gargoylegremlin

Poetry 
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Aimless. 
I guess that's what I am. 
There's no place I'd like to arrive at. 
So that makes me aimless. 
My feet start to ache. 
I don't want to walk anymore. 
I'm so very tired you see. 
I'm urged to keep on moving. 
Even if it's painful. 
I want to stop and ponder. 
Maybe think of where I'll end. 
What will happen if my feet grow roots. 
They usher me forward. 
Hands pushing against my back. 
I don't want to walk anymore. 
Upon this dusty path. 
My feet are dirty and tired you see. 
Good sir, please allow me rest. 
I'm urged to keep on moving. 
Regardless of my health. 
Since they push me to walk forward. 
I guess that I'll walk sideways. 
Aimlessly in the dust. 
I guess that's what I am. 
Aimless.

Hibiscus tea and melancholy (poetry)

With a humans fickle nature, how can the supposed definition of beauty stay the same?


We change our ideal of beauty so what's the point?


It doesn't make sense, society places expectations that all should abide by


If failed to do so, judgment is what they will feel


So when societies veiws change, so does beauty standards


This changing cycle doesnt seem to stop,


Beauty