#beautifully
'how are you doing?' you ask
beautifully getting over you.
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 11:04 AM UTC
Honesty is myth unless you pay for it
Beauty is a commodity that we confuse with superficiality
I am beautifully honest but you are unaware of it
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 8:13 AM UTC
What is so beautiful about me?
Are you attracted to my mind,
Or the thing that blows you is my smile,
Is it my eyes that are windows to my soul,
Or is it my case of Jean *** which you troll,
Are my seins more alluring to look at,
Or is it cliché you love that I am confident,
Like a alpha male do you like a hourglass,
courbes are more extensive that my cognizance,
When you look at the marks in my face,
Does it feel like she is a Empress?
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
They say
"Never give up".
But how can I,
If the world has given up on me?
Funny how one sentence changed my entire life,
Spun my world upside down with a bang
Twirled the universe on its finger
Guess what it was?
I'm sorry.
Now I stand with my heart in a million pieces,
Limbs broken at impossible angles,
I'm beautifully broken...
You should have known that I would,
If I could,
When you stopped catching me,
As I fell for you...
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 10:02 AM UTC
He was a man who stood tall;
He knew he was destined to face it all.
From scholar to lawyer to freedom fighter;
He knew in the end it would make this country brighter
He tried his best to fight for equality;
Coz he knew all people would get equal opportunities
Everyone was equal in his eyes;
And it was this trait that made him rise
He was born to perform a duty;
And he did it to the best of his ability
He was someone we will forget never;
Our Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
Dark shadows enfold
my heart that
I gave you to hold.
*
Every time you walk past,
without even an hello,
Omni, I get so cold as if my
soul will freeze then fold
*
Your being completed me,
so tell me Omni, how is it that your strong and bold when my being has disappeared, from what
your eye's use to behold.
*
I'm as a withered plant,
without your sun I'm done.
The end of my species,
never to see the sun.
*
Oh but when you did grace me not too long ago to bloom,
I was the most beautiful in the room!
*
Thank you for that.
~SacredInkedBlood
(Author Ven J. Arnold)
©2018
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
the city is beautiful until it corrodes.
the city is beautiful until you are trapped.
_send me home_,whispers your heart beneath
a grey blanket,_but the city is where love and
genius live,we can't leave,we can't go
send for home_,it yells,and now it is tearing
you apart it is picking through the sinews of
your warmth it is shredding you out
you push it peels you stop,it peels,
the book of chaos sits next to you
should you open it now?where does wisdom lie?
is it in your palms,or beyond that,somewhere
hidden, unfolded?
you don't know because the city is still beautiful to you.
you don't know because you never open that book.
(but your heart peels on.)
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
I'm covered from head to toe in resin, acrylics and epoxy,
Some pulverized rocks my son gathered from the Chattooga River,
Now reduced to a burnt ember dust.
I added silicone sludge and a little baking powder as well,
And once mixed, this dicey concoction is beautifully toxic,
So I waft the air and inhale it.
Painting a colorful sunset is too easy, I prefer black and white,
So with a wooden board the size of a door,
I get to work with my rubber sledgehammer, blowtorch
A gallon of poison and flammable spray.
The passers by have seen this look in eyes,
From The Shining or possibly their preachers,
You know, the same look that's a sight to behold.
Slamming the hammer down with brute force
And purposed abandonment,
I paint my sunset and wrangle the stars later.
A shower won't do me justice>
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
An ugly beautiful relationship,
Or
A beautifully ugly relationship.
A faithfully faithless lover,
Or
A faithlessly faithful lover.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
To feel joy and fear mingle together -
two alpine rivers flowing into one.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
Your mind is a tunnel
that never ends
and I need to slip inside it
immerse myself for a while
for I may never know
what I might find there
but one thing I know for sure
one thing I already found out is..
about you being a writer
a poet
who has written on me
who has written a part of my life
and darling,
you have done it..
so beautifully.
(j.a.t.m.)
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
Like embers
Falling silently
Into the sea,
So are you and me.
They don't
Belong together,
But despite
The tragic end,
They collide
So beautifully.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
If you see me fall, do not save me.
