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Subject: Re: Poetry Corner Sun Jun 09, 2013 4:21 am

H-hi, everyone! Just wanted to drop this off for a bit of scrutiny...

Where Beauty Lies

Beauty lies within white eyes
those that can and cannot see
Of who we are and what we are,
and what we may come to be.

It is love and lust, desire.
Pulls you in, pushes you out,
Plays with you like luscious fire.
Makes you sing and shout about.

In kindness does it blush aglow
Winning us with joyous laughter.
In darkness does its tantrums grow
Grasping, screaming, spawning anger.

Beauty lies within a pair.
Where Admiration inspires the heart,
As Jealousy announces it's unfair.
Twin heirs forever bound, yet set apart.

It lies upon your lips and in your eyes,
In twirling dresses, long sleek tresses.
The white of moonlight, the fun of summer sun,
Is where our Beauty lies. There, it lies...

For Beauty is a lie, a game of our mind
A thought, an emotion, a simple feeling -
It does not matter if you're seeing or blind,
For you shouldn't be focusing on what's appealing.

Where Beauty thrives for perfection,
Acceptance tries for satisfaction.
A matter of hopeful possibilities
And to eradicate hostilities.

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Touched By An Angel- Maya Angelou:

Been a while~

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An idea I've been working on. Less rhyme-y than my usual work, forgive me.

The Smile.
I never wanted to be her.
That girl who moves with precision, not a wasted footstep.
I was always poor with footwork.
Where she would draw every yearning glance of the lonely souls in the room,
I would draw laughter and a different kind of attention.
I didn't mind the laughter.
I got to see your smile.
A piteous smirk at the time,
Only to acknowledge my presence,
But enough to set my day ablaze with a sort of fire that ran to my toes and dared me to embarass myself once more.

I never wanted to be her.
Her high strung tones of voice tickling the ears of men,
And mocking her "friends" about her.
I preferred my warm words to her chilling tone at any rate.
At least that's what I told myself.
My voice always seemed to please you anyway.
My awkward manner and bumbling antics tickled your cheeks lightly.
I got to see your smile.
A simple flash of beautiful light,
Before shut away once more by a shake of your head.

I never wanted to be her.
Even when I heard that she'd touched you.
A girl with a hollow chest has only one gift to give to anyone.
I swallowed the knowledge of what transpired like a pill and fevered for more.
The knowledge of how a girl like that had pleased a guy like you.
That she had seen your smile.
A smile I had yet to see.

I never wanted to be her.
And loathed myself for trying.
Everyday another struggle.
A glance within the mirror said that we could be the same,
But a glance within myself swore that I was so much better.
A heart that beat for him,
A mind that revolved round him,
A smile dependent on him.
A girl like that could never give.
Yet she had seen your smile.
A smile I had yet to see.

I never wanted to be her.
And knew I'd never be.
Where her heartless touch had stolen moments,
I could only give.
I'd yearn to see that flash across your face.
The epitome of simplicity.
A simple smile was all it took and I'd be content.
I'd love and I'd give only to lose myself in the wonder.
Why she got to see your smile.
A smile rarely given and better to have,
A gust of breathtaking wind that sweeps wiser women of their feet,
But I cannot.

I never wanted to be her.
But am beginning to realize you had.
The way that you held me the way that you spoke.
As if to a shadow of a figure long gone.
As if a hollow replica.
Never a suitable replacement.
Not for a woman like that.
Not even for your smile.
A smile designed for some other woman who never deserved you.
Who had never desired the beautiful honor,
But merely stolen moments,
Stolen dreams,
Stolen touches.
Never the happiness of the incredible boy an incredibly awkward girl would come to die for.
Funny how she took it anyways.

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