Once you are real you cant be ugly, except to people who dont understand.
~The Velveteen Rabbit
People say shes no genius
She calls herself stupid, wishing she had
my brain or my non existent beauty
I look at her
her flaming hair that marks her as different
her clothes that place her in the poetry-coffee house category
then her hands
they are jittery at times
full of so many things
they are slow at times
moving with worldly curiosity to absorb life
to soak up the juices of knowledge
they are overflowing with unwritten words
her fingers command the pen with such natural and controlling ease
the words slide down her arm through muscle and sinew
her hand works with authority and I am mesmerized
the end product is always
enlightening
leaving a piece of herself there on that piece of paper
she has mastered the leaving a tip theory
a little bit of herself for some lost soul to pick up and take as their own
and I look at her
at her hair
at her clothes
at her hands
I see such intelligence and beauty
No one can see the her I know
No one can know the her I know
But that is no ones fault but their own
~The Velveteen Rabbit
People say shes no genius
She calls herself stupid, wishing she had
my brain or my non existent beauty
I look at her
her flaming hair that marks her as different
her clothes that place her in the poetry-coffee house category
then her hands
they are jittery at times
full of so many things
they are slow at times
moving with worldly curiosity to absorb life
to soak up the juices of knowledge
they are overflowing with unwritten words
her fingers command the pen with such natural and controlling ease
the words slide down her arm through muscle and sinew
her hand works with authority and I am mesmerized
the end product is always
enlightening
leaving a piece of herself there on that piece of paper
she has mastered the leaving a tip theory
a little bit of herself for some lost soul to pick up and take as their own
and I look at her
at her hair
at her clothes
at her hands
I see such intelligence and beauty
No one can see the her I know
No one can know the her I know
But that is no ones fault but their own
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if pain were tangible it would write novels
endless pages of unbearable description and heart wrenching prose
if pain were tangible it would write novels
endless pages of unbearable description and heart wrenching prose
