10 Definitions of Beauty

I
Snowflakes
Falling on tongue
Like they did when I threw
Snowballs at boys during recess
Freedom

II
Her smile
When I come home
How was your day today?
Kitchen smells like butternut soup
Safety

III
Prancing
In the backyard
Catching red butterflies
Then watching them flutter away
Gently

IV
Fire
Camp songs and s'mores
Ashy smell on sweater
Crickets chirp and coyotes howl
In awe

V
Berry
Patches outstretched
Sun on back as I bend
Strawberries staining my soft hands
Yummy

VI
Kisses
Smooth as chocolate
The glee of being loved
As we waltz by the candlelight
Relax

VII
Bubbles
In the warm tub
The smell of apricots
Sticking close to my heated skin
Cleansing

VIII
River
Rushing quickly
Through the winding forest
How safe it is to be on shore
Watching

IX
Night time
No mascara
Just me and my inner
Thoughts, memories, wisdom, and soul
True self

X
Beauty
All the senses
Tingle when I breathe in
Earth is in equilibrium
Perfect

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We Pretend

We pretend that we'll live forever That tomorrow will bring something better We pretend we're not made of stars As we roam the streets and bars We pretend we'll never die That our kids won't ever cry Over the loss that is our end Every student, teacher, friend Everyone we've ever known Has a constellation they call home When the moon comes out at night I look to them to see the light To all those who did pretend That their story would never end But on some nights, breezy and clear I see the stars and they feel near I can grasp one and hold it in my hand As it takes me to another land We pretend this earth is all there is to see Yet the stars and crickets have spoken to me We pretend we'll never die Because we truly won't To someone's eye

Lost in Rio

Jesus looks over The lost souls and bones below In the jungle sun To witness such beauty And such devastation God painted with one brushstroke Merry men sing Holes in their shoes The dark night lit up By police sirens And the crescent moon Bats flail around Like me, lost in the jungle Eyes glaring all around I hope they're monkeys Or jaguars I hope I can keep a piece of This country with me Safe in my pocket It smells like tropical rain And feels like The clam shells Washed up on the shore It tastes like fried bananas And heavily salted steak Sounds like seabirds cawing Samba on the streets And looks like a page From a storybook About parrots and palm trees Of finding a golden treasure A magnificent, uneasy place When she sun goes down So do we Leaving the night To the creepy crawlers And innocent stray cats

On the Origin of Love

So, I was researching something that I learned in literature class today (because that is what I like doing on Friday nights). We recently read the screenplay Hedwig and the Angry Inch and one song in particular really intrigued me- "The Origin of Love." What is the origin of love? Here is a summary of Hedwig's song, based on Aristophanes' mythological philosophy that is mentioned in Socrates' Symposium. (Oh yay, story time!) Well, a long time ago, there were three sexes: the men (of the sun), the women (the earth) and the androgynous (the moon). Each sex had two heads and four legs, etc. and they were very powerful. The gods became angry with the strength of these sexes, so Zeus cut the people in half with lightning bolts. Therefore, it is now in our nature to seek a sort of completion. Meaning, we have intrinsic desires for love and sex and finding "our other half" (as cheesy as it sounds, this is exactly what Aristophanes meant). Of course, this c...

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