Beauty

It was a cold world warmed effortlessly by the artful of footsteps that led me here.

Abstract seconds shifted to impersonate reality.

A dichotomy in the heart of fire.

And in the fire in my heart.

The silence of the sunlight echos off the sandy din in my mind.

A place in existance named after what I thought only a possibility.

Lineir enerergy comprised into a heartbeat the color of one day.

It caught my attention and led me forward.

I stumbled after it as it danced simply over unlived life.

As I heard my own voice singing to me.

Cornering me

until I didn't move, not daring to disrupt its frigil energy.

And then there I stood.

The world had stoped spinning.

I forgot it ever had.

I willingly let myself slip from my soul

and gave in to the silent beauty that stood there, waiting to overthrow me.

The rays of sunlight cradled my breath in invisable arms.

A freeze frame cadence in a windless desert.

Golden silk fluttering towards the mirage of a horizen.

She has a voice
like a songbird.
Her music makes me cry,
it is so happy and alive.
It is big and magnificent.
When she sings I am overwhelmed by emotion,
like a door opening inside me  that has never opened before.
She has met Luciano Pavarotti.
She has sung at the Metropolitan Opera and in Japan.
Her black hair shines.
Her presence is radiant.

Her essence is beauty.

What is beauty exactly? Who can appear beautiful and also be beautiful? To be completely beautiful you’d have to be perfect, and that’s impossible for humans. So, we can’t really accomplish whole beauty, can we? We can appear to be beautiful. But that doesn’t mean we really are, inside. We can be one or the other, but not both. Is there such a thing as being completely beautiful? We haven’t even seen it, because none of us can be it. So we assume. We pretend that, oh, he or she might meet our impossible standards, knowing all the while that no one really will. We want that impossible beauty, hoping for it, brushing away anyone that doesn’t have the possibility to ever have it.
What happens then, we realize one time or another, that being that we never were or never can be ‘beautiful’ why should we be looking for someone who is? So we settle for something less than that, so much less. Knowing, subconsciously, that we deserve that idea of impossible beauty because, whether we won’t admit it or not, we all want that something we will never be about to have. And for most of us, that is impossible beauty.

Shafts of light,
Filter across her face,
Perfect nose,
Finds it place.
Gray-blue eyes,
Stunningly surprise,
Others.
Golden, blond hair,
Waves in the wind,
All in the room take it in.
Perfect lips,
And a perfect kiss.
Her cheeks are rosy,
Her lips have a natural bliss.
When she smiles,
The world stops for a while.
She is the most beautiful girl some would say,
But frankly she is not today.

Beauty….. it’s not on the outside, but on the inside. Beauty is someone’s personality……their inner beauty. If you truly love someone, it’s not their looks, but their kindness and thoughtfulness. If you are a person who only cares about their outside beauty, then you don’t deserve anyone who is nice and kind. The most beautiful person in the world is all of those things, and that is….. you! Your beauty is your bubbly, wonderful personality. You give and help out people, your kind, and you are absolutely not selfish. You are a person who makes everyone want to help out the planet! You don’t think of yourself, but you think of the people around you, the people that need your help. Do you know why you are the most beautiful person in the world? You do the right thing even though it’s the hardest thing you have ever had to do. People of who you love are going to be more beautiful than the people you don’t know and guess what? I…Love…..You! You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.  I remember when I saw a kind, nice, and thoughtful person helping little kids cross the street and I will never forget it. That person was beautiful but not as beautiful as you! Sure she was kind but you are a person that I can’t even think of all the nice words that you are. You are amazing, fantastic, super, nice, kind, spectacular, great, awesome, and of course….. BEAUTIFUL! The beauty of a person is not the clothes they wear, how their hair looks, or how they walk. It’s the eyes that bring you to their heart. The beauty of a person is not their facial mold but their true soul. Read more »

The most beautiful person

Is more than just skin deep

Because beauty has kindness

And a heart full of love

Beauty is more than looks

It is the  truthful words spoken

Like a beacon of light

And a glimpse into the soul

Beauty is more than a contest

And very difficult to compare

But real beauty is all that remains

And lives on through many lifetimes

(Turns out growing up is just saying

goodbye a bunch of times)

She and the other girl are bent back to back like flowing

spokes of a wheel.

Their arms grasp each other's waists, legs straight

points & turn, as a unit, one girl over

another, immaculate.

Her partner, when she lifts off, jumps

into the air, preparing and then performing an action, but she

she just— rises; slow, smooth, strong—

hovers...

They have practiced this many times.

so much, I think, that it's no longer something they

do together— it's something they do

for each other.

