Tell us about everything in life that you find beautiful....
beauty
By IVth Tribulation on June 19th 2009, mid-afternoon.on topic The most beautiful things in life
The most beautiful things in life come in the simply things. Often taken granted for and passed over by day to day routine. The smile of a loved one that is directed towards you. The trail a wrinkle leaves in a pillow that leads to the lips of your one true love as you lay beside them. Her eyes. The smell of rain before it falls from the skies and when it does fall the warmth of her hand holding mine as we enjoy ourselves in the often viewed as bad weather. The flashes of daylight that occur everytime lightning lights up the sky. Beauty can be found in the thought that someone is there and plans of being there, and I plan on doing the same for them, theres beauty found in that thought.
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I Think a Centipede Might Be Lurking Under the Table
By Rhiannan on June 19th 2009, late evening.on topic The most beautiful things in life
honey bees lavender horses land hills so large and green lovely skies love hair fashion shine bugs are gross ew i hope that thing doesn't get on me blah blah blah cake pies yummy food is pretty my hands are thin and pretty in a creepy kind of way potter other countries new places florescent lights busy cities calm country side air planes fairies wings hallow bones skinny bed pillow sleep
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tell me how to twist for you
By LadyAmalthea on June 20th 2009, lunch time.on topic The most beautiful things in life
when i take off my glasses
my eyes seem alien
they look like glowing smoke rings of lazy london fog
i never remember the colour of my lovers' eyes
i never look when i fuck
its in the flesh babe.
dominate me
then i don't have to concentrate on where im going
i'll crawl
fascinated by this bodily harm
focused on your pleasure
but i can't see your face from
way
down
here
please speak
and tell me your speed
your beautiful what else can i do for you?
my eyes seem alien
they look like glowing smoke rings of lazy london fog
i never remember the colour of my lovers' eyes
i never look when i fuck
its in the flesh babe.
dominate me
then i don't have to concentrate on where im going
i'll crawl
fascinated by this bodily harm
focused on your pleasure
but i can't see your face from
way
down
here
please speak
and tell me your speed
your beautiful what else can i do for you?
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Beauty and Pain
By Arabella on June 20th 2009, late at night.on topic The most beautiful things in life
The sunset, if only I had an artistic ability, I would capture it as best as possible. The colors as they blend into each other, every couche de solei unlike the others, every single one unique, ever one slightly melancholy yet beautiful in the extream. Why is it that truly beautiful things both take our breath away and break our hearts? The woods late at night, how wonderful in its loneliness, in its seclusion. Why can't something wonderful and beautiful be and not hurt? Parting is such a sweet sorrow, but why must it be? Why is there pain in the offering? A newborn baby, but there is pain in the eyes of the mother because she knows what her child must face as it grows and matures, because she knows that the innocence will not last... A rainbow breaks eventually. The storm that is magnificent also destroys even as it is beautiful. The lightning streaking down from the sky strikes someone and then they die. His lips touching mine, but come to find out 'tis only a lie.
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rant
By metanoia on June 22nd 2009, the wee hours.on topic The most beautiful things in life
I think about you at times, remembering the
amber glow of your iris
settled on hope and disposition.
I watched the sun sink behind the hills
with the reflection.
you strained your voice
beyond hysterical chatter,
trying to drown out
the demons in my demise
but these hands plucked, thoughtlessly,
at the petals of your honesty
I made sure to water down
the thick honey of your attributes
as to distance this heart
from the adhesion to your own.
I believed once
that humans could love
on sugar-coated words
and chocolate truffles and
coffee
but after you, I opened
these heavy eyes and exposed them
to the salt of
dishonest words
and found that comfort lies in
disembodied feelings,
lighter than paper and weighed down by
commitment.
Sometimes I think about your hands
stroking the palms of your
celluloid dream girl
and curl into the smoke of
extinguished apologies,
hoping that she'll drag you down again.
You see, it's this chaos
that has me smiling inside.
Something about your
fragility always
made my fingers strain harder
to crack your facade
and watch the ego
pool around your feet
I suppose you could say
I find it beautiful.
amber glow of your iris
settled on hope and disposition.
I watched the sun sink behind the hills
with the reflection.
you strained your voice
beyond hysterical chatter,
trying to drown out
the demons in my demise
but these hands plucked, thoughtlessly,
at the petals of your honesty
I made sure to water down
the thick honey of your attributes
as to distance this heart
from the adhesion to your own.
I believed once
that humans could love
on sugar-coated words
and chocolate truffles and
coffee
but after you, I opened
these heavy eyes and exposed them
to the salt of
dishonest words
and found that comfort lies in
disembodied feelings,
lighter than paper and weighed down by
commitment.
Sometimes I think about your hands
stroking the palms of your
celluloid dream girl
and curl into the smoke of
extinguished apologies,
hoping that she'll drag you down again.
