I Am Not The Beauty You See

Wonders of the mind. Intriguing conversations; love me for the beauty of my thoughts. My features go as deep as the inevitable process of aging. Although the brain ages too; memories live a lifetime!

I am not the beauty you see
I spend restless nights alone
I study all the wonders of the world looking for myself but never do I find
Reflections of ugliness of all the world in every rainbow I see
It is not as bright as it seems
Nothing looks back
Color it lacks
A sinkhole of words
A missed youth I perceive
Hating my identity
I am not the beauty you see

I came in the world scarred with knowledge; no one understands a winding mind
Gifted is what they said
Still waiting to unwrap
I call it a knowledge attack
A lonely journey, bored, filled with dreams
Hoping someone can sooth my pace with a mere speech
A voice I love
From the first time heard
Singing a song as a perfect bird
A life of cycle; freshened with spring

Look at me
no beauty queen

Attacking boundaries of my existence and filtering my every thought
Asking questions to gauge my perspective and for once understanding the real me
Ugly genetics, I am not the beauty you see

Shielded constant reminders
Living logic as clear as the mindless
Dangerous thought process reflecting life's connections
I get it
I see it
I feel it
But you don't know it
Why can't everyone see the control of it
Vision of beauty I am not that beautiful
The unwanted disconnected
Living thoughts of life relentless; in essence
Accidental
Beauty only in a mind of sleep
I am not the beauty you see
so, rest your eyes.

 









 

Author's Note

Meh

Reviews

[JLily98]

Very relatable, especially for me personally. It's pretty deep and I enjoyed reading it. Looking forward to reading more :)

[CAPOLAVORO]

Good free verse. I can sense the emotion within. I just feel like the flow is not that constant. You need to properly connect each words and phrase to create a good sense out of it.

"I am not the beauty you see
I spend restless nights alone
I study all the wonders of the world looking for myself but never do I find
Reflections of ugliness of all the world in every rainbow I see
It is not as bright as it seems
Nothing looks back
Color it lacks
A sinkhole of words
A missed youth I perceive "
- This one is a good start, first you talk about yourself and suddenly changes into the rainbow which is somehow not connected to yourself but to the world. Then you talk about the youthful presence. Maybe you could try to change the topic slowly yet with connections. I feel like you have a lot of beautiful things to say yet you made it short to the point that you lost the sense of the meanings behind it.

I came in the world scarred with knowledge; no one understands a winding mind
Gifted is what they said
Still waiting to unwrap
I call it a knowledge attack
A lonely journey, bored, filled with dreams
Hoping someone can sooth my pace with a mere speech
A voice I love
From the first time heard
Singing a song as a perfect bird
A life of cycle; freshened with spring
- These lines seems to match your first three lines which I love. The lines has great meanings and talks about confused thoughts in a beautiful way.

All in all, well done. Write more.

-Capolavoro

[Lei]

Capolavoro,

Thank you for your feedback. In response, when I switched my line to the rainbow I am still speaking of myself. I see things in colors. The mere concept that colors are beautiful, to me, are a myth. The challenge with expressing my viewpoint of the world is, I am just weird lol. Someone like myself thinks of multiple topics in one moment and it is a challenge to organize that for others to make sense of it. It makes sense to me. That is what has always intrigued my interest in poetry. It can be read differently. I love feedback that will support development in my writing. Again, thank you for that! :)