Beauty for the minds eye….

Last week I was a supermodel,

3 days ago I became obese,

the difference in time didn’t change my physiology,

the mind behind the eyes saw a difference entirely,

Slender became desirable and an additional inch became irrelevant.

Who is to say either is correct,

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder then I choose to see beauty,

A youthful mind too quick to dismiss change

A mature eye too quick to desire a youthful body

Time changes mind and mind observes mankind.

Through growth I will birth a new creation,

Swell till my ankles take on the weight of life itself,

A new mind, new heart and then transformation is complete.

My breasts will expand and nurture our seed,

With each journey I will rest my smile on the creases unseen,

Lift my eyes as the night becomes cold,

Exhale and ride to the next field

Still I await for my king who will see beauty through me when time has made me old

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My Inspiration….the mind

My Topic….Beauty

My Opinion…Stated

How could I forget….

I was there,
I saw what triggered my fingers to relieve the distance that we hadn’t walked before,
sweet sweet smell of flowers I hadn’t received before.

Lies lay still, tomorrow is the day we kiss goodbye my friend,
until the end we shared….a simple wish,

to be happy…
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How could I forget,
It was the music we shared,
the Truth that brought love to enjoy moments like this,

How could I forget,
I was caught in a thought between your eyes and your smile,
not hearing any sound for a while,

How could I forget,
the split second of attraction that made me weak,
your laugh that excited me and your joke that was just not funny

How could I forget that in all this…
my hopes of seeing you in the same light will fade away because for a moment…
I was lost and you were….young

Inspiration…..moments like this

Topic…..time

Opinion….stated

The unseen journey in their hands….

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Walking side by side, hand in hand they enjoy the world together once more like they did all those years before. From the outside, it appears as if these frail beings hold one another for the physical support. It’s only with their eyes can they see that time and patience has preserved love that saw sparks ignite in the hours of midnight. Truly he cannot relinguish his grip from hers, fearing that the beauty which once cradled his grieving chest would leave foot steps echoing in an empty hallway. The fear triggers a familiar sense of self afflicted lonliness governed by his self desire for a touch, a squeeze and money in the night breeze. *CLINK* *CLINK* The sound of  fluid running through the pipes and releasing itself onto a stained coffee cup. Dinner for one…again. Continue reading “The unseen journey in their hands….”