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Brilliance personified

herself  She wasn't the thing she saw herself as a dark, bad, selfish, manipulating shadow of whom she is That glint,  the precious metal shining through the layers of hurt, of self doubt, of blame, catching the shimmering sunlight  trying to be the person his faith told her she should be Hiding from judgement hiding the beauty from herself that I saw, from the beginning Its the eyes that can't hide it, full of pain, of loss, of hurt, yet bubbling up at a moment circles of colour, or uniqueness, lips lifting into a joyous laugh,  skin catching that in a flush of otherworldly abandon, not otherworldly  ethereal from another age, another life, past, future

Normalist and abnormality

 Normality Bound in societal norm, Do this this way, don't do that, Wear this, do your hair like that this....that Life and living determined by abstract views, ethereal preconceptions of normality a glance, a snigger, a full on stare, cruel words,  cutting words rejection of the person, in more than person, but also in words, deeds and thoughts at least we are not like that....like that abnormality like that outlier that unique once self assured person who is now empty, alone and lonely normality, a crutch that changes daily, and a sword to cut the legs from the unusual, to make the normal feel normal 
 Promotion Blue and white, draped across the town, excitement swells days before, expectation, hope, dress for battle,  walk into the coliseum of noise, singing, chanting, with hope and desire feet fly, bodies whip round, some fall, others stretch for the round ball Eruption as it crosses the line...1-0 Can the day get any better ? yes, its 2-0 and the looks of expectation have turned into smiles of happiness,  hoping its history in the making drought of activity into the second half  continues, with no change stewards emerge, Canute like, to hold back the tide of people, poised to rush  and greet their heroes with wild abandon seemingly out of the blue another foot drives the ball 3-0 and the stadium erupts the ball flies, and the whistle goes Promotion finally let the party continue

Painting

 A Painting Blank canvas, calling out, begging to be clothed in paint, colours spilling across its surface, swirling around, finding routes across the surface, building banks that grow, as the blues and greens conjoin lifting off the tightly interweaved, white strands The paint and brush contend with each other each trying to create their own story finishing in a mix of dramatic and subtlety complete but not

Sunshine reaches

 Sunshine Prickling the skin of the air, peers over the edge of the sky, beyond suggesting heat, warmth stretch, reach for warmth wrap around and pull against, feeling the heat of the sun speckling against skin legs softly reach breath catches eyes catch as they open, taking in the vista no ending or beginning of sheets and limbs peace, home, relax
 swirling another achievement annoying all around but, because being behaviourally baseless can catch contrary concerns  doubly dominating dusk doubtlessly doomed effortlessly energetic, enough, ending, evermore fuck fumbling for fun, for fraught finding get going, great bumptious, great  harper, happy ? hurrumpfh  in india indigo indiosyncracies instil idiocy inside just jumping knowing kidding knowledge loving life, loving living, lustrous my mischievous monster nearly nervously naming  or obviously obnoxious please pathetic pom quickly rarely staidly, studiously, summerly till union, until verily vivacious victims wish X-rays ,  yell zombie

Sunshine waking

 Summer at one Summer sun, reflections flitting across eyes wakes them up, and lifts the day, above the joint act into the mouth smiling, stretching feline enwrapped in the blankets cool air tickles the skin lifting into bumps, small and large daze lifts the haze up coffee read