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Srishti 2d
Is being fair, beauty?
Is the moon, beauty?
Is being attractive, beauty?
Is being popular, beauty?
Is a flower, beauty?
Is being good, beauty?

What do humans call beautiful?
Something that favors them — that’s what they call beautiful.

But sometimes,
things are beautiful even when they look ugly...
Like how Beauty fell in love with a Beast.
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night                                                        
this is texture of apparition      
a little restless heat
the cat crosses between balconies
the cardboard set of the backs of city houses
stage of charming murders and secrets
the skies speed and health dominates          
there's a detonation of the half moon
then the treads of clouds                                    
and a sharp code of shooting star
we have no right                                            
bathed with loving context
we should behave to earn such a view
but our smarts aim                                    
at now't but hazard and flirt
war dooms at beat for thunder
the night skies become ominous                
                     with our ruined broach
suspended under every breath
[03/07/25 original notes written late after watching the movie The French Dispatch : night/this is a texture of visuals/an opposition to massacre/the cat crosses between balconies/the cardboard set of the backs of city houses/the skies speed and health dominates/the detonation of the half moon/treads the clouds and a code of sharp/shooting star/we have no right/we should behave to earn such a view/bathed with loving context/but our smarts aim at now't but hazard
and flirt /war dooms at beat for thunder ?]
to those who feel like life is nothing but a void of absent light ground yourself by doing this,turn on a light in a dark room and use a flashlight how bright is it?okay now turn off the lights and use it again how bright is it? its as bright as you,see you can never truly see your light your passion your blaze can never be seen among bright lights only in darkness can you truly shine as bright as you believe
hopefully this helps some even if its not really a peom
In the deep sea, where a single ray fell,
I saw your eyes — glowing like precious pearls.

How many thunders must have rumbled...
to craft such lightning into your form?

You wear the hue of a goddess in dance,
and in a single blink,
I was captured —
as if a million stars gathered
just to swirl beside your ear.

Not in seven notes of music,
nor in the seven realms of existence,
have I ever heard anything
like the melody of your laughter.

The wind that touched your hair
became the breath of life itself.
The breeze that kissed your skin —
even the trees shivered and laughed with joy.

Perhaps day and night were born
only to compete for a glimpse of you.

What drunken trance was God in,
to create you with such beauty?

Did He kiss you with rain
to quiet His own longing,
after crafting a flower like you?

Even a withered flower
gains fragrance
just by sharing the air you exhale.

Was it just to witness your beauty
that God gave man the gift of sight?
Or was it jealousy,
that made Him lock flowers behind fences —
so none may rival you?

With so much desire in His design,
why, then, did He leave you alone on Earth?

How angry might He be,
watching me gaze upon you with such longing?

Yet I feel no fear,
only a tiny hesitation in my heart...

O daughter of the Divine —
Even if it takes a thousand lifetimes of penance,
I shall win your love
as a blessing earned.
Years have just gone by,
What the hell is life, hey hi!
From rustling wind and steps to everest,
What remains now is a puzzled quest, isn't it?

Imagining the place to be down the busy lane,
Demeaning bask in the sun, dance in the rain.
Scrolling glittering pictures immersed in joy,
Craving of wannabes - a perfect ploy.

After climbing the top, after swimming till end,
Mr X went perplexed, just what to amend?
The shallowness within, the purpose of all,
Screamed the heaven, ROCK N ROLL - there is nothing at all, there is nothing at all !!
Zywa Jul 3
The cypresses stand tall
against the pale evening blue
far from here, heat is pressing
on the city where you live

thinking of all kind of things
maybe thinking of me
maybe of yourself
being reflected by me
      
Just because, precisely because
you don't know, you can't
know, I know
that you know, that
I see and know
      
who you are, shining
what I don't tell anyone
what I feel
and cry out in myself
You are, you shine, you!
Collection "Without reserve"
Ayla Grey Jul 2
Look at me I'm beautiful
Just don't look at my face
Or my body or personality
Or any of my mistakes

Just Look at me I'm beautiful
But don't look at anything I've done
Anything I despise and hate
Just to earn your love

look LOOK I'm beautiful
Just look at anything which I've dealt
But it's hard to say I'm beautiful
When I can't love myself
Oh how one day you smile in the mirror and the next you curse it out.
Mariah Jul 2
Take me

Slowly

To the

Place I

Know I

Can be



Please just

Show me

Who I'm

Supposed

To be



Is this

Really

What you

Mean


When you

Told me

I was

Always

Free


What was

I supposed

To see


While the

Figure's

Looking

Back at

Me


Why does

She look

So

Pretty


Even though

She's older

Than me
I don't always believe this. Even still, I've started to be able to appreciate my face more as I've gotten older.

Though, I still feel 18.
is it more beautiful
the fleeting end
of a rainbow
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