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Make-up powers by ErinamisDear Livejournal,
Mom has put on lipstick for the first time in, say, ten years. She asked me for help since she was a little bit indecisive. What colour do you think suits me better, Katie?, she asked. On the table, two different tonalities: pink salmon and red cherry. We ended up choosing the pink one, as it seemed a more natural tone. According to someone I watched on tv a few days ago, day-time make-up must be used in order to be found almost imperceptive; it should act as a coverer for all our imperfections. Hence my mothers concern on the whole lipstick issue: New Yorks air pollution had sucked the vigour out of her lips, turning them pale and empty, non-attractive. Not pretty for a future secretary; that is, if she gets the job.
Before putting on lipstick, we started looking at other imperfections. Skin: looked fine to me (she always had a peach-like skin), but mom insisted she should improve it as well. Then, the eyes followed; hers are hazel so she put
Her face by Iscariot-PriestIts the small changes you never notice. Sunday papers shrinking font size, Bovril made with yeast extract, your girls new highlights. The petty changes.
After 5 years looking at her from the corner of my eye, youd think I would notice the change.
It was on an indistinct Monday morning that I paused long enough to notice. Must have stopped to get a cig, or answer a call. Like I said, it was an indistinct Monday. Suddenly, her face was different. Different is not quite the word more like gone. Her face was gone. In her stead was a 20-something indistinct blonde.
Would you like something, sir?
One of the store staff had come to shoo-away the crazed looking man (I imagine I looked crazed).
1937-2008 by Elixir1881937-His eyes lingered on a chubby, smooth face that was clearly starring at him. Filled with great curiosity, he cautiously approached this petite stranger. As he went closer so did the stranger. They stared into each others eyes. Funny, he had the same eye color as him, which was hazel, with a tinge of red.
The stranger had smooth, rosy cheeks. His face was quite plump. It made you wanted to pull his cheeks and shake it. His eyes. They were big as light bulbs. Blackish fluffs were on top of his head. He smiled at this foreigner, and the foreigner smiled back at him. Showing plain, pinkish gums with no sign of teeth, just yet. This strange person was eerily the same height as him. He raised his little, chubby hand, and touched the reflection. He giggled at the sight of himself. He waved, so did his reflection. He then had enough, to which leads his lips to tremble, screwing up his face and let a loud wail.
After all, he was just a baby.
1944-A dry crackled, brownish mud li
The Face We HoldHer face stands beautiful and strong. Her radiant skin rises and falls in elegant curves natural and free, exquisite and real. This genuine beauty seems hard to find save those that remain true the way God intended them to be.
Yet through her beauty, you see her pain. Her wounds show the reality of a never-ending, unwanted abuse. You see the truth and look again, closer this time examining every inch of her surface. Scars cover her once beautiful skin. The dents and bumps supply evidence of a painful past.
You notice the spots hard to catch, but evident. The new material used to fix this surface is cheap and falsely imitates what was once perfect.
The earth continues to take the abuse pushed on her, silent and still save the days nature helps her to take revenge with its deadly forces; hurricanes and floods; tornadoes and earthquakes.
I am You by whoopsydaisiesI am you
You are me
Let me be
Set me free
I am you
You with stain
Feel my pain
See no gain
I am you
You are joy
Not a toy
Nor a ploy
I am you
You with soul
Past the wall
Let me fall
I am you
You are love
Love is you
I am Love.
This Face by Queen-of-MarigoldHow can I describe him, the one who is short-lived and yet eternal, he who is reborn each year?
I might begin at the face, for it is here that emotion lives and the soul may be read. In the deep, wise eyes that have seen the birth and growth of the world. In the skin lined by both smiles and tears. In the mouth, quick to curl in a smile and laughter, quick to tighten in anger.
In those eyes we drown. In those eyes, we are the mouse in the cat's jaws. We are a toy boat in rapids, a storm-tossed gull. We are small and beautiful, children watched carefully as they play and war.
In that skin we can see the passage of the years - the watermark of flood, the crevasse of drought, the desolace and regrowth of fire. We see sun-brown, rain-cleansed flesh the very image of our own. In this skin we may see our own mortality, in the lines that gather with age only to smooth, at last, in the final slumber.
In this mouth, the words of creation were formed, and from it shall the judgement fires pour.
faces have no emotions-femketjSome faces have no emotions
You stare, and never tend to stop
The heart is aching, your eyes are dead
Nothing expresses anything at all
Are you even alive?
