BeautyPollution’s Profile

who is beautiful pollution?
That would be me:The rest will explain why and how it came about long ago,
This is my pen name I usualy go under when I let my words flow. How I came upon this name well here it is......
RANDOM:
"a long time ago someone told me i was the random...
and it has carried in many forms...
it speaks for who i am and would legally change my name to random if i didnt hate court rooms...
so sabrina there comes a time in an artists life when things change.
i dub thee
A Beautiful Pollution.
i can not put into words why i feel that is a good pen name for you other than it just fell out of my mind. Because in my room our love is a verb; lonely
i also wrote a poem called a beautiful pollution a while back so here it is "

A beautiful pollution
The taste of who I am now seems beautiful through the design of understanding
My hands tied by anothers lapse to show their heart a dishonest commanding
So onward I must travel standing still keeping love in mind minding my love
If I have fallen I would not notice not never know because I was never above
Who you choose to become is what unties the undone, seething words my tongue
Hope you know who you are, so many, just please forget what you have done
Eyes have their own machine master seeing if I could lose, so could I of won
I fucking loved you, now I know you still its love but 2 now is forever one…
-random


The above is from random, a truly intoxicating human. My favorite poet. A friend who was blinded by so much more than he should of been. He never needed to be, everything he ever asked for he already had and never relized it. At one time this friend was my muse (somedays he still is)...he pulled me out of my depression and put a spark back into my artistic mode for that I thank him. I just wish his passion would have over ran his ego and other things. So I give him kudos for lighting the fire I needed to continue on my creative path. We made beautiful music togeather. Our friendship, lust, (my obsession) was better than any song or poem combined I thought it was the ultimate high.

I have found a new muse....this will remain unexplained. Because it is almost nothing like the above, but has givin me endless ideas. The last poems,rotten friend particals, wizard of cause, and quiet screams are babies made from my new muse. You can tell my words are different than before I mean my poems years ago before: random... then my muse, random vs. the new muse "unnamed unexplained" my styles are so very different will in my eyes at least.