A description of beauty...

I stare blankly into space, all the time.
I read the cereal box.
I get excited like a five year old when i go out places.
I love things that I'm absolutely no good at.
I stand in the rain because i like the way it smells.
I buy things because i want them and then forget why.
I stop for turtles.
I still look for shapes in the clouds...all the time.
I can't watch TV and talk on the phone at the same time.
I would argue with a wall.
I talk in circles that most people don't understand.
I can't remember what was said 5 minutes ago.
I tell stories all the time, but most of them don't have a point.
I love to read but it gives me headaches, so i don't.
I hate my hands.
I would live in the water if i could.
Sometimes i write, just because i have paper.
The first thing i notice about people is their eyes.
When the clouds get really dark-right before a thunderstorm-it makes me smile.
I'm really clumsy but i have good balance.
I could live off of burnt bologna.
When i start thinking too hard, i can burn toast.
I'd rather not wear pants.
I act like I'm tough, but I'm really tender-hearted.
I love without inhibitions.
I fall asleep really easily and can sleep for days.
I believe in people.
I sometimes stare at the night sky to watch the stars move.
When i have a camera i take pictures of nothing.
I love to go camping, but i never do.
When i blow my nose-i sound like an elephant.
I can't get enough cheese.
I absolutely loathe tennis shoes but i love feet.
I love anything that sparkles.
There's no such thing as too many kisses.
I would kill for a set of real pearls.
I'd rather eat cold food.
I have a reoccurring dream that i am a super hero.
I am a big fan of surprises.
I want to be a photographer, or a surgeon, or a writer.
I want to fall asleep under the stars before i die.
I laugh...a lot...probably more than i should.
I am a realist, not a romantic-but i love romance.
I can find beauty in almost anything.
I would rather die than wear purple.
I have OCD,
and
I'm a mess,
and
People call me crazy,
and
Sometimes i don't know whether I'm coming or going.
But i wouldn't change for anything.

Author's Note

Everyone's a critic...take a whack.

Reviews

I can't really criticise something like this... It's written about you and your qualities, and it's not down to me (or anyone else) to say what's wrong or right about it. Though, you certainly come across as friendly, so I don't think you'll meet to many people who won't like you.

Just make sure to capitalise your I's.

[emmajoy]

THIS IS WONDERFUL... and some of what you've said rings a bell with me! You're a free, real, sincere person and, you like you... and so you should.

Some of the lines are great.. 'I stand in the rain because i like the way it smells. / I buy things because i want them and then forget why. / I stop for turtles. / I still look for shapes in the clouds...all the time.'

' I believe in people. / I sometimes stare at the night sky to watch the stars move. / When i have a camera i take pictures of nothing.'

Sorry, but I chose those cos I understand.

This is a wonderful post, it really is. Don't stop writing even if you do become a surgeon!

[kollaboratyve]

You are perfectly normal,so very kool. You named so many things that I have did, saw, said, and lived. I 'm glad you decided to be yourself in this poem. I love to be in the corner of those who fight not to be put in a corner. This poem is very liberating. It take the weak and makes them strong,and the strong and makes them weak. I love the imagery,tone ,style and rhythm. It smell like roses in the winter time and pain in the bowl of pleasure. I guess I could say more than what I have said. So let me just end this by saying YOU ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!

[Miss Shea]

I like this. A written self portrait, painted beautifully with words like a picture would never be.

I like how you've included flaws, never claimed perfection, never compared yourself to anyone else. It's a good, short, autobiographical overview. No life story, no major detail. Complexity turned into a simpler description. :]

Keep Writing!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

This poem reminds me a little of myself and a lot of my husband and son. Good job. Oh and welcome