Don’t Call it a Comeback…oh wait, please do.


I’ve discovered that I can get an app for WordPress. As a result I’ll be able to post with more frequency. Hopefully start building a following and actually make something of this blog. I look forward to hearing from all of you! If this is your first time here then please feel free. Stay awhile and smell the roses. (I mean read my poetry). I am not funny, deep or even all that good at writing but I am honest and I love words. I do try to always respond to  comments and likes ūüôā

Let’s have fun together!

Beauty Does Not Equal Worth


Ugly people exist, this is a simple fact that most people acknowledge mentally but never state except cruelly. But¬†there is something magical and powerful about walking past a profoundly ugly person, making eye contact and sharing a smile. It’s almost an expression of valor, a proverbial middle finger to the world, that declares their rejection of the monstrosity that is the conception of beauty in relation to worth.

That introduction made some people uncomfortable; after all it’s politically incorrect to call people ugly. Everyone is beautiful. Beauty is within. Unfortunately, this is all to steal a phrase from the British “barmy”, or crazy talk. Beauty is a social construct that is very much culturally defined. It changes with time and location and is exclusive, meaning that very few people are actually a match for the cultural ideal for beauty. Like any other means of classification; beauty falls on a bell curve, with very few perfect specimen¬†and very few hideous people. Most people would fall somewhere in the middle.

So why is it that we insist that everyone is beautiful? Everything seems oriented towards beauty, from the multi-billion dollar makeup industry to the advertisement for food. We have commodified beauty, going so far as to have super models modeling cars, electronics and even medicine.  How did beauty, a characteristic like intelligence and tendency to funny, so far outstrip its counterparts in importance? Because it is unarguably obvious that in our culture beauty and worth have become synonymous.

Therein lies the problem, somewhere along the lines we have confused beauty and worth and we have been made to believe that they are the same. This terrifying concept is being pushed at us through every possible medium, from the television shows we watch to to the books we read with beautiful protagonists and ugly antagonists to even the job market that prefers beautiful people to less attractive people, we have become consumed with beauty. It has so deeply permeated our psyche that research has proven that by virtue of being attractive people are more likely to be successful in life. As a result, people are forced to partake in harmful rituals and destructive habits in order to achieve some ideal beauty that realistically is never attainable.

I want to simply say this. Stop. It’s not going to be easy. Honestly,¬†I am as much a victim as anyone else, but we need to break the cycle. Beauty does not determine worth. It is OK to be not be a perfect 10. You may not be the most beautiful person in the world but you are worthy. You are a unique person and you add value to the world simply by existing. Stop trying to determine your worth with make up, diet pills and harmful practices and start defining your existence by the good you do and by the smiles you create by existing.

I want to add a disclaimer. I am not stating that we stop taking care of our bodies because beauty doesn’t matter. I do believe we should take care of our bodies simply for the health factor. My point is that beauty is not the only characteristic we should be focused on. Work out your mind and cut your excessive spending. Make up your relationships and paint smiles on peoples faces. Binge on education and discard bad habits. Learn the value of introspection and discover that this body we so treasure is only the a small part of who you are.

Worth is not something that you can buy or lose. You were born worthy and relevant and perfect and you will die the same. Let’s break the cycle of beauty and embrace our ugly selves with the knowledge that one characteristic does not a whole person make.

Life in Eternity


Life, when compared to eternity

is a sweet melody in the wind, half forgotten

before the notes finish playing,

it is a broken heart and rapturous smile,

a symphony of colors captured 

by the Master artist, life is art

transient and fleeting,

time flies faster that a ripple

in the deep pool that is forever and ever. 

Life, like earth is a tiny pinprick

of mountains and valleys and achingly beautiful sights

filled with Mt. Everest accomplishments

and Challenger Deep depression.

But even this, even earth’s majesty¬†

is swallowed into the greatness of space.

How much greater then when we are

consumed not by cavernous cold or oppressive darkness

but welcomed with crushing bear hugs into the warm

embrace of eternity at the side of the Creator?



Sometimes my poetry is too busy,

like my high school locker jam packed 

with random chaos and hormones. 

My words fly of the handle like I can’t

all storm and rage and emotion, emotion!

…emotion, less robot, more human

or at least that is what I think. 

Sometimes it is good to slow down, 

examine the journey and just exist simply. 

Simply exist, living simply in the moment. 

Sipping sweet tea through a straw while 

I look into your eyes and realize that life…

life is okay sometimes and your eyes are alive.

And being alive is beautiful, and warm and brown.

Like sugar, because I picked up this packet

of sweetness and I think you dropped your name tag.

Sometimes my poetry is simple

and sometimes that is enough to make me smile.