Confused kid


Have you ever wondered, what is the meaning of beauty
Some think its something that entices the eyes
Something that no sight can ignore, with a gaze moves the soul
A pleasant occurrence that one can only find in life

But even in inanimate objects I found divine like beauty
As a child I cherished a certain piece of cloth and had my favorite stick
their loss still hunts me now, not with nightmares just a slight taste of regret
I should have been more vigilante, I sometimes think of them as an adult

Some think its a special connection with the individuality of a specific soul
A reflection of a kindred emotion, we absorb from mediums of art
How the music calms your pulse as your mind synchronizes to the beat
Or the fantasy you secretly enjoy while looking in the eyes of Mona Lisa

Or is it something everlasting like divinity or the heavenly gift of immortality
Like rebirth, transformation, change engulfed in the endless circle of time
Or the innocence of a virtuous woman, or the deep admiration of your first love
Or something just nice to see, a very pleasant unique feeling

After many hours of deep thinking I came to completely no conclusion
I think beautiful is just beautiful, undescribable, unique in itself,
you just know when you encounter it kind of word
Upon I can't define it, happiness is beautiful anytime I feel it


  • Poetic Dan

    Beautifully done!

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  • FredPeyer

    Very well penned, c k!
    Beauty IS in the eye of the beholder, no matter what anybody else thinks.

    • Confused kid

      Thank you

      • Confused kid

        Ya beauty can't be defined or the beholder can know it

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