A world through beauty

It’s because you aren’t perfect and you cry because you know it

But then when they tell you you’re beautiful enough times

you start to believe it..

and then you see it.

And seeing your own beauty is like gazing into another world. Because your view of the world changes when you see it through your beauty. A beauty that you believe in.

and thus you believe in the world that you now tread in.

and happily live in it because you are now in it.

 

 

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A door to a secret passage

I tried to open something new
A new window to bring in fresh air
A door to a secret passage
That can lead to anywhere

I found a room full of fake and real trinkets

I was stupid enough
To take something back
A gift for me to remember
Or theft for me to regret

Idk which it is

Science of Shame

It’s shame we seek to understand

But we’re too ashamed

Of societal reprimand

So we go on forward

Ignoring it until it burns a hole

Forgetting that shame

Is a chemical

And can become lethal

When mixed with the heat

Of ego

Until it explodes

And harms others more

Than it harmed you

Wishful thinking

Why do we keep dreaming knowing it’ll never be

No expectations yet holding these wishes to a higher degree

Walking around with thoughts whirling round and round turning the world upside down

From limitless skies and otherworldly realms to dark dreary days serving as the graveyard of fun, folly, and plays

Like life and death itself

The end of a wishful thought is a death where the steady stream of hope and happiness comes to a sudden stop

And suddenly,  the heart feels old and fattened

Like it’s been overfed with scrumptious fats but no energy nor real benefit comes

Except that its joy was only as long as it lasted, and suddenly it left like a parasite,

Leaving the body like burdened baggage.

Are these dreams ravenous parasites?

Sirens of the imagination, mystifying you until you catch your breath

And fall back onto your feet

With reality speeding past you with a steady momentum

Is this when thoughts become things, and reveal their true nature?

That indeed, you’re not worthy of such imageries, rather let it be enough that you can even witness a mirage

Something’s wrong

I’ve been pitifully hurting

Ive been mercilessly thirsty

Feeling suddenly alone-

what I see-

is this what they’ve all been shown

is this how they’ve been grown

to live in the sin of beatless hearts

is this how they grow

is this all they know

or do they see something under

the moonless glow

Why do i see

something else that I feel

a language that seems

no translation can make clear

even if all the seas were made into ink

and sea salt dried into sculptures and formations

displaying the story of my emotions

it will still not be clear

because there are two arguments here

from two different places

one of many faces

and mine of a single motivation

just one

and thus

I am alone

and they are many

with many faces

and many reasons

King of Fools gold

A king with all of the wealth in the world

All of the power and might

But with empty seats at his meeting table

No servants grooming  his silk horses at the stables

All chefs have left the kitchens and butchery 

Imperial carpets are void of eyes in awe

Jewels lay incased with keys in their locks

No threat of skinny pickpocket in fingers 

Nor mastermind thieves loitering by the tall pillars

The king pleads.. Oh assassin, just pick me!

And his voice echoes back, in the same high note of desperation, growing ever faint into the wallowing air. 

He has the prestige and gems, but an empty heir. 

The assassin is not  interested in the arrogant ruler of fools gold.