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Personal GhostsWith your sparkling eyes
And toothy grin
It can get rather difficult
To suppose you'd understand

So pardon me for not thinking
Of the skeletons hung up
Next to your yellow sundress

It can be easy to forget
That smiles are plastered on
So the cracks can't show
GhostI can't trust you
if you've never fallen.
How can I know,
for sure,
you'll get back up?
Old WesternsYou can dream in
Black and white

As long as you promise
To live in color
Commuter HeartsI fell in love on the train today
With the boy across the aisle
His eyes were set close together
And they moved rapidly back and forth
Across his computer screen
As he furiously typed
On a laptop that had
Disney princess stickers
I didn't say a thing
Because he probably
Wouldn't like me

I fell in love on the train today
With the Girl across the aisle
Who sat staring out the window
Twirling her hair
Dreaming of something
And ever so often
Would glance my way
And blush
I didn't say a thing
Because she probably
Wouldn't like me
SnapshotI'm not sure
if these little
snippets
of memories
and thoughts
and feelings
should be called
poems
but
they come out
as words
so
I write
Get Back UpGet back up!
Up I say!

I know that you've been broken
That your heart has been torn out
You gave them all they asked
And they left you bloody
Mangled on the ground

Get back up

Do it now
I know that you can barely move
From where they dumped you
After telling you it wasn't good enough
Your life's work destroyed
By just their cruel words

Get back up

I know the lethargy is set
Just the thought of moving
Almost too painful to bear
But if you don't do it now
You probably won't ever

Get back up

Not for them
For you
ModernFeint left
Go right

Say one thing
Mean another

Revel in unpredictability
Dance in Mistrust
InsomniaThe covers are warm and comfortable

The mattress thick and soft

The moon is high and the crickets singing

I have walked a thousand miles
My muscles ache

I have kept my contacts in too long
My eyes are red and weary

I am exhausted
Tired and longing for respite

Tossing and turning
My mind will not shut off
My eyes will not close

So I write
Wise WordsMy grandmother told me
to never chase after blackbirds
with one eye and
a broken wing.
And now I sit
beneath a dying black tree
counting the one eyed crows
and flightless ravens.

My grandmother told me
that poets die old
even when children,
and that artists
die young
even as old men.

My grandmother told me
that faith taught her strength
but I would need
to find it
for myself.
The beads are cold
in my colder hands
as I breathe in my faith of roses.

My grandmother told me
that hands become shaky
and the eye clouded
but the soul knows the path.
I believed her
and I still do-

as I count the one eyed crows.
That FeelingDo you feel it
Deep within?

You can't ignore it
It will only get stronger

It drives you

You cannot rest
Because it is there

This need
This desire
This drive

A drive to create
To write, to draw, to make

To feel this
Is to be an artist
The ModelFactory Standard
Perfect in regularity
No crooked noses
Squinty eyes
Nothing Interesting
A Vehicle for design
A walking mannequin
A china cabinet
but after the creator's genius
Has faded
Her face
Remains
Ingnorance Is BlissThere are holes in this blindfold
But I'll happily pretend
I cannot see the light
An Ode to the DreamerAn ode to the dreamer,
who gave up the dream
I salute you
Don't worry, I understand
You see; I did it as well
So here's to the accountant,
who wanted to play basketball
An ode to the CEO,
who is really a dancer
Here's to the farmer,
who should have been on Broadway
Here's to you
Because I know
That when you gave it up
When you surrendered
You had your fingers
crossed behind your back
DifferentI see them on the streets
Rushing past
I am just like them
I feel the same as they do
Rage
Love
Curiosity
Fear
Confusion
Lust
I am the same
But I chose this
To be different
I saw their cruelty
Their despair
Their games
And I could not bear it
I don't think they can either
What If            “If you couldn’t see to sew, what would you do?”

“Well, if I couldn’t see, I guess I’d take up pottery.”

           “And if you couldn’t use your hands?”

“I would play piano with my toes.”

           “But what if you couldn’t hear, what then?”

“If I couldn’t hear, or see, or use my hands then I would build a thousand sand castles with my feet.”

