Not until orchestral tones blend into the clouds
Not until every voice carries across the star-spangled sky
Not until the vivid spectrum of colors bleeds into the horizon
Will I be satisfied that life has reached perfection…
© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: horizon wallpaper
Soon we two will be between the same walls
Your voice, your scent, the truth in your eyes
Will now forever be a part of me
Despite my adrenalin faintly permeating
The fresh onslaught of oxygen
Pumping at its utmost
I expect to be imperceptible
A ghost
As I move into your space
Your restless eyes
Passing me by
Hesitating for a blink
As a preternatural twinge
Arises from your brain
Warning you an observer
Is in the area
But like all moderns
You ignore that extra sense
Continuing on, walking by
As my looping mind
Consoles me
Reminds me
Skin-deep counts
In a world where plainness is maligned
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Beauty is only skin deep by chemicalrachel-xd.deviantart.com
One day I cried out
To the Cosmic Jester
“I’ll trade my brains for beauty!”
Shocked myself
Aging feminist that I am
Thought of women I admire
Thought of Amy Winehouse
Thought of Janis Joplin
Beautiful women
But imperfect
Amy, Janis, were you
Willing to sacrifice
Your talent for perfect beauty?
Is that why you left the world of
Mirrors
Objects merely reflecting
Surface light waves
Not truth
To your anguished eyes?
What beholder are we talking about
When we repeat the old aphorism?
Who truly sees our beauty?
Is it give me beauty or give me
Death
Depression
Drugs
Alcohol
Eating disorders…?
© Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
(Back to Black, Amy Winehouse/Kozmic Blues, Janis Joplin)
IMAGE: Janis Joplin and Amy Winehouse www.comicbookandmoviereviews.com
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