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1.6k · Apr 2013
Thrown in Clouds
Trina Beau Apr 2013
trippy stick
magic syrup
smooth rips
thrown in clouds
****** we floated
arm in arm
hand in hand
reached the towers
our dreaded destination
we lay in a small box
stared in oceans
stared through grass fields
fell
touched, unseen colors
energy through soft bodies
oh, the unknown depths
we tripped
reaching, grasping deeper Love
no visions oddment
pieces content
peace plant
silent chords
dancing freely
your temple in mine
we stay forever more
1.5k · May 2013
Happy to Be
Trina Beau May 2013
Expression in mindful Faces
Fun in the Eyes
Hearts of Suns
Earth covered Hippies
Smiling into Souls of one another
763 · May 2013
Rain
Trina Beau May 2013
Why does rain fall
from these eyes?
soaking my white T
head spinning erratically.
Is it long past due to storm?
This cloud whirling into insanity
Too many emotions to comprehend
It seemed to be filled to capactiy
The rain fell
hard, with an unexpected forecast
but she brought the sun,
A rainbow illustrates a dry canvas
Colors came out
The winds calmed
642 · Apr 2013
Is
Trina Beau Apr 2013
Is
I won't fight the feeling
My minds guides me
follow it
Soul, everything is
Love, everything is
touched the feeling
it stuck, you helped
no make-up, smiling brighter
hair natural, beauty in you
beauty in me
flowing from depths of toes,
to heights of fingers
happy to be
this
but death
unknown adventure
take me there
someday, we will meet
I'll be my own God
but,
finding Peace through energy
my iii perceives
hell
its beautiful.
550 · May 2013
You
Trina Beau May 2013
You
Her own kind making her weep behind closed doors.
You fought for blood, you spoke of your other.
Compared them.
No thoughts of her feelings,
Just pushing to show her to find untrue beauty
Did you know you speared her?
Drew blood and unwanted feelings her weak mind not need seen.
You,
Breaking her true ways
Did you know that hurt her?

Raised to be herself,
Shot down to find someone else
Raised to be independent,
Your words throwing it away
Raised to Love,
But shown hate.
Why?
Mom, I'm me.
Sorry to disappoint.

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