her raven hair was torn away, splattered red.
morning quite subdued, with happiness glowing blues.
gentle touches, sweet kisses.
the beauty of natural things are far more powerful than the illusion of greatness.
beauty unseen withered away.
i’m cold. but, eventually, i start to see.
quiet beauty blooms closest to us.
human life is scarily fragile.
the coming of age,a cocoon of safety dissipated,and to the air,wrought with danger and beautyintertwined,the butterfly bursts forth,vibrancy and energyentering maturation
what is unique to others,they despise,strange aliensthey attempt to torture. what is success to others,they put downas failuresand attributeto false attributes. what is beauty to others,they scoff,and paint tarover gleaming porcelain. what is happiness to others,they covertheir eyes from the brightnessthey will neverhaveand can onlyenvy. poem came from inspiration from Coldplay’s upcoming release on FridayContinue reading “to others, to them”