You see, it's this chaos
that has me smiling inside.
Something about your
fragility always
made my fingers strain harder
to crack your facade
and watch the ego
pool around your feet
I suppose you could say
I find it beautiful.
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Beauty Isn't What You See
By HolliexCodling on June 22nd 2009, the wee hours.on topic The most beautiful things in life
I hated them. The most beautiful things in life are natural and they took that away, and thats why I hated them. If they had different occupations like a teacher or a waiter I wouldn't mind but they don't. They're tree cutters and thats why I hate them.
It was a friday morning and I was getting ready for school when one of 'them' told me about there new jub, and I was horrified. I dropped my school bag and all my equipment immedietly. They knew i was one of them. One of the kids in that club as they could say, trying to help the environment and telling everyone how important it was to save the environment, but nobody listened and I did try really very hard but still nobody listened. The environment I thought was truly the most beautiful thing in life. I was wrong...
It was a friday morning and I was getting ready for school when one of 'them' told me about there new jub, and I was horrified. I dropped my school bag and all my equipment immedietly. They knew i was one of them. One of the kids in that club as they could say, trying to help the environment and telling everyone how important it was to save the environment, but nobody listened and I did try really very hard but still nobody listened. The environment I thought was truly the most beautiful thing in life. I was wrong...
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The most beautiful thing in life
By AllOverItNow on June 22nd 2009, early evening.on topic The most beautiful things in life
The most beautiful thing in life,
Is the comfort that sinks, from your hand to my hand,
The thrill of your lips burning on mine,
The twist of your fingers, making me moan for more.
Its the taste of your tongue,
And your breath in my ear.
Its the smell coming off of your skin,
Its found in everything you do to me,
That tells me I'm wanted.
Is the comfort that sinks, from your hand to my hand,
The thrill of your lips burning on mine,
The twist of your fingers, making me moan for more.
Its the taste of your tongue,
And your breath in my ear.
Its the smell coming off of your skin,
Its found in everything you do to me,
That tells me I'm wanted.
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Epiphany In The Midst Of Downtown Toronto
By BleedingRain on June 23rd 2009, mid-afternoon.on topic The most beautiful things in life
Epiphany In The Midst Of Downtown Toronto
Wise old man, help me.
I am caught between two times
First young, and then old.
The city of Toronto is busy, bustling and always on the move. There is an endless and constant stream of people, each one with a different destination in mind. They are an endless swarm and they never stop. This city reeks of pollution and smog. All light seems to stem from an artificial light source, and I can't see the sun or the stars. Skyscrapers block the clouds, but in a way, if you look at it right, it's almost kind of beautiful. Still, it loses its appeal after a few moments because clearly, greed is an element of survival in this place.
This street I am on now is particulary horrid. The pavement is worn and flat from years of millions of people trampling along, all lost in their own world and each with their own story to tell. This is the kind of place that when walking, it is not challenging to lose yourself inside your own head, because you know that everyone around you is doing the same. It's as though you can just keep on walking and lose sight of what is right in front of you, yet still get to wherever it is you're going.
To suddenly see some sharp old man looking straight into my eyes and down inside my soul is terrifying and snaps me out of it. He's staring so intently, as though my flesh is to him, translucent. I feel bare and naked, so sharp are his blue eyes that they remind me of a vacant forest fire- burning, but lacking the harsh orange flames. I swear he can see every thought I am thinking. He's thought them himself, I can tell. It is somehow a very familiar gaze, it reminds me of both yesterday and tomorrow. This is when I become aware that I am having my first real epiphany. It is a chilling moment of wisdom, insight and deep clarity. This is a man, staring back at himself- who he once was, how he once was. And one day, I will be him, staring back at myself.
Wise old man, help me.
I am caught between two times
First young, and then old.
The city of Toronto is busy, bustling and always on the move. There is an endless and constant stream of people, each one with a different destination in mind. They are an endless swarm and they never stop. This city reeks of pollution and smog. All light seems to stem from an artificial light source, and I can't see the sun or the stars. Skyscrapers block the clouds, but in a way, if you look at it right, it's almost kind of beautiful. Still, it loses its appeal after a few moments because clearly, greed is an element of survival in this place.
This street I am on now is particulary horrid. The pavement is worn and flat from years of millions of people trampling along, all lost in their own world and each with their own story to tell. This is the kind of place that when walking, it is not challenging to lose yourself inside your own head, because you know that everyone around you is doing the same. It's as though you can just keep on walking and lose sight of what is right in front of you, yet still get to wherever it is you're going.
