers Mar 2019
Sometimes I feel invisible.
My surroundings consist of barrier reefs
And schools of exotic fish.
I am just a guppy in saltwater.
Out of place and out of mind.
And yet visible and more than often declined.

Where do I belong?
In freshwater or the sea?
Why must life be so hard for a saltwater guppy like me?
Who am I?
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