What I see in YOU...?

I see the eternal existence in YOU
I see the entire cosmos in YOU
I see the olamic macrocosm in YOU
I see the eternity and universe in YOU
I see the everlasting wildness in YOU
I see the aeon creation in YOU
I see the ageless world in YOU
I see a natural state in YOU
I see the essence of galaxy in YOU
I see the ecology and environment in YOU
I see the glorious landscapes in YOU
I see all the elements of composition in YOU
I see the skies, moon, stars, sun, clouds in YOU
I see the ocean, river, streams, rain, dew drops in YOU
I see the animals, birds, bees, marine life in YOU

I see your inner light, your psyche, your divine
I see soul, I see spirit, I see LOVE in YOU
I see what father could not see your inspiration to BE
I see what mother could never see the "REAL YOU"
I see miracle, magic, mystic and mysterious in YOU
I see what YOU too could not see in YOU

I see in YOU what no one else ever has,
Ever can or could ever see in YOU

I stare in the mirror
and nothing is right.

well not for me.

Girls tell me how
blessed
I am to have these curves,
and they don't realize
that I would give them up
in a second.

Boys don't have
*******,
slim shoulders,
delicate figures,
doe eyes,
or anything that I have.

I want to look in the mirror
and see the person that I truly am
staring back
at me.

But I'm stuck looking at
a small girl
that everyone says is
*pretty

Once Upon A Time
There was a princess who was deemed
most beautiful of them all.

She didn’t want the title,
and the title didn’t want her.
For she never felt beautiful.

Her hair hit her waist,
a burden.

Her eyelashes were too long,
a flashy comment.

Her figure was an hourglass,
a shame.

Her dresses were too tight,
a misleading statement.

The title told her to talk to the witch,
and she would know what to do.

So the princess ran to a small cottage,
to find a striking young man looking at her.

He was what the princess wanted to be.
For he was a boy, and she was stuck as a girl’s body.

“Please help me not be the most beautiful,”
the princess pleaded, offering everything she owned.

The witch looked down at her, but smiled softly.
“Are you wishing to be a prince?”

The teenage girl nodded, pleading to be so through a candle.
The hatred for her body was too much to handle.

So with a snap,
on the floor there was a handsome young chap.

He looked at himself in the mirror,
and began to cheer.

His hair was short,
a blessing.

His eyelashes were stubby,
a subtle touch.

His figure shaped as a box,
a boost in self-esteem.

His clothes fit just right,
a statement right for him.

“Prince, Jasper, must go on ahead,”
with a smile the witch said
turning into a beautiful woman.

The prince smiled brightly without vain,
not having to hear the old name.

“Thank you, for your acceptance.  This was vital,”
the young prince said before yearning a new title.

The kindest prince to ever live.

what i only knew
was that

i was residing
after the edge
of a cliff--
and i was
already
falling
for you

and i finally
conversed the voice
of my heart
bravely
afraid
and yet
fearfully
brave

but then i saw
your eyes
the half moons
were unevident
the sparkle
was nowhere
to be found

i left
before you
and my tears
were not falling
but my heart
fell
and shattered
when i knew
the answer
to my confession

when you looked
blankly
at me

when you didn't
catch up
with me

when i had
the courage
to kiss you
and you didn't
kiss back

*and then
i knew
that
i shouldn't
have fallen
for you

Directly related to gravity is the principle of escape velocity. Escape velocity is what we call the speed that an object must travel away from the planet or satellite to free itself from the gravitational pull. The stronger the pull of gravity, the more speed that is required for the object to free itself. Conversely, the weaker the pull of gravity, the less speed that is required to be released from a gravitational pull. The escape velocity for an object on Earth is about 25,200 miles per hour. It would be easier on the moon, which has an escape velocity of 5,355 miles per hour.*

I don't remember when I started to fall for for you.
I don't remember when your arms started to pull me, holding me close like it was the gravity keeping you to this earth. You held on to me like I was the only reason you were still here. I used to think I was the reason for your existence.

I don't know what truth is anymore but I remember it was you who made me feel this way.

You told me once that you couldn't imagine being without me.
You told me that that I was more than just the sun who kept your days bright. I was the moon who stayed with you on the coldest of nights.

You pushed me back and gripped my hands and you didn't let me go.

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I don't know if you remember any of this.
I don't know if you remember the moments we've shared or the secrets we've kept.

Oh, the tears we've shed.

I don't know if you care.
I don't know if you've ever cared at all.

I told myself it's nothing.
I told myself that I'm better off without you.  

Oh, the tears I've shed.

It's been two years.
My heart no longer mourns for you yet I still can't help but wonder when I will ever be free from your orbit. I don't know if I'll ever be strong enough to face it, to face you.

What I do know is that I want to escape.
I want to be free.
I will be strong.
I *will be free

I know who I am.
I know what I want.
Knowing is enough for me.

this is a page about how you broke her bones brutally.
blinding her days into the darkness she couldn’t settle for a stand.
“this is your sin.”
love was great,
love was strong.
but,
she felt small and very alone.
she has been good with broken things.
she is a big bang of catastrophe, an eruption of God’s tears.
if you just didn’t promise, she was whole without your shadow.
a promise is a sin.
and there is a sea of promises bare of thunderstorm needs to be nurtured because she has been damaged with your bona fide lies.
a dudgeon.
her voice is hoarse, a singer of your sobriquet name.
nights are no absolution and her cries are getting softer.
she wanders aimlessly to the 12 am's.
for her, this is exactly what death looks like.
a midnight snack and frozen story with her bedroom’s wall.
she locked herself in a funeral she called a slumber.
your love was a fanciful story, but one night away from the present time.
“this is your sin, and now she’s a sinner.”
she has been fragile and your love was boastfulness.
she was a rose and you brought her wrong.
this time, it’s her period of middlescence.
maybe you love her but your goodbye was more intimate on her guessing mind.
she was no longer a human, nor ghost in your grasp.
she is a belle of disaster.
but a million miles away,
you will beg her to come back home.
and missing her will be the only thing you need to shrive.
she has struggled to pluck your name and deep in the ground up you know she will.
and you expect her to be whole for your bathos tub.
the riot forms within your lungs,
and you had enjoyed as a fabulist to her.
she was your joke and games.
she's altering your lies into poetry.
her dictums soon to be as soft as the dusk teaches her tenderness.
to tame the seas inside her,
you have to tame her kingdom with thousands of armor.
and her Lord listens to her prayer.