Cry to me, hate me, scream
But you dont, you cant
Can you love me
Even though your soul is lifeless
And your face has no emotions?
A Shadowed Soldier-Jaded-JinxxA Shadowed Soldier;
Friday, Feburary, 22nd, 2008, 6:28 AM.
I could barely see your face
Past the shadowed casted clouds
Your lips are all I could make out
With hands so rough
You stood inches away
Not even able to show yourself
I could tell by the detail
Of your hands
That you've been through
Hell and back
But you're still moving forward
You're a father, you're a son, you're a man
But you are scared,
Just like everyone else
It's as if you were so afraid
I would catch a good glimpse
Of your hidden eyes
And see into your soul
From what I could make out
Your lips have parted many times
But have not yet spoken
Any drop of the truth
Your hair covered
Most of your appearance
Like a blanket
That so happens
To be your safety net
The scars on your cheek
Have told me many things
They have told me that
You're a warrior, a soldier, a hero
They're telling me
That you need to let go
Of the ties that bend
And break you
The rope is getting thin,
I will bring you back to life
"Why are you so sca
Le Visage by SkysongMA I was born today. It was different for everyone. Some screamed with travail; for others, I slipped into the world quietly and sweetly. But all of them looked me in the eye and recognized my coming. Many of them smiled; many of them sobbed. None were truly indifferent.
I looked different to everyone who looked upon me. I am the face of your lover, imprinted on your heart where I can never be forgotten. I am the face of your dearest friend, smiling and wishing you all the best. I am the face of your worst enemy, telling you that I am the end of everything you know. I am young, I am old, I am become death. My face is change.
Someday I will become someone that everyone accepts. Events will shape perceptions, and perceptions will lead to conclusions. I will be told what I am to the world: how I have affected the economy, politics, the world I live in, and people will decide if they love me or hate me.
But for now, I am whatev
DiscreetWhat I miss most is not the sex
but the moments that slipped quietly by
like brushing our teeth together
in matching pajamas, you turning
to me and saying, pasty foam
running down your chin,
“You know what love is?
Love is being stupid together.”
aphrodite had her brutal lovers.my books listen to my 3am whispers and absorb my tears.
their creases fold like mine and bookmark old affairs-
but leave me hanging like drapes on the broken bed posts.
every fire-ridden song comes with ghosts.
they make sweet love to my ears, treasure me;
but they tend to do their time and leave, sting like a bee.
a temporary fill-- like a one-night stand
but like many things, their aftereffects may come unplanned.
coffee was the bad boy; entoxicating like a drug.
snuck him in at midnight, he was one bad thug.
he kept me up all night and made me scream-
but for the record, he was a bitter teenage dream.
speaking of dreams, is sleep not pure bliss?
the darkness gives me the best goodnight kiss.
it wraps me up as if to keep me safe in it's heat-
only to /burn/ me at the fucking stake, my nightmares uncomplete.
whisper, sweet prince, i'm delirious.
but fuck, handsome, let's be serious.
i'm running out of words to describe my feelings--
bargaining with the devil, basking in his dealings.
Cher, Ex Amant[Dear, ex lover]
Cher, ex amant
I promise to get rid of the poems
you’ve written for me,
to forget the late night talks we’ve shared,
And marry a man that will care.
I’ll give my heart to him,
The way I was never able to give it to you,
and when I have a daughter,
I promise to look at the innocence in her eyes,
Hold on to her naivety.
When she falls in love
And gets her heart broken,
I’ll write strength down her spine,
fill it with independence
while whispering your name in my pillow.
If she asks me what I said,
I’ll tell her that I know how it feels
to love someone so much
that it feels as if your heart might burst.
I’ll tell her that she needs to be strong,
to ignore the acidic butterfly in her stomach,
that feels as if they want to rip out
and fly away.
white/shadowwhite/shadow 3/7/14 ©
there is such eloquence suffused into your skin
the tips of my fingers trail skeins of poetry as they glide
over the succulent and luscious curves of your body.
you are a kind of redemption to me
you exist in a place beyond even the most
of my intricate and esoteric words
and words are one of my mightiest magicks
something I was both born to and spent years honing
you are ineffable…
though I certainly try.
how can I speak
either of the radiance of your reluctant smile
or of the incandescent and fierce joy
that dawns across my face when I so much as think of you?
the algorithm of fractals
written into the deepest fabrics of life
perhaps can come close to the definition
of the ways in which you and I are interwoven,
the strains of the most glorious symphony
can perhaps but begin to evoke the ecstatic state
we share as our skin brushes against one another.
