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Beauty And The Beast
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Blah One beauty, One beast
Standing in this room
Waiting for time to pass them by
As they stare at each other
In wonder of the other
While the world walks on around them.
Completely lost
In the illusions of life
Holding them down fast
To truths yet unkown
To one, and the other
As they wait for time to pass them by.
Fleetingly beautiful
Only is the skin
Before it withers and wrinkles
To tightly embrace
The true beauty within
The aged and gnarled body.
Already frightening
The fearful body recoils
As the beast avoids all light
That may soften
The so hardened lines
Twisting the cruel features without.
That one beauty
Wonders long and hard
Of the cruel features hanging on
To the frightening beast
As he stands before her
With the light creeping closer to his feet.
That one beast
Also wonders long
Of the other's such pure beauty
That radiates from deeper
Than the luminous skin
Encompassing a luminous soul within.
Unevenly tipped
So favoring beauty
Holding one higher than the other
In the eyes of all
Who care to judge
In favor of one over the other.
Going so far
As to avoid one another
They run as hard as they can
Away from the other
Only to find
They haven't gone too far.
Just once
They look up to see
Each other's eyes staring back
Startled, they look down
Away to the ground
So they can't reveal their true selves.
Simply so curious
To know of the other
They let their eyes wander
To search for some clue
That unlocks the doors
Holding shut the mysteries within.
So little is learned
By this weak method
Of exploring so deeply
The roots of existence
That holds each up
Against the fire and rain from without.
They resort to words
Starting so feebly
Yet finding the waves crashing farther
As they learn so much more
From words that are spoken
From one rolling wave to another.
Now standing together
One beast and one beauty
Find that true hero within
The form of the other
As they confide in each other
Now that they know the beauty within.
Now there's two beauties
Standing in this room
Waiting for time to pass them by
As they stare at each other
In wonder of the other
While the world walks on by.
February 18, 2000
this is a very inspirational poem.it's inspired me before,to write better,stronger,poems.i've talked to you before.using a different name.my real name. but i choose not to use it anymore.i dont see why you regret writing this poem. i personally think it's your best. dont put yourself down.you are a very good poet.you have a good sense in poetry.and f!#* you if you think i'm lying to you. it's stupid if you think that.and please dont delete this. this is taking a great deal of my time up,not saying it's wasting my time but seriously.i think you are a person who misinterprets things or "has a bad life".sorry but someone with your talent shouldn't be dissing himself saying that this poem is "corny"meaning silly/stupid,which this poem is not,and "bad"when bad means Being further from a standard; less desirable or satisfactory,that is not this poem. ,it may be a bad flash from the past but you chose to write about it.seriously i see there's no point in putting yourself down.life is short live it by the fullest.anyways if you need to talk just e-mail me.