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Portrait of my own Unique Beauty
If what you see in the mirror is ugly, then consider this: chances are you’re comparing your own unique beauty to what, for your entire life, you’ve been programmed to believe is beautiful.
And what is beauty anyways?
Margaret Wolfe Hungerford said, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
And isn’t that true? Yes or no, in more instances than not beauty is subjective. In fact, I’d go even further to say that beauty manifests itself in infinite ways other than what the eye can see.
As a photographer with a fond admiration for women and men alike I can honestly say that I have taken countless photographs and manipulated them to appeal to the mass collective of what is to be considered quote on quote “beautiful.”
Hypocrite. No, I think not. I never claimed they were beautiful but simply did my job in a way that my superior agreed was aesthetically pleasing.
A wrinkle here, a crows foot there, deleted.
Nobody has ever died from a portrayal of beauty, right?
Wrong. Though I’m not an extremist so there are many factors to consider, all of which yes, I agree, may seem like a bit of a cop out or excuse not to hold oneself accountable for taking what is and transforming it into something less natural.
But this isn’t about my career choice or eye in which I behold.
This is about you and that “ugly” reflection in the mirror.
You are not ugly, you simply aren’t. You are you, and you are beautiful.
Those who claim to seek perfection, well, they’re only trying to fill a void. And it’s a bottomless pit because like beauty, perfection is ultimately subjective.
While I sit here and delve deeper into thought, I watch a mother and daughter walk by my window. The mother is flapping her arms as graceful as she can. The child looks to her mother and understands she is trying her best.
In the end all that we can do is try our best to love ourselves enough to fully accept the unique beauty of another.
Any other judgement is of which we have been programmed to believe.
It’s taken a very long while to believe in myself and I willingly admit that each day is a slow progression to further acceptance of my own unique beauty.
If someone tells you you’re not beautiful, that’s their loss.
And I hope the next mirror that you face looks back in your direction as the child looks with grace and marvels at the perfection of her mother’s love.
Wild Beauty
She watched him rage
with the rapid tide
like an oil painting
left to dry,
each stroke was wild
beauty, behind
him boats full throttle
calm as the horizon.
95 miles
All I know is what I see
And what I see is
Indescribable
Blurring beauty
Engorge us as we drive
95 miles per hour
To Las Vegas
this morning’s shower.
Without even knowing
her beauty wash’s over me
while I listen to her sing
from this morning’s shower.
Tell me a story
There’s a part of me
that see’s this all clearly
like a child standing in a crowd
there’s really only one way out.
What is it that you see
it’s fine to disagree
why if the world’s mine oyster please
forgive me for the lack of belief.
I had this faith in you
I thought you had it too
how many smiles does it take to show
the unhappiness we grew to know.
Do you take this hand
would you understand
lighting matches just to prove you could
did it ever do you any good?
Tell me a story, one without love, cause it’s taken me for granted so many times—enough.
There’s a part of you
engrained in me now
I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit
it’s a piece I won’t ever regret.
So what’s the point of these prose
and insecurity poems
like a fish needs water to breathe
I guess it really isn’t up to me.
If this is just a passing feeling
I’ll agree to disagree then
watch the sun rise and fall once more
a couple hours then I’ll start the chore.
You see I know my problems
it’s not up to you to solve them
if I go out the Hemingway
like Kerouac first I’ll have my say so
Tell me a story, one without love, cause I’ve taken you for granted so many times—c’mon.
Tell me a story, one without love, cause it’s taken me for granted so many times—enough.
Nothing ever ends like in the movies
Nothing ever ends like in the movies
Neatly wrapped in plastic on display
Be My Valentine reads on the card stock
Words that make no sense any other way
Cause nothing ever ends like in the movies
But still kid you better get on that plane
Let us not discuss this till tomorrow
When all our hopes and dreams have gone away
But if this ever ended like in the movies
Would there be enough common ground for to stay
Two drifters moon river and a corked bottle
This message left inside is what I’d say
Nothing ever ends like in the movies
There’s no black and white beauty light to display
The freedom which keeps us apart together
Are the feelings that make me wish we could stay
But two picture perfect actors in the movies
You know could never make me feel this strange
I Love You has two faces like a coin toss
What I mean is I’ll still love you either way
So I guess some things kind of end like in the movies
People get crossed out and then replaced
Brooklyn we’ll have always in our memories
A feeling that warms my winter heart today
I’m wishing well in vain.
Take this pill
another one
you’ll see tomorrow
the rising sun
it washes over
everyone
regardless of their creed.
If I sang to you
in metaphor
or parable
I must implore
the meaning that
your searching for
exists only in faith.
So sure yeah I’ll
take half a drag
if you could promise
no aftermath
you’re a stupid kid
if you think that
anyone’s playing for keeps.
We called it love
but it was more
her beauty filled
my eyes with warmth
the tears that spill
are evermore
like leaves on the fall breeze.
If I told you once
I’d tell you twice
it’s meaningless
yeah my advice
it’s hogwash still
I swill it down
like champagne I am cheap.
There’s no reason to hang your head
Or spend all day in your bed
Because some things you can’t change
No matter what nothing is sane
No regret is meaningless
I mean the thought alone is evidence
That people never change
No matter how near or far away
And Ritalin works wonders for
The child who must be ignored
If the class is to progress
There’s no time to spare in jest
At first it feels like an accident
Then tragedy cranes her neck
It’s a problem you can’t solve
Because there’s nothing to be solved
Nobody gets quite what they deserve
A coin toss isn’t so absurd
If your winning it makes sense
If not you up your bet
You know that feeling in your head
The one that tells you you’re ahead
Before the obvious is said
Before the obvious is said
So
Take me with
a grain of salt
the shaker’s spilled
on everyone
who’s ever lost
or ever won
the menu’s all the same.
And I’ll take it now
for what it’s worth
this death I feel
as a rebirth
now everyone
I ever hurt
I’m wishing well in vain.
the great vast cosmos
What a beauty
is the moon
my moon to be exact
as there are many moons
though tonight
under a starless sky
it is only I
Christian and Jayce
navigating
the great
vast cosmos
naked &
alive
Her beauty
Her beauty was ultimately marred
by my incessant need for her beauty.
I wished to tell her she need not try so hard,
though knew this to be, ultimately futile.
I even coaxed her with a juicy red apple once,
just to slow her down.
But she explained fairly how she didn’t like apples,
or huntsman, but preferred mirrors
because they spoke to her in words
that were not forced but honest.
She looked at me and asked, is it so hard for a frog to see her beauty could never have the power to transform anything more than its own fading?
And that no kiss could stop time,
that fairy tales are real, but only the Grimm ones.
Let me show you, she said, and taking my lips in hers, sweet like berries
I watched her turn to dust through the stained glass light of morning.
Words Of An Average White Male 