Life
Mood:  special
Now Playing: 1, 2, Step::Ciara
Life is every color of the rainbow
It tastes like milk chocolate
It sounds like the bubbling stream flowing over creek rocks
It smells like lilacs blooming in the spring sun
It looks like the fingers on a newborn babe
It feels like nothing else on earth

The Moth
Now Playing: Cinderella::PLAY
Everyone tells me,
how beautiful and kind I can be
But I do not see
Just what's so beautiful about me

I wish I could see
this person that other people see
so I could see myself as they do
and perhaps live my life as they think I do.

But that won't ever happen
nor will all my dreams
Because like a moth
to be beautiful is a rarity

Something i am not
I will never pretend to be
so perfect is not something
that I can reach

I wish I couldn't feel sometimes
because I am so numb
Numbness is something that is familiar
in this world of mine.

I wish I could hide all my imperfections
and have no one to blame but myself
and people couldn't see my pain
I was touched by a person who hid her imperfections

she was my moth
but was really a butterfly
yet she starved herself
to be the beautiful person i wanted to be

She denied herself of food
but she was already beautiful when this began
she had everything we all wanted
beautiful eyes, hair and face, a model she walked with grace...

She captured our hearts
with all her beautiful words
she took our souls
and brought tears when ours were all dry.

But as time wore down
she began to see
that this perfect life she was looking for
was killing her, slowly.

But it was too late,
the time she had wasted looking for perfection's breed
she knew she was full of beauty
but she wouldn't be coming back.

She wasn't able to share her true colors with herself
but left them for people like me,
so we would use her advice
and see the beauty she saw in everyone but herself

you see,
my butterfly got rid of her earthly wings
but i know she has beautiful wings now
and she looks down on us hoping we will fly out

you may think of yourself as a moth
but if you look hard you'll see you're a butterfly
inside is where it counts
and please give the cacoon a chance to break

so with my butterfly free
I am able to write
I no longer am a moth
and I can fly about.

Her
Mood:  special
Now Playing: Someday::Nickelback
Her eyes-
like crystals
blue
and pure
clear
very rare
Her skin-
like cinnamon
rich
brown
like chocolate
muddy but not dirty
Her hair-
like honey
curly
and silky feeling
pulled back
Her clothes
crease in all the right places
new
bright
perfect
She's the image I try to find.

Introduction
Mood:  special
Now Playing: It's The Hard Knock Life::Jay-Z
This is dedicated to all of the people who have had some sort of an impact on my life, and perhaps to the ones I have yet to meet. I write when I see something to write about-or when I hear someone else's story-so don't be surprised if you find your story in poetry format on here..I should explain why I chose Pristine, but I can't-only it's the absolute truth.