(Turns out growing up is just saying

goodbye a bunch of times)

I will know this girl— woman for another month, maybe less

before she leaves for California, and then college.

—she will continue to dance—

(Some people just deserve

a beautiful life)

The two-girl wheel makes its way turn

by

turn across the stage and almost into the wing before

they step off of each other like becoming

two people again.

They are coming back and

yin-yang-flowing on and

off, back and forth, they know

how to do what they do.

(Some people just deserve

a beautiful life)

Her hair curls

close to her head, face so

her own, like a painting, like

the music she knows how to dance to

like liberty—

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When I think of Emma, beauty comes to mind. Her curly, shoulder-length, golden-brown hair bounces up and down with each step.  Emma’s hair matches her personality perfectly. She is spontaneous and humorous; Emma is always smiling.  Her eyes seem to twinkle and sparkle like a star in the sky. I imagine that on the inside Emma is just as shiny and bubbly, full of ideas and kindness. She is amazingly beautiful. I am so fortunate that Emma is my sister.

Beauty is not what is on the outside, but on the inside. Their personality, their sense of humor, and their kindness is what makes a person beautiful. Blonde hair, sparkling eyes, healthiness, and their voice describes outer beauty. Intelligent, sporty, and active describes inner beauty. This describes my mom. She fits my feeling of beauty.    

Beauty to me is seen in my mother. She has red, curly hair and blue eyes like the sea. She has light skin like the sand on a beach. She has an amazing personality.  My mom is not selfish, she is kind and intelligent. My mom makes funny noises, silly faces, and says funny things that are so ridiculously funny. My mom is special to me and I wanted to write this for her for Mother’s Day! 

His hazelnut eyes sparkle when he laughs. His curly brown hair sways when he walks. He has a great sense of humor. He listens when I talk. He knows what I like. He’s there if I’m lost and nobody else can find me. 

What does beauty look like to you? For me beauty means you share a genuine smile with others to brighten up their day. Beauty means you treat others fairly and share equally among the whole group; especially in school.  

Black hair, dyed to perfection,
Hair straightened,
Eye shadow on.
Blonde hair, Make up applied
Hair temporarily managed, tied up to the top
Dark brown wavy hair, just below her shoulders,
Outfit planned to perfection.
All beautiful,
But all different.

Roots now grown out,
Brown shows through the black,
Makeup gone,
Hair just brushed; not straightened.
Just another weekend,
Nothing important to do,
She shines with beauty,
Always.

Her hair now down,
Everywhere, unmanageable,
Her makeup not applied;
Just relaxing, nothing to do
Without all the morning work;
She shines with exquisiteness
Always.

Brown hair a mess,
Just a random tee shirt on,
Wearing her sweat pants proudly,
No one to dress to impress,
But, she still shines with gorgeousness,
Always.

Beauty isn’t meant to be covered up,
With expensive fake looks,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Not in the hands of commercial brands,
Remember,
You’re always beautiful.
 

The most beautiful person in the world to me, is the imperfect person. There are so many things that are wrong with him, so many flaws, but he is the most perfect imperfection. He has wavy rich chocolate brown hair that he has let grow out. I don’t like it long, but he wants it long and he wants to dreadlock it. That’s fine with me, as long as he is who he is. His eyes are a color that he hates, but a color that I love. Like his hair, they are a rich brown that in the sun turns transparent and golden. He is not in the fittest form and he is self conscious about his weight, but no matter what he thinks there is nothing wrong with his body. He is the strongest boy that I have ever met and he sweeps me off of my feet and I feel the warmth of his strong core against me. It is a beautiful feeling. He is taller than me, and I like it that way. His hands are something that I can marvel at for ages. Don’t take this in the wrong way, but I love his hands. There is something so beautiful about his broad palms and his thick strong fingers with short-cut nails. His face is full and his nose sturdy, his lips are complete and his forehead is broad. There may be small flaws in your eyes, but not in mine. There is only complete perfection in his few pimples and thick stature. The most beautiful thing about him though, is his humble and loving heart. That is what matters the most to me, the sweetness and thoughtfulness set in with the playfulness and teasing. So no matter the mistakes that he makes, no matter his weight or the length of his hair, he is imperfection and that is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Who is the most beautiful person? What makes a person beautiful? Is it their hair, eyes, size, or clothing? No. The most beautiful people are not measured by looks or popularity; it has nothing to do with how someone looks. They are the people who have gone through the most and are the nicest.  They are the people who will stand up for a complete stranger and not care if people judge them. They are the people who are always there to help, no matter what the problem is no matter who the one in need is. The most beautiful people do not have to fit into what modern societies “cookie cutter” of what is pretty or not. They are beautiful where it count, on the inside.
 

