I want to be beautiful.
Flipping through photographs
I look at myself, three years ago.
A quick glance in the mirror
I feel the determination.
Flipping through photographs
I look at myself, three years ago.
I want to be beautiful.
Scared souls point fingers at the media
But don’t think to point a finger at each other.
I derive mental pleasure
Airiness.
I give myself praise
For the first baby-step
The hardest phase.
I derive physical pleasure
Emptiness.
Let me surpass my dreams
Let me feel myself melting beneath the sun.
I want to be beautiful.
Flipping through photographs
I look at myself, today.
A quick glance in the mirror
I’m well on the way.
Flipping through photographs
I look at myself, today.
I want to be beautiful.
Author notes
I know it's sort of chopping in the middle, it's not what I intended, but that's how it's going to be.
This is a personal poem - but I also wrote it (I now realize) in a form, which disguises the true topic behind. It's not exactly being beautiful, that's a portion, but it's not the big picture. It's a diesease.
Written January 17th, 2004
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brilliant
beautiful poem -
This is a wonderful poem, Noelani... "Let me surpass my dreams / Let me feel myself melting beneath the sun". This is a wonderful expression of the waves and rollercoasters life takes us on. Our experiences mark us, but our responses to these experiences are what mold us.
-Heather -
i know exactly what you mean... i too long for the feeling of being beautiful i hope your dream come true.
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