For I am learning to grow my wings again.
Because flying solo is the only thing I've ever experienced.
But if I see you fall, I will save you.
For you are hiding your wings from the world again.
But my world has never marveled at anything greater than your beauty.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
Their words lovingly make a daily appearance
With a new days birth they seem to find a way
Quite like a tremendously beautiful flower
Bringing many gorgeous smiles to life each day
It matters not which heart gives them life breath
Or whose selfless spirit makes them radiantly smile
Their priceless messages are embraced lovingly by many
As within each one you will find a love worthwhile
A daily love which generates an awesome true beauty
A unique one which will stand the test of time
And whether each writer/poet believes it to be true
Their words will age wonderfully like a fine wine
For God has blessed everyone with a taste of bliss
Of His delightfully joyous creative touch divine
And He will allow His sweet happiness to stay
As long as we praise Him in our hearts and minds.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
Life is for the livid
Live it without regrets
Don't let other people run it
They'll soon be out of breath
Pace yourself old sport
Your youngest years will be your best
Time is constant yet ever changing
Enjoy her spoils while you're still in her caress
For soon you will be nothing but a ball of wisdom and memories
With eyes which bear one simple plea
Remember Me.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
Our bodies
Are really just galaxies
Held together by bone and flesh.
My thoughts are stars.
But
How can you expect me to
Recognize the constellations
That they could potentially form
When I’ve always ******
At thinking linearly?
Hell,
I have a hard enough time
Remembering
That
I am still alive.
I dropped a plate today-
That promptly shattered-
Because
For that very instant
I didn’t exist.
I think
Maybe
I was born
To self-destruct
Quite like
The most massive suns
In our universe
Detonate
Into supernovae.
One of these days
Out of the blue
My chest is going to start
Caving in
And my arms and legs will contract
And finally
I’ll flood out into the open-
I always did tell you
My heart was an ocean
Filled so full that it’s
Ready to erupt.
Well once I’ve emptied
My heart
My body
And my mind
Maybe
Just maybe
I’ll find the strength
To reconstruct this galaxy.
But I’d probably need some
Major work.
I need help untangling these veins.
Someone
Just give me
A diagnosis
Because
My lungs should work
Just fine
But I just
CAN'T BREATHE-
Surely there are vultures flying around
Grating my insides.
I want you to rewrite my skin
Dig up the graveyards
In my skeleton
And maybe
Help settle some of these ghosts.
I just wanted-
So desperately-
For you to find a home
Somewhere near my heart
That I tried stitching a home
Into my ribcage
But the seams are jagged
And tender
And it feels like they’re leaking
All the god **** time
But no matter what-
Whenever I check my lesions-
They’re healing.
Hopefully,
My structures
Will last longer
This time
Around the bend.
Because unless
You have your own scars,
You’ll probably
Never understand mine.
But we all do something.
You can’t fathom the leagues
Of deep dark arctic water that churn
Just under my crust
Or the monsters
Surfing the waves
Because
They tell you to drown your demons
But
I’m pretty positive
Mine have known how to swim
From the beginning.
You don’t see
The stress and anxiety
That pumps around
Through my blood
Igniting my body
And effectively silencing me.
Please don’t touch me
Not until you understand
That sometimes
All I am capable of felling
Is needles and razors.
The added pressure
Of your feather light touch
Might just
Cause a cave in.
Please don’t
Love me
Until you
Recognize
That
I do not love myself
But
I AM trying.
For the longest time
I’ve been so concerned
That
You might start
Seeing me
The way I see myself
But something really
Kind of funny happened
(I think)
I’m starting
To see myself
The way you see me.
My skin
Has been left to rot
Too many times
And WOW-
That really hurts.
My cells
Is still in the process
Of growing back
But it’s still so sensitive.
I’m swallowing
Your forgiveness
Because
I need it
For my own.
I cannot
Excuse
Myself-
Not anymore.
There is
No such concept
As
‘Beautifully broken’
Some of us
Are just better than others
At clutching
Bleeding seams.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC