Beauty

There is beauty in the mundane-

the soft sparkle of suds within

a sink of spoilt dishware,

Cackle in broken pops,

Highlighting internal shame.

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Fuck these dishes.

Fuck being grateful.

Fucking spending all my income

On food.

Fuck all this pain.

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There is beauty in the simple.

A picnic in a clover-strewn field,

The cloying scent of wildflowers,

Sun-soaked skin,

Blueberry-lipped stain.

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I hate these stupid bugs,

I hate the blistering heat,

I hate that I disappoint you.

Hatefully begging on the rain.

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There is beauty in silence

The whispers on the wind,

Time sticking in muddy riverbeds

Dreams slowly turning to ash,

From within.

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Bastardized day dates,

Bastardized hope,

Bastardized freebies,

Disasterly spoke.

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There is beauty in wanting more,

There is beauty in content.

There is beauty in honesty,

There is beauty in time well spent.

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There IS beauty.