To suddenly see some sharp old man looking straight into my eyes and down inside my soul is terrifying and snaps me out of it. He's staring so intently, as though my flesh is to him, translucent. I feel bare and naked, so sharp are his blue eyes that they remind me of a vacant forest fire- burning, but lacking the harsh orange flames. I swear he can see every thought I am thinking. He's thought them himself, I can tell. It is somehow a very familiar gaze, it reminds me of both yesterday and tomorrow. This is when I become aware that I am having my first real epiphany. It is a chilling moment of wisdom, insight and deep clarity. This is a man, staring back at himself- who he once was, how he once was. And one day, I will be him, staring back at myself.
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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN LIFE ARE...
By XxLonelyTearDropxX on June 23rd 2009, late at night.on topic The most beautiful things in life
Free
nonexsisting,
a need,
a
butterfly
dragonfly
bee
caterpiller
gecko
a
face
eye
nose
lip
piercing
a
person
being
life
need
are
nonexsisting
Free
nonexsisting,
a need,
a
butterfly
dragonfly
bee
caterpiller
gecko
a
face
eye
nose
lip
piercing
a
person
being
life
need
are
nonexsisting
Free
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Dances of life...
By tarnished-angel42 on June 24th 2009, the wee hours.on topic The most beautiful things in life
Bubbles casscading off my hand
Coffee steaming in the morning light.
Flowers dancing in the breeze at night.
Little creatures soft and furry.
a Sunsets romantic sound.
Coffee steaming in the morning light.
Flowers dancing in the breeze at night.
Little creatures soft and furry.
a Sunsets romantic sound.
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By cloudofsilver on June 24th 2009, late afternoon.
on topic The most beautiful things in life
on topic The most beautiful things in life
The most beautiful thing in life is Oxygen:-)
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FAILURE FAILURE FAILURE
By r8chaellyn on June 27th 2009, terribly early in the morning.on topic The most beautiful things in life
the most beautiful things in life is exceptance of ones self what use is it to be negative you wont suceed you'll never win you'll always lose,no one will except you no one will notice or care when you leave or die will they even find my bodie or will i just disapear something i have been trying very hard to succeed at for years see i can't even suceed at disapearing but i'm a wizz at shrinking of isolating but not of dying don't i desserve that choice if i wish it shouldn't it be my choice to die physco call it what you will i am me and i have no choice as to when i can let go what am i living fpr if i can't even remember how to live i've missed top much of life to just slipp back in and where would i fit any way hell maybe no i'm not lively enough that just send me back after all life is my hell any way isn't it typical can die can't live can't can't can't can't that s me thats every inch inside outside in mind and in body in thought and in pain I AM FAILURE
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By creative c on June 28th 2009, lunch time.on topic The most beautiful things in life
the most beautiful thing in life are the things that are harder to reach,cause those are the things that you wish to seek throught the hard times and the good you reach to find that thing that stay on your mind , yes will one day find this soul grab it in your arms and keep it close
for no one knows what the future holds no one but the heavens above.
for no one knows what the future holds no one but the heavens above.
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beautiful things in life
By xxshootingstarsxx on June 30th 2009, early morning.on topic The most beautiful things in life
the smell of summer
the crisp air in winter
freshly washed sheets
the look in your eyes when we meet
a plunge into an icy pool
the feel of warm sand beneath your toes
us, together.
hopefully-
us, forever.
the crisp air in winter
freshly washed sheets
the look in your eyes when we meet
a plunge into an icy pool
the feel of warm sand beneath your toes
us, together.
hopefully-
us, forever.
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sublime thoughts
By unknown traveler on June 30th 2009, early afternoon.on topic The most beautiful things in life
apricot sun cascades
each evening,
flowers in full bloom,
dying ones too
sublime surroundings
bring me hope
life used to be so empty
and cold
cotton clouds float
on by in an effortlessly
baby blue sky
warm breeze begins
to blow, a misty rain
starts falling down
smiles seen, laughter
erupts, constantly happens
when I think about us
words flow from within
empty once, now they
have come back again
summer's eve,
winter's sky
frozen branches
memories of you and I.
each evening,
flowers in full bloom,
dying ones too
sublime surroundings
bring me hope
life used to be so empty
and cold
cotton clouds float
on by in an effortlessly
baby blue sky
warm breeze begins
to blow, a misty rain
starts falling down
smiles seen, laughter
erupts, constantly happens
when I think about us
words flow from within
empty once, now they
have come back again
summer's eve,
winter's sky
frozen branches
memories of you and I.
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What do you see?
By x.burning.desire.x on June 30th 2009, early evening.on topic The most beautiful things in life
The most beautiful thing in life is simplicity.
The way the grass sways to the movement of the wind. The way a cat pounces at a ball of yarn. OR the way a woman smiles when she's in love.
There is nothing beautiful out there that comes with complication.
Love; The way your heart speeds up at the sight of the one you love. When you pick up your phone and there is a message saying nothing but "I love you"
I love you.
That's all.
It doesn't matter whether it's two members of the opposite sex in love. Beauty and the beast. It's the feelings that they share, that is beautiful.
