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…


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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


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IMAGE: Beauty is only skin deep by



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


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





Eating disorders…?

© Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

(Back to Black, Amy Winehouse/Kozmic Blues, Janis Joplin)

IMAGE: Janis Joplin and Amy Winehouse