           “What if you couldn’t use your feet?”

“Then I would roll my body in paint and fly across an empty canvas.”

           “How w
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With you
My best friend

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Swimming
Watching movies
My best friend

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Snuggled up on the couch
I like playing
With your hair
My best friend

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Hands intertwined
Your lips on mine
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I'm Ugly

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I know that I’m not

I know that you know
That I know that I’m not

But I feel like it
Oh God, I feel like it

I know I’ve got clear eyes
And lovely hair
But when I look in mirrors
The imperfections scream
‘Till the tiny cracks
Become huge gaping holes
That I’m terrified you’ll see

So please,
I need to hear it

Tell me that I’m beautiful
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This was written as I tried to analyze the thoughts and feelings behind pictures of my friends looking their most beautiful while saying they were ugly, it's quite sad in a way.
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*imaginative-lioness May 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It reminds me of a period of my life where I only noticed my imperfections when I looked in the mirror. I can relate to this piece so much, and whilst this makes me sad, it also makes me realise how far I've come. I can look in the mirror today and know that I am beautiful in my own way. A truly wonderful piece :heart:!
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~starell May 10, 2013
Yay! I'm so glad you've come that far! Personal growth can be a tricky mountain to climb but it is always so very worth it when we reach the top, or even just make it off the ground!

Thank you! :heart:
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~Suphyx Apr 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
People often hide behind the praise of others to achieve the happiness in themselves, that only they can give. Fishing for compliments with a high self-esteem reveals the sensitivity, low personal appreciation, or dissatisfaction within themselves. I've been here before, I've thought your words, and it's awful. The only person that can make one beautiful is them.

Wonderfully done yet again. Very good observation, and great job in presentation. :)
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~starell Apr 20, 2013
Very insightful! What you've said applies not only to beauty but to all manner of life. People keep looking for others to give them the answers that only they can provide themselves with. It's a lack of conviction, a constant affirmation.

Why thank you kind sir!
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~Suphyx Apr 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yes exactly! Very well put. You're most welcome.
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~starell Apr 22, 2013
:)
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~MrWootton Mar 1, 2013  Professional Writer
Beauty is such a tricky thing.
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~starell Apr 15, 2013
nice article! I think that there is a difference between knowing something and really realizing that. Which seams to be a problem I have!

I love how the article stressed the wide range of things found beautiful by a wide range of characters. It is very easy to get caught up into trying to fit into a specific mold. I loved the ending! What I think that really needs to be addressed is the absurd (to me) trend to trying to make our skin color something it's not. Darker women want to be lighter and lighter women want to be darker until it's not really about accepting all types of skin colors but molding all skin colors into a sort of medium. This is really hard for me as an extremely fair skinned person. I think that from the darkest to the lightest skin tone they are all gorgeous and it is only the fake orangey medium I have come to see as ugly. That is, of course, just me, although others might be sufficiently delighted with that particular hue.

I tried to write something legible, but It just seems as if there are too many things to say to be able to express them properly!
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~MrWootton Apr 18, 2013  Professional Writer
Yes, head-knowledge vs. heart-knowledge. Or something like that.

It's hard not to view all the pressure to conform to some sort of "happy medium" as an attack on the self. What about standing out? What about looking like "you" (but for real, not like a makeup ad campaign using the phrase)? Is it really okay to let diet product companies, exercise product companies, and beauty product companies (and everyone they can influence with their money) tell us that we're not okay?

Yeah, I know the feeling. It took me about three years to write that blog post, and it still doesn't say all that needs to be said...
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~starell Apr 18, 2013
What I think is the most frustrating is that these big companies are only telling people that they are not okay, or not normal, or that something needs to be done to "fix" them in order to sell products! If everyone were happy with their outward appearances then they would not have a way to make money. In order to make money you have to have a product that fills a need or you have to create a need and have a product that fills this artificial need. What I am wondering is how much of this need for beauty would exist without these big companies because sadly I think it was already there and they just inflated it to epic proportions.

If there is a big enough issue you could write a million words and it would still never be enough.
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