Don’t call me pretty.

I am not a delicate
Rose to be plucked
At your fleeting desire.

𝘕𝘰.

I am
Visceral
Venomous
Vibrant.

I am not a willow
Bending in the time
Of your gusts.
A pastel shade
Of pink, meant to be
Seen, but not noticed.

𝘕𝘰.

Don’t you realize?

𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦.

The sun is shining
And I see two friends taking pictures in front of a beautiful yellow leaved tree
I see a man singing and playing guitar far away
I see a traveler sitting on a bench in peace
I see friends sharing a game
And a young family walking
I hear the birds singing
And the water floating
The leaves bright red and yellow and orange

I feel bliss and connection and freedom and happiness
And peace
And the profound connection almost brings me to tears
And these are the things I stayed here for
These are the moments I live a life for

I want to be lost in the sea of people
And stick to the membranes inside your skull

Beautiful, in the morning.
Beautiful, at night.
You are just beautiful in my life.

I doubt any star could make you shines so bright.

Because you are beautiful in the evening.
Beautiful, at midnight.
You are just beautiful in my eyes.

I doubt there is one word that fits you more.

Beautiful, when you walk.
Beautiful, when you sleep.
You are beautiful even more than I speak.

I doubt anyone could love you more.

You that daisy.
You that rose.
You that diamond that shines more and more.

You are just so beautiful to me.

Paper faces and silicone smiles-
Where’d you get that mask, little girl?
Looks an awful lot like

me.

To worship the beauty
and all that's good
splendor
of delicate
electricity
and wonders
of sparkling
oceans

depths of constant
survey
and vibrations
of the higher,
for all this
that consciousness
of the
fruitful

ascend into new
plains
where the
metaphysical
is all there is
a beautiful understanding
and embracing
of your control
over reality

bring forth your new era,
one of abundance
and success
let this grace guide you
a delicate bridle
of truth