If my feelings could move through the air then maybe they could reach you, the new-found black hole lives between, threatening to swallow all of our, no wait, my, emotions before they can reach you. Yet the sheets, they cover more than the bed as they separate our bodies and our minds, can you feel more than physical touch? Can you feel my heart beating, as it pulsates the air to its loving rhythmic exuding only sweetness and softness for you but as your cold words freeze the air your stress-filled stares shoot down my feelings and I am left laying awake in bed, next to you yet alone, wondering, are we really together?
I try to talk
to engage you, actively,
in a dance of words with me.
Twisting our tongues around
sounds, giving way to reason, or,
allowing our imaginations to escape
the boundaries of our minds
yet you stand, statuesque,
firm in your ignorant state of non-amused
bliss, free from my conversation,
my creativity and words,
True beauty is more than a quantity,
it cannot be defined as a combination of qualities
just as it cannot be contained by a shape, a form, or a single color.
Beauty is everything, everywhere, and nowhere
sights which astound and amaze do not appeal to
those who cannot see and so they cannot appreciate their
“beauty” yet to others beauty is an act.
A simple willingly done action giving form
to thought and creating emotions of joy that are described
in the only sense that they can be and that is beauty.
But beauty is not simply an action, nor is it a combination of
emotions, sights, pleasure, or actions
beauty penetrates and becomes someones soul since we are all
so why do I feel ugly, why does anyone feel ugly when beauty is