youarebeautiful
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People say it's weird that
I sit alone in a corner in a solitary silence
But my voice speaks the only
Answers my ears will hear
You who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive
First off, lemme just say this is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do
And least of all people, who would’ve thought it had to be to you.
You are the true definition of a ride or die
At the verge of losing control, a dagger, enters my chest, sent from his eyes, filled with indifference, one tear, no feelings, poison gushing from his lips—
Breathe.
They are iconic. Their hair is luscious. The texture? Perfect. Their eyes are captivating. The perfect shade. Their face is easy on the eyes. Feature? Perfect. Their body? Perfect. The kind that looks breathtaking in every outfit.
Geoffrey Chaucer once said,"it is a great evil to wed a poor woman,for the cost; and if she were rich of noble birth,then you say that it is a torment to suffer her pride and her Melancholy".It seems to me that this quote still resides in women'
Be true, be real, just be you.
I mean sure there’ll be fakes who bully you,
I’m myself and next thing I know
I’m being called a freak, but I don’t care cause I'm me
Just be you
Be true to yourself
Smiles are sunrises and spring flowers.
They rise and grow from the joys of life.
So smile.
And bring beauty into this world.
I don't owe you anything but my voice
And you don't owe me anything but your time
But please understand that if you are struggling in this life the trouble in your mind is no indication of weakness
I remember the way the filters made me look,
so beauiful and delicate, something looking brand new.
I rermember how the tilt of the camera changed the entire view,
We are advertised ideal appearances
Activate dejectment to our natural being
Exposed to others belief's and thoughts
It keeps us blind of what we are seeing
I have not always loved myself.
My hips are too big, my eyes are too small, my skin is too uneven, my thighs are too meaty, my hair is too curly, my teeth are too crooked,
Everyone is BEAUTIFUL.
FLAWLESS is unattainable;
as is PERFECTION,
GOD is the only being of Perfection.
He created us, in His Image;
So aren't we all Beautiful?
Beauty is measured by your soul,
I shake his hands,
Yet my toes are beneath where he stands.
He’s been stomping my toes for hours,
Pacing on them as he explains why his belief, should be ours.
Any longer and my toenails will fall off,
Fat. Ugly. Emo. Gay
we've all heard what the haters say.
they act so kind right to our face.
but then they talk crap once we're replaced
by yet another hater (who hasn't really seen)
She spoke loud and talks with a voice that unheard of
she spoke loud and theres no face revealed
Admire what you see
Mirror or none
For which everything that you see
Beauty is none
What makes things beautiful
Thoughts or emotions
Either one is powerful
But without people's creations
A girl is hiding, hiding behind that curtain
That curtain right there, I know I am certain
That is her, that girl hiding behind that curtain
She is shy and uncertain and bullied eveyday
there is something wrong in a world where we pour ourselves out to
strangers on the internet
but our best friends dont know our torment
and there is something wrong in a world where beauty is only skin deep
Herself in disguise
why doesn't she like what she sees?
Because i think she is beautiful, talented, and amazing yes indeed.
I guess it doesn't matter what i think...
What makes me, me?
Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet?
What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
It means something to go to college.
Whether it be to get an education or gain respect.
It means something.
Whether it be to make something of yourself or to grab attention.
It means something.
I was already broken when you found me,
A soft spoken girl who forgot who I could be.
Not a choice that I made, but one thrust upon me,
You go to school.
You get good grades.
You go to college.
You graduate.
You get a job.
You get married.
You have kids.
You retire.
You die.
Guaranteed success.
So what if I take up a little more room than the average person does
To me........that just means I'm a little more to love
Im just LIFESIZED
See I go in public they look and they stare
I am a work of art,
I am a masterpiece,
My curves are my definition,
that is what defines me.
The shape of my nose,
Deletion.
Every single one gone.
The memories are fading away.
No way of looking back into the past.
No young faces nothing but a faded thought.
Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
Happy
What Is It?
They say Its money
They say Its not money
What is Happy?
They say Its family
They say its marriage
What is Happy?
Is it light?
Is it dark?
I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now
My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts
I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces
I’ve known you for a while now
You and I are close friends
We’re best friends
I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman
People made fun of you
They hurt you
Shh. They can't hear you.
Shh. You can't talk about that.
Shh. What will everyone think?
Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It's always a good time for a drink.
Drank
Drunk
Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
We all have problems
So who are you to come at me
Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand
In spite of what you have come to "know"
We are the same, having a bad day
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak.
not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain.
I cant breathe.
I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Believe To Achieve
To Beleive You Must Achieve
Over Come Fears And Regrets
Stress Or Non-Stress
He said yo midget but I kept on walking
little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
All I wanna do is play,
But I'm watching the days pass away,
And although you don't give me toys to chew,
Master I will always love you,
You walk in the door and I'm happy,
Strings attached
Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares
I'm your puppet darling
Strings attached
Center with each, individual, socket
Words cannot express the emotion in my body
Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks
My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility
Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart
For what I feel it expresses in words
It is not scripted to what it must be
But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee
It dances to life with creativity
I come from a family that didn't have much
Seems like each day the road would get tough
The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up
Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
We live in a world where society rules most of us
We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds
We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
Writin' this for Power Poetry,
Hopin' that they notice me,
And I hope to see this scholarship,
Cause man these loans,
They make me sick,
Emptied pockets,
Dirt on the flowers
Smudges on the mirror
Scars on a face
Not all as they appear
Some turn and run
Others point and jeer
For what's on the outside
Is all there is to cheer
It's 12:10am as i write this
my darling insomnia fueling my abyss
feeling cool and calm as music fills the air
though as calm as i feel i can't ignore my thoughts
the thoughts that i can't bear
They call me 2 chairs
Alls i get is deep stares
Feelin like im commonly confused
Full of knowledge
I received
Rooted deep in earth
I didn’t have to travel
I am the inner cup
Half full kind of tree
I listen to remember
Listen to the wind
Who carries stories
Black and White, for some that is all there is
the stark constrast of good and bad,
right and wrong, rich and poor, thick and thin.
What ever happened to gray?
to shade, to shadow,
Don't call yourself fat
You have fingernails
But you are not fingernails
You have arms and legs
But you are not arms and legs
You have fat
But you are not fat
She's blonde and happy and amazing all the time but her seeking comfort once turned into a crime.
You see, when she walked into the school and couldn't hide her tears, she didn't do it for attention.
Society has a mindset, a mindset that you have to look like a photoshopped picture on a bilboard or magazine.
Lend me your ear my friend
And hear of a wonderous place
Where people are happy
And no one is hurt
There is no pain in this world
Only happiness and love
All love is equal and free
So I heard you’re claustrophobic
That you turned yourself into Peter Pan’s worst nightmare
sentient shadow no one can find
That must be pinned and confined
Don’t bend yourself
To fit the mold.
Break it; make it yours.
Be the person
You want to be.
Ignore their hateful scorn.
Step back and take
A look at yourself.
In the garden, in the shade,
I am a rose among weeds
Blossoming shyly and slowly
Quietly and alone
Aren’t you, young seedling,
More beautiful than I?
In the skies, in the dusk and dawn,
Look into my eyes.
I want you to see, sweet angel,
That it's okay,
Not to be okay.
I know you are sad,
broken.
I am too.
I want you to smile,
Because you are perfect.
Although I'm not white
there's a chance that I just might be your type
If you give me a chance
I'll broaden your view on romance
I don't want to be your date
Just don't want you to discriminate
I am just a mutation of the monstrosity we coined society. I see the knife as it flays at my waist; my skin rejoicing at the idea that soon, SOON I can fit into those jeans he told me I would look good in. I worry for my sister, for all the girls
She has beauty on the outside but not on the inside,
She believes herself ugly, though she knows that it's not right.
