Say something beautiful.?

Question

Use all your powers of description to knock me off my feet.

Answer 1

Old age, I decided,
is a gift.
I see in my future, probably
for the first time in my life,
the person I have always
wanted to be.


Oh, not my body!
I sometimes despair
over what my body is doing...
the wrinkles,
the baggy eyes,
and the sagging butt.

And often I am taken aback
by that older person that
lives in my mirror,
but I don't agonize over
those things for long.

I would never trade
my amazing friends,
my wonderful life,
my loving family
for less grey hair or
a flatter belly.


As I've aged,
I've become more kind to myself,
and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend.
I'm a lot less critical of others ,too.

I don't chide myself
for eating that extra cookie,
or for not making my bed,
or for buying that silly
brass & glass dragonfly that I didn't need,
but looks so avant-garde
in my garden.

I am entitled to overeat,
to be messy,
to be extravagant.
I have seen too many
dear friends leave this
world too soon;
before they understood
the great freedom
that comes with aging.

Whose business will it be
if I choose to read or play
on the computer until 4 a.m.
and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to
those wonderful tunes
of the 60's & 70's, and if I,
at the same time, wish to
weep over a sad memory...
I will.

I will walk the beach
in a swim suit that is
stretched over a bulging body,
and will dive into the waves
with abandon if I choose to,
despite the pitying glances
from the bikini set.

They, too, will get old.
It just doesn't seem all that bad to me.


I know I am sometimes forgetful
and that may get worse with time.
But there again, some of life
is just as well forgotten
and I eventually remember
the important things.


I now know to cherish
those childish giggles
and the herd of "little feet" stampeeding through my home,
because, some have moved on
and I miss them sometimes.

Sure, over the years,
my heart has been broken.
How can your heart not break
when you lose a loved one,
or when a child suffers,
or even when a beloved pet
gets hit by a car?

But broken hearts are what
give us strength and
understanding and compassion.
A heart never broken is
pristine and sterile
and will never know the joy
of being imperfect.

I am so blessed
to have lived long enough
to have my hair turning grey,
and to have my youthful
laughs be forever etched
into deep grooves on my face.

So many have never laughed,
and so many have died
before their hair could turn silver.
I can say "no", and mean it.
I can say "yes", and mean it.

As you get older,
it is easier to be positive.
You care less about
what other people think.
I don't question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right
to be wrong.

So, to answer your question,
I think I'll like getting old.
It may set me free.
I like the person I have become.
I like who I am becoming.

I am not going to live forever,
but while I am still here,
I will not waste time lamenting
what could have been,
or worrying about what will be.
but will continue
to rejoice in what was
and what each daily gift brings me.

Answer 2

Say something beautiful.

The most beautiful thing in life is the things we take for granted such as, the way just before the hush of night falls over the earth you have the smallest glimmer of the red orange glow of the sunset shining through the nearby tree. How every season passes with out a warning and how each one that passes we wish we could have back. How in the spring the leaves gracefully grow and we watch every thing renew and how each day the sun seems just a little bit brighter. How in the summer every memory that one could ever obtain or can recall seems to just fall into the right and perfectly placed moments those moments that seems to help us ease our selves into the fall. And how falls breath breathes wondrous sights and fills the air with a different kind of newness the thoughts of school and children laughing and jumping in piles of leaves and how everything is brightly coloured and life is slowly speeding up. And the winter how every person seems joyous and how lively things are, how the snowflakes stick to your tongue and mittens and how the cold turns noes red and how every child and adult (secretly) wants to hear Santa's sleigh bells and the beautiful cycle starts again and we as humans renew slowly.

Answer 3

I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a women. I hid it. Perhaps I won't be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I'm writing it on toilet paper.

I was born in Nottingham in 1980, and it rained a lot. I passed my number eleven bus and went to girl's Grammar. I wanted to be an actress.

I met my first friend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the pickled rabbit fetus in its jar, listening while teacher said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't.

In 2002 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled in college. My mother said I broke her heart.

London. I was happy in London. In 2001 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour.

It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I'd go to the Club, but I was stand-offish and didn't mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted gay sex. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that.

Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 2032 I starred in "The Salt Flats." It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine's Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life.

In 2010, there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody.

In 2011, they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I'd seduced her. I didn't blame her. God, I loved her. I didn't blame her.

But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn't live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . .

They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can't feel my tongue anymore. I can't speak.

The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody.

I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one.

An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

I don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me, and I don't know who you are, but I love you.


I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.

Answer 4

firstly u have to look good if you want to be knocked off your feet. Go do the changes and come back again in 1 hour.

Answer 5

Women

Answer 6

MAD
My Adorable Darling

Answer 7

To different individuals, it is her sexiness. But for me, (despite the fact that I'm a woman too) I do not care if they're lovely what is major is the within angle of the girl. I'm watching for a person that is well within now not external...

Answer 8

Ok. I will Try my best but its from my point of view. Hope you like.

"You are standing wiht your Dreamgirl on a Hill full of greenary and variety of flowers, from where you can have a inspirational view like fresh sun and sunlight, Cool Sea View (As shown in Peter Pan's Netherland), cool breeze etc. A fully no mans land. Pleasuring rain with soft air is on. You and your dreamgirl, both are in full white clothing and fully wet in rain. You are holding your dreamgirl in your arms (hugging her) and kissing her softly while both are ignoring the whole damn world and losing yourselves in your own beautiful world."

Hope you like this. Best of Luck. Thanks. ;)

Answer 9

My entire life is but a speck in the eternity of time, whereas being with you makes a mere second into an eternity of rapture.

Answer 10

Cellar Door.