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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
frostbittenmy fragmented bones are
chipping away and you stutter
that it wasn’t your fault
and i'm wondering if the
crystal frost on your eyelids has plagued
if the warm beating of your pulse has
disintegrated into the moon's
eternal curse of never letting
Stepseach step we take together
is noted down in the book of universe
each breath you take beside me
is counted and measured
there are only as many kisses to spare
there are only as many touches to share
one day I will abandon you one day you will forget
and our paths will never cross again
I wait patiently for the day
I speak hurtful words just so it comes sooner
but then again why do I even care when the world
is all but a stage to fill for a while
to scream on it and die and fight till the audience
anounces the winner
and you smile and cry and blush and it all complicates
everything contradicts any plan I could have made
so that I am the victor so that nothing but I emerges
from within the ruin
darling you will be the death of me
and I will die craddling you
having the last laugh
that's as hollow as the devil's heart
the little mermaid(s)we were breathing underwater
exhaling and inhaling,
the first time we'd learned how to
this was the underwater ruin
that was balancing our names
on the fringe of its star-studded tongue,
our fingers spread apart
in a million particles of ocean dust--
and her freckles were splattered
across her face like acrylic
this was our beginning.
her hips were bending and flipping
through the breaking waves like she had
and i thought about the pillaging pearls of
water that escaped her mouth when
we piroutted together beneath
the ripples of the ocean's body
(which, was practically aligned with
how much longer would we survive
before we ran out of air?
Just wanted you to knowTo me you are the most amazing thing, like the sun!
You shine so bright and you never dim until you go down.
You are my flower that I will care for.
And yet even though you tell me to go to sleep I can't. Because I love you too much.
When I talk to you I feel as if I've been injected with morphine because I feel so calm.
When I feel as if I've made you angry I feel every bone in my body fracture.
When you tell me you cry I can't help but do the same.
Its coming to Christmas soon.
And your the only Christmas I need.
And you are all I need.
I can't wait to hug you.
I can't wait to kiss you.
But there's more.
You're laugh lifts me up.
Your smile is like being confronted by diamonds.
Your hair is just simply. Fluffy.
Your eyes shine like stars.
And I promise on Christmas Eve I will stay up to talk to you. All night for me but all day for you.
All I want is you to be happy!
Because your happiness means everything to me.
Your the most beautiful thing to me.
Thought I'd just let you kno
When We Dancewhen we dance
for both the very first and last time
I feel like crying
raking my hands up and down
your willing body I know we will
be like this after today
for I know happy endings
are not meant for pairs like you and me
each time I see your smile hear your laughter
when I feel your heat slipping in-between our clasped
silhouettes my hand grasping at your hair playfully
I know this is the beginning
and the end
all in one
once and for all
I know it is indeed better for us both to part ways
to keep dreaming instead of acting on the feelings
buried deep underneath all of our daily problems
expectations of this pitiful life
that has to be spent alone
it is better for you to run away from me
as much as
it is acceptable for me not to look you in the eye
when I feel your back and throat
when your voice resonates deep within me
as you say
you love me
and I cannot swallow the bitter lump filling my throat
chemistrynitrogen is essential for all living
and i'm wondering if you're my
if i can just live off of you.
denial can be quite romantiche told her, "i like you better with your makeup off,"
as he hooked the hair that fell awkwardly in front of her face
over the red tips of her nearly frostbitten ears
"so there's a moment when you don't like me much at all?"
she said jokingly, her smile lighting up the living room
brighter and warmer than the fireplace that was alight in the corner
he laughed at her joke, and held her closer to his chest
because he knew that these sort of things don't last forever
since even the highest mountains come crashing down eventually
and she's prepared for the fall, she has a checkered history
full of betrayals and lying, whether it is the one done
with the mouth or the one down on soft beds and cramped backseats
so they enjoy the moment, and go through the motions
passionate and intimate, letting their bodies intertwine
and become one, vulnerable for just a brief, fleeting moment
but when the deed is done and they lie on opposite sides of a
cold and enormous bed, will they think about who the
Happy Birthday Darlinghappy birthday to you my darling
on this your day of birth
such special splendor this day now holds
for your birth brought into being such wonder
such magnificence personified in You
my heart excels and sparkles with knowledge
that you are in this old world making it so much better
I toast to you and tip my hat in honor of you today
Helena my darling muse on this your special day
my respect and love goes out across far oceans
to lay at your feet on this day of your birth
I honor you on this day and find happiness
that I have come to know you Helena
for the world is a large place
and the fact that I met you
fills me with the charm of good luck
love and joyous celebrations!!!!
Lazy Afternoonyou are so beautiful just like you are
no need for any superfluous gestures
tonight your warm touch is all I ask for
your neck your knees
your toes your back
so smooth and yet elegantly arched forward
I do not want to be selfish in this pleasure of mine
and as your voice whispers invitingly in my ear
and as your softly smiling face looks back at me
I know that we are two sides of the same coin
found after so many years of a seemingly incurable void
with the music resonating through our room
I am sure everything will be more than fine tonight
and perhaps we will find a place for us both in the world
ready to murder and strip us from anything that we love
if we are not careful enough and do not mind each step we take
be my muse tonight darling and let me make you immortal
as we kiss and sculpt each other and the poem
is the only witness that I ever knew you
that you ever cared and that we did find each other
in this vast and yet fucked-up universe
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
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