A beautiful person to me would have natural, long brown hair and green eyes that twinkle in the sunlight. This beautiful person would also have a genuine smile that showed everyone. Other qualities of a beautiful person would include: joyful, caring, loyalty, athletic, and the ability to take care of themselves.

The person would actually care about what you had to say and give you their full attention. A beautiful person would not care if you hang out with them or other people. If I could describe a beautiful person this would be my description.

What I think is beautiful are people who believe in themselves and don’t give up in what they love. Another quality in beauty comes out when people don’t get upset if they do something wrong. This is what I think beautiful is.

Beauty is not always on the outside.

Beauty is sometimes what's in the inside.

My Mom Is Beautiful

Maddie Huber

Grade 6

My mom is the most beautiful person I know. Beauty is not about the way you look. My mom is beautiful. Beauty is also the way you act and if people like you. People will think you're beautiful if your nice to them. They'll know that you love them in the best ways. My mom is beautiful because she's always nice to people. People like her, especially me! My mom wakes me up in the morning and makes sure I go to bed on time. She makes me be the best that I can be. She makes you feel like you are a shining star. She radiates energy that makes the whole world better. I love my mom because she loves me. I love my mom because she is the most beautiful person in the world.

Beauty

Emma McSalis

Grade 5

Beauty is shimering eyes,long silk golden hair, perfect skin, a flawless face,or  long fancy french tipped nail.  That might be what you think beauty is. But true beauty is in the inside. Who you are, what you do, and who you will be. Beauty is when you can see the goodness in someones eyes or when they are just there shining giving a nice smile. You don't need make-up or fake nails to look beautiful ,be you you  really are. Show you beauty from the inside yes you can still have nice apperance. Show you beauty.Remember you are beautiful

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She is clothed in white, sometimes blue,

The sun in her face and the moon in her eyes.

She gave birth to the Son, who saved the world with three words, "it is finished."

She is beautiful, beautiful in all the world and Heaven.

She may be tall and slender with Clearasil clear skin.  Her glossy naturally highlighted hair may tumble gracefully down her back and remind everyone of the shampoo commercials on TV.  She might even have eyes that remind one of round dazzling sapphires or emeralds.  Her beauty is reflected in the stillness of the puddles that dot the roads after a rainstorm, the shiny metal surface of a car door, and through the lens of a camera.  It is reflected most clearly in a mirror, but it shines the greatest in her creations.  She is an artist, an athlete, a scholar.  “Beauty is a primeval phenomenon, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature herself.”(Goethe)  The sparkle in her eyes is from the joy she finds in what she does.   Every note she plays is tinted with beauty, just as each brush stroke is as intricate and unique as her DNA.  Her motivation drives goals into the net.  The rushing wind doesn’t stop once it hits the back of the net; it continues on in her life and lifts her higher and higher.  It carries her gently through the subjects about which she is passionate; breathing life into each page and lifting the words off.  The wind pushes at her back.  Her beauty is reflected in her talent.

dearest,

    i wrote you a letter once, my dear, words drifting from mind through bloodstream and out of pen, floating onto paper in crooked not-quite-perfectly-slanted cursive.

   you did not write one back, my dear; you wrote me a song, gentlest notes flowing from your delicate vocal chords as thin and light and transparent as spiderwebs woven into sweet-minor-key harmonies.

    you deserve a thousand letters, my dear, thousands of light hellos and regretful goodbyes; you deserve a paper-crane cloud in orange and turquoise swirling around your head, sunlight filtering through crisp wings to turn your dark hair sunset-supernova-oranges and your soft, pale skin moon-through-water blue [you have always been one for contradictions].

    if you were not you, my dear, you would have been born as a cloud of dust floating through the air, capturing sunlight as if through gold; you would be the simple, everyday particles of not-quite-nothing that make me pause for a moment and watch the tiny universes swirl as i breathe [you have always made me see the brilliance caught up in wisps of mundanity].

    had you been anyone else, my dear, you would not have been beautiful. you are physically lovely, but any other spirit caught up in that body would have tamed your wild, wild hair and darkened your gently pale skin until it was unrecognizable. only you could live inside yourself and create a halo of unruly dark gleam to frame a moon-pale face and bring your eyes to life in supernova-moon-through-water-dust-mote sparkling light and dearest, those eyes lock onto mine and make me catch my breath, because, dearest, oh, dearest, you don't know how beautiful you are [because for all you see the beauty in mundanity, you cannot see the perfection in yourself].