you are an exponential, logarithmic catalyst
to the actions I already take
upon my o
Lost Within YouI found you, distraught and a disaster, wild red hair
baggy t-shirts and jeans covered in paint I knew I loved you
from the minute our eyes met at that concert, our souls resonated
together in unison that night, I did everything I could in my power to help
put you back together, and to lead you to the light, it consumed my
soul like wildfire, the potential that I saw a small seed within
you, I wanted to see it blossom and flourish to spring to life,
the amazing woman that I saw within you hidden beneath
layers of sorrow and sadness it was exhausting and
frustrating so many times over but I loved you
unlike any other, so I pushed through and I
never let go, no matter how crazy our
love got, it was our crazy love, I
never dreamed that in the end
we would walk separate
ways after five long
years, never did I
dream I could
In the end you found your way, your potential
blossomed into the fullness that I always knew was
possible, and in the end it was your steps and your h
The Taste of PoetryYou taste like poetry.
Lips like Frost's road less traveled.
Eyes like Longfellow's days of sunshine.
You smell like autumn and summer;
the scent of changing leaves in your hair,
the sweetness of blue skies in your face.
You sound like a storm.
Voice soft as rain against the windows,
words rolling like thunder through dreams.
You remind me of red.
Your moods are cerise blooming flowers.
Your warmth glowing like coals.
Half An InchYour lips are half an inch from mine, and still it’s not enough
Your breath is here upon my own, but I don’t want to stop
You pull me somewhat closer, your hands upon my hips
And half an inch is halved again, I can no longer breathe
Your hand is running up my back, resting on my neck
I feel your fingers in my hair, and still it’s not enough
Hesitating seconds more, and eons seem to pass
Waiting still while feeling you, and I want more to come
This distance growing shorter still, while my desire sears
Your lips are touching mine, yet only brushing them
I’m begging you to kiss me, but can’t say it aloud
Just feeling your soft mouth, a hint of mint inside
My body, tip to toe, is screaming for this kiss,
My soul about to burst and I want you to know
Finally, after lifetimes pass, you pull me even closer
Your upper lip is parting mine, I let the fire burn
Your tongue finds mine, embraces mine, it plays and hungers deeper
As you kiss me, I lapse deeper, fa
The Search of LoveIt's just another day
To be alive on this world
It's just another opportunity
To find the one you're searching for
The task seems almost impossible
After years looking, you losing hope
It is the warmth of love
That you have been searching for
Inside of your apartment, you are
Away from the loneliness of the cold atmosphere
You look at the window
Wishing for someone to be with you
Time is pressuring you
The search must move on
You can't think of dying alone
There's someone waiting out there
Waiting for you, to hold you
There's someone searching for love
And he's looking for you, just you
As you walk in the soft white snow
You feel that someone is close
Your heart says and your mind wants to show
That you got nothing to lose
The one is coming for you
The prince in his fine white horse
Is coming to the rescue
And save you from Solitude
He knows that you are close by
And he is calling for you
There's someone waiting out there
Waiting for you, to hold you
Hard to PhraseYou put yourself out there consistently, trying to do the right thing, though you're not sure what that is.
You wear a mask, to satisfy an incessant need to appease and lie, though it corrupts you, and at the same time heals others.
You lick your wounds, and lament your situation, all the while proud of your morals, the same ones that keep you down.
Fail and you will live again, but to what avail? To what holy grail will you aspire once you realize you have no desires? For who do you live, and for that matter, for who do you die?
It shows judgment, it shows grace, the way I lied right to your face.
I don't know how I will prevail, but all I know is I must not fail.
Yet if redemption tastes like ice, I know distance I'll despise.
Suddenly my mind grows still, with no more journey left to till,
I sit back with my soul asunder, as the night give way to thunder,
I forget to say goodbye, the tears start streaming down my eyes,
So now I'll face you yet again, with any courage I can apprehend
Facing the Desert...Facing the Desert
Her hair was a dust devil,
matching her eyes when
Arizona. I saw the dust once before,
the wind sending it in circles
to chase its tail like a dog
across the I-10. Coming home
I want to spit on the yellow grass
until she comes back.
(The smell of rain is a cousins wedding
that I go to yearly only to remember
they still exist.)
The rain died
her hair darker,
as the dust grew red.
The streetlights blur
and I trace her cheekbone along the light poles
as the rain gets heavier.
The water hide
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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