The scale tells her 103 but she needs 99,
The longer she goes on she loses beauty on the outside.
Good Morning, my Beautiful.
Good Morning my Sweet.
My love of my life,
How I long to meet.
To hear your Beautiful Voice
To see your Beautiful Face
To kiss your Beautiful Lips
Size, shape, and color don't matter.
Be grateful and smile.
Love them the way they are, please don't judge.
Look into their personality
That's reality
Love is blind so they say,
the comments and looks seem to make me disagree
what price does your skin tone pay?
Judged because your Asian, White or Brown,
I thought we were all brother and sister.
The world turns its back
But the stars still shine
When did we start hating
All of man kind
Wrong kind of skin
Wrong kind of mind
Wrong kind of love
But a love that is mine
Alright so
Sticks and stones wont break my bones
but this razor surely scars me.
Let it, let it
roll of your back
let it, let it
stay for a sneak attack
Born in an egg already cracked
Some say it’s a flaw
Others sigh and say never
This crack is indented in my soul
How am I supposed to know
Which is right, and which is wrong
Burning
I shouldn’t be burning.
I’m water, wild and free.
Fire can’t even touch me
Without sizzling and dying.
So why am I burning?
DAMNIT!
Baby, stay with me!
Nonono! NO! Stay awake!
The echo in my ear of all the hurt and pain, from the time I was younger and more I had to gain. All that I kept inside and I can't seem to get out, it's like a stomach full of words I want to shout.
I saw a stranger on the street one day,
He came over and asked if I wanted to play.
I said yes, and we went to the park.
We played all day until it was dark.
And when we were done,
I need to look like this
I need to look like that
Is whats being sold
It's what you are told.
But what you don't understand
I will deal with, at your hands
Nothing will be defended.
Your grimaces, painful half glimpses,
Bring sorrow to every fragile piece of me.
If I should shatter, I’d cut your skin.
Make you remember you’re only human.
You used to smile at me years ago,
My cheeks are rosie when I giggle
My eyes smile when I'm happy
When you see me my eyes turn away
My ears hear laughter in the distance
My heart aches at the sight you see
They say I'm ugly.
They say I'm stupid.
then what am I?.
Do I not belong here in this world?
I cry because the stuff you all say,I hold back tears because I here it everyday.
I dont want to blend in with your high society
I would have too quit without my variety
Your world is insane
Its nothing but a mind game
What you want to see
What you want them to be
Every girl was born with a face of porcelain
and heat of pedals.
Anyone can see that is beautiful,
without a male to announce it.
She spends five hours getting ready
Knowing all her hard work is for naught
For by the time she gets to her locker she will be tripped
Into a reality that feels a nightmare
The names she can handle
(poems go here) Many people fear change.
They fear the vulnerability.
They fear the need to adapt.
They fear the lesson that they may learn.
It is frightening to be new, to be out of your element,
Dazed and aloof, I twirled a strand attempting to appear like I had an ounce of care
Until I realized how much I despised having to pry my hand from this nappy, untamed hair
Is it wrong that I just hate so many of my parts
I defy to listen to the words to listen to the herd to let my peers
Be heard to these ears I alone control. I let myself join those who do not partake in the teasing,
The hurt, the disrespect
Why do we have all of this?
No one knows why.
Why do we listen?
No one knows why.
Why should they tell us?
No one knows why.
Why do we do this?
No one knows why.
Why don't we stand up?
I am only one.
I walk through the halls
Looking for support
From someone,
From anyone.
No one looks,
No one listens,
No one cares.
The taunting and name calling continue
No matter what anyone says, you are beautiful.
You can do whatever you set your mind to.
You are strong.
Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough.
You are going to be successful, despite the hard times.
You ask me as if you care what I say,
But in the end, I know you'll want it your way.
My thoughts and feelings mean nothing to you,
As society sees it, nothing important is true.