A beautiful person is so much to the world

They are more than the perfect face

An unblemished sillhouette

And eyes that bore into one's soul

A beautiful person means much more than that

Their character must be as spotless as well

Generous and caring, concerned and full of laughter

But still 

A person can be beautiful

Without all of these things

Since actions speak louder than words

And they leave profound marks upon the world

Helping others and themselves

Because the fate of the whole world

Is much more important than one person's

Being beautiful on the outside

Is worth nothing

If the person is shallow or hollow

On the inside

A pretty face goes by without memory

If they are empty inside

And worry just about themselves

Unfortunately the world is not so selective

And only you can encourage true beauty

Inner, outer, and personality together

Make a truly beautiful person

“Pretty is something you are born with, but beautiful, that’s an equal opportunity adjective.” –Anonymous

Beauty. A simple word that holds so much meaning. A landscape can be beautiful during any season whether it is dappled in the reds and oranges of fall or it is soaked with the deep, but brilliant greens of spring. A house is beautiful with their stone siding and flower-gardened front yards. A girl likes being called pretty, but call her beautiful and it makes her day.
No matter who or what it is, everything holds some type of beauty. But the complicated thing about this word is that it isn’t something you see but rather something that you have to feel and sense. Beauty starts from within. You can be at the most popular national park in the United States and say it is beautiful. However, to really recognize its true beauty, you need to stop, listen and take it all in. Feel the wind through the trees, see the eagle soaring high in the sky and hear the water running in the rivers. That’s when you see the beauty. Or if you call someone beautiful and truly mean it, you are seeing into their heart and who they are as a person for who they are and where they are going, not for their looks or what they’ve done.
It’s a little word that can be a noun or adjective, but holds the power to create verbs. If someone sees the beauty that something could hold, they might strive to make that beauty come to life. Everyone has a little beauty in them, for some it is just harder to recognize it. Everyone wants to think of themselves as beautiful but, perhaps to see yourself as beautiful, you should learn the beauty in others.

I walk in, exasperated from lacrosse practice, sniffing in the wonderful food. “What’s for supper?” I ask. The woman looks up, her golden-copper glasses covering her twinkling blue eyes.
“Macaroni and cheese. I’m headed out to Zumba, though, so can you set the table?”
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They stand in glory

Walk in light

Before them bad

Takes hasty flight

They protect all

Guide the misled

But fair they are

For us they bred

They are above

And too below

They have no sadness

Need no woe

They will us aid

Through all our faults

Unending forgiveness

Their love never halts

I knew your sweet whispers
Would poison my mind,
And still, I listened.
They wrapped me in your icy logic
And left me to die
The death is slow
And agonizing
And every once in a while you pass by my dying body
And more pain explodes within my heart
The blistering heat
Of your fading presence
subsides quickly to my glacial woe
and I haven’t the time
to write in the ashes:
I loved you.
So before my heart stops beating
I take all of the energy I have
And I scream it out,
I scream it to the sky
And as it echoes off a cloud and I hear it
The light fades and everything goes black

I hope my dying breath
Dances in your ears each night
Telling you stories of innocence
Ripped apart by lies
I hope that last light in my eyes
Flashes through your mind every day
Because I know you were there
Watching me bleed out,
Watching your “play” come together
All I ever was to you
Was a memory
To melt upon the stage
Did you know,
That I was melting in your arms?
Did you know,
I was melting in your smile,
And your eyes
Your plan, my dear, failed
For before you got me upon the stage I was liquid

Never hide within thy self
For the light the soul is strong
And if you try to hide it,
You shall only be burned from the inside out,
And die a slow painful death.
You may say that, that is going to extremes
But I beg to differ,
Once someone knows you for a hidden soul
You die a little inside
And that pain grows with each person
And once you are only known for your hidden soul
Your soul has burned out inside and has left an empty shell
The only way to revive your soul
Is to spark your heart with love
Causing your soul to slowly gain it’s light
And with time your soul shall burn so brightly
That it is quite impossible for you to hold it in,
To keep it dimmed.
Now this process may seem all well,
But it is quite painful and tedious,
Fore that love shall only come when they can see your shriveled soul
Which can take years, and with that time your shell grows weaker and weaker.
Many have demised on that journey
Because they never found that love.
So let your soul shine bright
Throw the shade to the fire
And show the world who you are!

Beauty in Nature

The wind strikes my flesh
The sound of the birds, hugs my ears
The soil brushes my feet
The blue sky leads my dreams.
The clouds create my imagination.
Nature blossoms beauty in life.