Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but is it in the eye, or is it in the heart?

There is beauty in symmetry.

In a face or a flower.

Yet there are times where I look at muscles and glower. Haha

Is it not so much the perfection of one?

Or can it be the way that the sun

Hits the hair of a child while playing for fun.

Does beauty show itself more in vulnerability and love?

When the guard is down and truth bubbles above

The surface

What's below is what counts

You can have your countless filters and fraud

I’ll take an ounce

Of real ‘reality’

Even if its sadness

And even if its pain

There is the Golden Ratio

There's also the rain.

And mistakes and lessons and learning from ugly

I can be ugly. Can you?

Then what?

You move and you grow

From the rain and the sun

The yin and the yang

The dark and the light

What matters the most is

You don't give up the fight

To look for the beauty

No matter the time

Push through the discomfort

And you will be fine

Just train your eye

And you will see

That you can find beauty

In anything

There you stand by the fire

With an open hand

Heart song tuned like a lyre

Flows through you like sand

The mind, the body are strong in you

The sheltered heart and the closed eyes unfold

For you draw all near to you

Preaching the things you behold

So teach me your ways, teach me how to heal

Your mind alone, I wish I could steal

This makes me weak

The desire to fix and tweak

You never show your faults to me or others

So nobody thinks, nobody will ever discover

The pain you go through that hides deep in you

I hope to learn how to control it

is heavy drumbeats on the wind

filling minds with percussion

and sound

is painted landscapes in the brain

reminding souls to experience

and explore

is shared experiences through eyes

thinking similar thoughts

and yearning

is impossible symmetry they say

beholding the greatest that exists

and admiring

Oh you sweet honey

you've gone to the beauty

this is the lord almighty

only the beauty

everyhting is noew red

for u and u

oh you beauty

wont you finally choose

It starts with a smile.

One, you may not have seen in quite a while.

Then with a touch,

Small, insignificant, and one you didn't think meant much.

Then there is the eyes,

Dark, beautiful, and filled with surprise.

Then there is a kiss.

Most moments don't feel like this.

Then there is laughter,

Even if it happens during and not after.

A slight snort,

You know how life can be short.

But it starts with a smile.

in my head she's strawberry tinted

i look at her with pink heart glasses

she makes my eyelids heavy

she makes me sick and happy

i think about her more than i should

i think about things i shouldn't

my heart flips in delight

her lips are always chapped and bloody

she argues with me for no reason

she fakes things to keep up

she lies to build herself up

i'm not sure i know who she is anymore

she's still faded rose in my mind though

it's the way i think of her

the thoughts she plagues

could never be less than divine

I saw beauty

once

in the center

of an onion

I had sliced

once

for the first time

in a dull life

I cried out at

once

for my want of

understanding

07.31.22

Beauty? challenge @Silly_and_Sweet

Sometimes at night, I climb on my roof and try picturing

what it would be like if I am a star;

and wonder if it will also look down on me here,

the same as I look up on them there.

Would a star be amazed by my existence?

Would it also be curious, and intrigued?

And would it mind if I am not the best person it'll ever see?

Inhumanely number of stars,

each differs from sizes, colors, and light.

Inhumanely number of stars,

And billions of people exist in this land—

And yet no one cares if the new discovered star is the smallest,

not the prettiest, or not the shiniest star we've ever seen.

And yet here I am wondering

If anyone would care if I'm flawed, and not the best one you've seen.

As if the stars would care.

As if the stars would mind.

As if the stars would see.

As if the stars knows about me.

I said it before crudely.

Ever so rudely.

I am hidden.

Yet,

I found you.

Not only are you intelligent.

Not only you do you make me smile.

Not only do you have a radiant heart.

You are only you.

Beauty, a vision powered by warmth and sincerity.

Something that definitely needs clarity.

A simple notion of better than the best.

Should I name it Beauty or put it to the test?

Testing...one ...two...three,

Now what do I see?

When I look at it I glow.

When I smell it I know

That it's gorgeous from head to toe.

I have watched this beauty grow.