"tranformed" poems
I once saw a butterfly, its left wing was broken,
and it fell over and over, its legs crushed with feeling.
What is beauty?
We ask ourselves as we pile powder on our face like cement over our flawed skin.
Most attribute "beauty" as a physical trait, something you are either born with
or must qualify as to achieve happiness.
I think beauty is in the scrawled message at the corner of a Post-It note shoved in your right pocket
and in the tears welling to your eyes that have not yet fallen.
I think beauty is the hair unstraightened with wide tired eyes
and collaped words stumbling over themselves.
All we know about beauty was bottle-fed to us.
As a society, we have set aside what is and isn't beautiful.
It is unattractive to have acne, obscene to have leg hair,
and a downright sin to spend less than twenty minutes on your hair each morning.
But I've counted the zits on your crumpled forehead
and wrote in the stars the strands of your hair.
Your beauty's unbroken and awesome and perfectly celestial.
I've touched a million dizzy tulips, their heads nod off to the storm and rain.
But you held me even when I was unforgiving and broke me through the icy winds.
To me, beauty is not just what encompasses us, what we are born into;
Beauty is the yet-to-come and what you've tranformed to
after moments of fading lights and sick feelings.
Beauty is weaved into our minds, where no one can touch.
It's not in our appearance, nor in our actions.
Holding yourself high isn't cutting it for me.
Beauty is intricate thoughts, what you desire and feel.
I can't see beauty until you tell me by the dying light of noon
how much you'd love to change the world with your fingertips.
I once saw a butterfly, its left wing was broken,
but I swore it was beautiful.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
I'll cast my spell, a witch's brew, stirring black cauldrons of sweet revenge.
One drop of pain added, a tablespoon of resentment, blowing out the candles that leave their scent.
A warthog 's beard, a sliver of grudge, and the dose is potent, with lethal intentions.
Drink slowly, let me watch the last sip trickle down your throat, I've called it something natural and you never minded. I'm sexually tranformed by your GASPING FOR AIR.
Lovers beware of this cursed and scorned woman, whose hatred runs deep and wide. She patiently waits at her crooked door, with a one sided smile to lure you in.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
On gossamer wings she took flight
But the winds of change tore those delicate wings apart
She fell to the hard earth, a terrible sight
The wolfs descended upon her and tore out her heart
As she laid bleeding out in the dirt
Wishing her wings would of been made of steel
Then she wouldn't have these feeling of hurt
To the Gods she made an appeal
Please replace my heart with one of stone
So it couldn't be shattered by a simple storm
And never again would feelings be known
The Gods took pity and she was tranformed
Never again to be a delicate child
But a stone cold creature
She was as beautiful as she was wild
Her rock hard heart, indeed her best feature
Her gossamer wings gone
She would never fly
Being with out them made her strong
She never again would fall from the sky
The winds of change could roar
But she could take it's toll
That couldn't break her anymore
With that heart of stone she could just roll
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
On gossamer wings she took flight
But the winds of change tore those delicate wings apart
She fell to the hard earth, a terrible sight
The wolfs descended upon her and tore out her heart
As she laid bleeding out in the dirt
Wishing her wings would of been made of steel
Then she wouldn't have these feeling of hurt
To the Gods she made an appeal
Please replace my heart with one of stone
So it couldn't be shattered by a simple storm
And never again would feelings be known
The Gods took pity and she was tranformed
Never again to be a delicate child
But a stone cold creature
She was as beautiful as she was wild
Her rock hard heart, indeed her best feature
Her gossamer wings gone
She would never fly
Being with out them made her strong
She never again would fall from the sky
The winds of change could roar
But she could take it's toll
That couldn't break her anymore
With that heart of stone she could just roll
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
On gossamer wings she took flight
But the winds of change tore those delicate wings apart
She fell to the hard earth, a terrible sight
The wolfs descended upon her and tore out her heart
As she laid bleeding out in the dirt
Wishing her wings would of been made of steel
Then she wouldn't have these feeling of hurt
To the Gods she made an appeal
Please replace my heart with one of stone
So it couldn't be shattered by a simple storm
And never again would feelings be known
The Gods took pity and she was tranformed
Never again to be a delicate child
But a stone cold creature
She was as beautiful as she was wild
Her rock hard heart, indeed her best feature
Her gossamer wings gone
She would never fly
Being with out them made her strong
She never again would fall from the sky
The winds of change could roar
But she could take it's toll
That couldn't break her anymore
With that heart of stone she could just roll
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:26 AM UTC