What is beauty?
An ideal stuffed down our throats,
That makes us scrutinise reflections
To trace every single flaw and imperfection in our very being?
I've long since stopped searching for beauty in the mirror,
It was a loosing battle, no mater what empty compliments were spat my way.
Instead I've come to think of beauty as freedom,
As liberation from the shackled thoughts of society,
And it's come to mean so much.... more.
Beauty isn't in the angular curves of malnourished models,
The photoshopped perfection of tabloid queens.
No.
Beauty is in muted sunsets,
Colours thrown up as homage to a whispered day,
Cradles by clouds and wisps of white.
Beauty is in the moments that make you itch for a pen,
A brush, a lens: anything to preserve the moment
In perfect clarity so that you can feel again the breath thieving awe.  
Beauty is in woven fingers and passionate touches,
Love shouted through the twitch of a mouth and the softening of eyes.
Beauty is caught in the second you stop, look up
And dig your nails into a world that spins too quickly,
Seizing every day that flies your way.

even though the air wasn’t real,
you made it feel as if I was breathing.

you left words that felt like glass,
but they were plastic.

I still wonder why would you make me feel
like gold,
when for you I was just something
that  shined.

that was the day I set sail
that was the day I said goodbye
before the day of my shipwreck
before the day I closed my eyes to die

you see
I thought you would miss me
when I set sail
when I left for the sea

and now here I lie
on the ocean floor
waiting for the tide to be kind enough
to wash me up onto the shore

but now I see
I dont know how to make you miss me
because now I know
you never did love me

They tell you to find something to love in every person you meet,
but I took the wrong advice.
I found someone to love everything about.

They tell you, "happiness comes from within"
but I found sanity in all the wrong places,
if your arms were a house I'd be home.

They tell you not to cry when its over,
but to smile at the time you've spent,
so how do I do that when I don't remember how many days it takes to revolve around the sun, because all of my days once revolved around you.

I can't fall in love with strangers, because someone I don't know took my heart.

I am a different person now too, and all I can think about is if we will meet again.

i re-read all the poems i wrote months ago when everything was still okay. i wasn't sad, but my poems were. it's funny to think, how i could always find that little peek hole of darkness even though i was surrounded by lights. you were there with me and it was only a two-days fight, but my words formed a sentence of how we were already strangers. maybe i like to exaggerate things. or maybe we've always been strangers from the start because if not, how could you look away every time i try to say hi? people don't just turn into strangers. we were all made by the same stardust and some of us were destined to meet. or maybe we weren't. i don't know; i wouldn't know. up to this day i still think we are each other's even though we are not anymore and i guess that explains a lot about me, and you, and us. us contains of you and i. we are contained of each other. you still keep my heart in your pocket, and i'll always be the first girl you've ever really loved.

Mother may I tell you the truth?
      That these demons been all haunting my insides.
Mother can I be honest for once?
      Cause the truth seems out of my reach.
Mother How often do you cry for me?
       I know them liquor bottles stopped doing their trick.
Mother why'd it all come out to this?
       Our words still sharp, the scars they left refuse to heal.
Mother tell me when I can come home.
       Winter is coming and I got no more warmth left in me.

You're never fully convinced that you're in love until you've spent most nights fighting the tears that try to fill your eyes and stayed up past midnight thinking of them and spend all day begging for the chance that they could possibly love you as much as you love them. And during those moments your mind convinces your heart love doesnt exist and you lose all hope.
-(c.m.d)