Take one look around you, and what do you see?
The way the grass sways to the movement of the wind. The way a cat pounces at a ball of yarn. OR the way a woman smiles when she's in love.
There is nothing beautiful out there that comes with complication.
Love; The way your heart speeds up at the sight of the one you love. When you pick up your phone and there is a message saying nothing but "I love you"
I love you.
That's all.
It doesn't matter whether it's two members of the opposite sex in love. Beauty and the beast. It's the feelings that they share, that is beautiful.
Take one look around you, and what do you see?
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the sky
By Sweetly Broken on June 30th 2009, evening time.on topic The most beautiful things in life
the sky is what screams beauty at me. they form and twist into amazing Splurs of colors that make my mind go....whoa...
The clouds greet me with either a smile or a frown and i know if it will be a good day or not. they entertain me with shapes and designs that make me think. they play with me and they are my friends, wise friends who have seen more of life then me, who have traveled the world and back again only to rain down their secrets of a world i can never visit.
The stars are what make my eyes grow wide in amazement and fear at the fact something so dangerous can be so breath breathtakingly beautiful. the stars seem smarter than the clouds and less fun, like a teenager who thinks they know everything and tries really hard to show it. either way it is simply gorgeous.
The clouds greet me with either a smile or a frown and i know if it will be a good day or not. they entertain me with shapes and designs that make me think. they play with me and they are my friends, wise friends who have seen more of life then me, who have traveled the world and back again only to rain down their secrets of a world i can never visit.
The stars are what make my eyes grow wide in amazement and fear at the fact something so dangerous can be so breath breathtakingly beautiful. the stars seem smarter than the clouds and less fun, like a teenager who thinks they know everything and tries really hard to show it. either way it is simply gorgeous.
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Seconds
By orangefairy on July 4th 2009, early morning.on topic The most beautiful things in life
sunlight on my zen, listening to classical music while being able to walk, being free of people and nagging and planning. His eyelashes and his sleepy face.
control over my body, being able to improve, to grow stronger. feeling stronger, running, learning to fight with boxing gloves and with my mind. Learning what I think is right and what is not.
I find good skin/hair days beautiful, my tiny retarded dog is beautiful. There is a beauty in walking amongst strangers and catching glimpses of irony. A middle aged man stifles his smile at a schoolgirl who's dropped all her books in the middle of the street, and I laugh.
Beauty is what you can create with colours and lines, sweeping and detailed. Beauty is the noises he can make with strings and his witch-nails. Tears, revelations and that moment of "OH", appreciation and doing things for which you will never be recognised.
tea is beautiful.
Blank white canvases, pencils sharpened and labelled from hardest to softest, marker pens perfect for inking. Meeting someone who inspires you.
The sky. That hurts my eyes with its vastness, that holds up tied trees and catches all the seeds and flowers and leaves that are thrown to it.
How one person can just click into your life, like they've always been there, and they are at once a part of you, and something completely unknown.
control over my body, being able to improve, to grow stronger. feeling stronger, running, learning to fight with boxing gloves and with my mind. Learning what I think is right and what is not.
I find good skin/hair days beautiful, my tiny retarded dog is beautiful. There is a beauty in walking amongst strangers and catching glimpses of irony. A middle aged man stifles his smile at a schoolgirl who's dropped all her books in the middle of the street, and I laugh.
Beauty is what you can create with colours and lines, sweeping and detailed. Beauty is the noises he can make with strings and his witch-nails. Tears, revelations and that moment of "OH", appreciation and doing things for which you will never be recognised.
tea is beautiful.
Blank white canvases, pencils sharpened and labelled from hardest to softest, marker pens perfect for inking. Meeting someone who inspires you.
The sky. That hurts my eyes with its vastness, that holds up tied trees and catches all the seeds and flowers and leaves that are thrown to it.
How one person can just click into your life, like they've always been there, and they are at once a part of you, and something completely unknown.
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Snap
By Felicity B. on July 6th 2009, early evening.on topic The most beautiful things in life
An unexpected dance on the rooftop
An unfolding view, A sanity break where
My Grandmother conquers all to hold
Back my hair. A story I heard tonight.
The outdoor fire bath in the mountains.
Smooths shirt smell, pressed, ironed.
Gold painted stones and chalked sugar.
Auntie Ellen and her biscuits.
An unfolding view, A sanity break where
My Grandmother conquers all to hold
Back my hair. A story I heard tonight.
The outdoor fire bath in the mountains.
Smooths shirt smell, pressed, ironed.
Gold painted stones and chalked sugar.
Auntie Ellen and her biscuits.
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small warm up
By Kristy-Winburn on July 26th 2009, lunch time.on topic The most beautiful things in life
The most beautiful things inlife are always the most protected. Wrapped in chains and plastic to keep away from deceiving eyes...
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