beauty
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Tocaré todas las campanas
Para tu cumpleaños
Saldré de mis bolsillos
Bonitas joyas de las hermosas calas.
I am Earth; I am a life form that can live forever.
My formation is a spectacle to behold.
I am the most beautiful planet in the constellation.
From my soil, humans were taken.
Meu amor quando você sai
Quando você vai embora
É minha lua indo embora
É meu sol desaparecendo
Eu não como
I wish i could stop the butterflies
flooding my stomach and stinging my heart
are they bees?
the sweet and sour sensation
i love to feel
the sting reminds me
that i cant say
To me you're the sun,And you're right that it's fun,Now in exactly the way that you'd think.Like stretching out just right,In a puddle of light,With a snack, a book, and a drink.
Femme, tu étais si belle. Tu étais si jolie
Tu étais si polie, si jeune et pleine de vie
Tu étais si magnifique. Tu étais si gentille
Mulher, você era tão linda. Você era tão bonita
Você foi tão educada, tão jovem e cheia de vida
Você era tão linda. Você foi tão legal
I should have said no when that woman invited me to the meeting.
Darling, I did not expect to meet you there and fall in love with you.
I regret that I have to say this, but I honestly wish I did not know you.
"She's skinned in night portray. Only the light comprehend her. They said she's
beauty, and
power, for the
treasures hidden
underneath her skin, of no measure, she kin with pleasure.
Her mind make
It is your style
It is your smile
It is the charisma
It is the aroma
Eu vejo
Sua beleza em seu sorriso
Sua beleza em seus olhos
Sua beleza em sua cadência
Veo
Tu belleza en tu sonrisa
Tu belleza en tus ojos
Tu belleza en tu cadencia
Tu belleza en tus fragancias.
I see
Your beauty in your smile
Your beauty in your eyes
Your beauty in your cadence
Your beauty in your fragrances.
Querida, eu acordo nesta linda manhã de abril
Tão forte quanto um leão cativo, mas apenas uma coisa
Que me preocupa: você está longe de mim e da minha ilha
I see your face each and every day,
Familiar, comforting, peaceful, beautiful,
I remember you in days gone by,
A lifetime it feels has hurried on,
We have and will grow old together,
Es una hermosa mañana de primavera.
Solo hay unas pocas nubes grises en el cielo.
Mujer, eres el amor de mi vida y sabes que te amo.
Tu apariencia atractiva me agrada mucho.
Permitirme poner una flor en tu cabello.
Her drive follows the rev of the wind
Her faith and love, the wave and tide of the sea.
Planets teem to her company when ecstasy calls
She knows the chronicle of his madness.
Absolute breathe in the dawn of effervescence
Sweet fluidity of ecstasy perfectly perfumed
In the lap of silence
Running in fantastic lines
Agreeing with the magical future
In the embrace of miraculous now
We dream to heal
Life will be wholesome again
Today I decided to bring the maker into everything
He was the one who installed me in everything
how can I keep him from anything
it's either him or nothing.
The world is born in the sky
The end is at the breath of the sea
Each dream on the waves is taking high a star at a time
Singing waters sweetly save the world
With each glee of ready drops to sing along
Out there, there is a beauty of a world
Shocks made pulses of her beauty
Each throb tenderly sweet from Earth’s syrupy bosom
Around Earth's Loins of infinite fruity bloom
Her valves feed seeds of the sky to keep both hips
Once more great four around numbers of fierce giants
Hart’s heart stops
Hart’s art lives after him
Hope unendingly bleeds through veins and channels
Hart’s home is the muse
Fine taste of life wakes in palms daily
Full seasons soon explore their chance to purpose
Days joy charmed her to merry
Never have I found curves and curls spin to glory
Every course of aura sailed to eternity
You're youngYou're strongTime will crumbleTime will humbleYou, You and you.
You're beautifulYou're powerfulTime will fadeTime will get ridOf you and you.
With all the suffering and fighting
And all the pain in this world
You left this earth
And despite all of the broken dreams
Despite all of the struggles and burdens
Despite all of the weight of this world
Daisy and I were optimistic dreamers.
We fell for each other when we were young.
Love blazed like a fire in our hearts.
Roses bloomed and birds sang on our wedding day.
We promised to grow old together,
I am not going to wait for you to get illOr to die to send you bouquets of flowersRight now is the time to make you feelThat you're loved amid the rain showers.
When a woman loves youYou can do nothing wrongYou can charm her with a songFrom you, she hardly needs a few.
When a woman loves youThe world looks beautifulEverything is wonderfulWhen she adores you.
Sleep muffles me, it’s like thinking through cotton
The air fills with burning gold, the ruddy sky blooming
“Why must I do this?” I think as I hit the snooze button
Mulher, mulher, oh doce mulher
Meu amor, meu berço, meu começo
No meu pequeno diário
Todo dia é um dia feliz
Você é minha alma, meu pilar
If you plant the seeds of loveYou'll reap gorgeous flowers of loveIf you spray the seeds of hateMany plants and treesWill blossom flowers of hateAnd you won't like the fateNobody enjoys death and miseries
Es una otra primavera
Es una nueva temporada
Un otro día de lluvia ligera cayendo
Un otro día medio soleado otra vez
Walking with the crowd, alone and down,That's what happens when you are not able to be found. Emptiness resides inside, silence becomes vibrant,sometimes I become a clown, or just get drowned,And happiness is nowhere to be found. Smiles resist e
If you're writing about girlsYou're talking about gorgeous pearlsHappy love is in the air. If you're dreaming being in heavenThis time of the year, you need no reasonTo yearn being in love. If you're hearing melodious musicYou must be feeling very
A pretty pink caterpillar plays her part perfectly
She knows what’s expected of her
Though sometimes she wonders…
What if she doesn’t want to be pretty and pink?
My friends, the most beautiful poems
Written with sweet words are surprisingly new
My saying is not to bugger neither Alfred de Musset
Betty M. White was an ingenuous comedian
A hilarious lady and a great actress
However, this classy quasi-centenarian
Was ahead of her time. Nobody could mess
Sunny Days
Ice cream
Long bike rides.
Giggles ringing through the air.
It was fun.
A time of simplicity where worries were few and far between.
El color es irrelevante
A mí
Es la belleza natural
Que es absolutamente
Deslumbrante e importante
A mí
Color is irrelevant
To me
It is the natural beauty
Which is absolutely
Dazzling and important
To me
My mind is full of bittersweet memories,
Memories of the first time I saw you,
Memories of the sultry look in your eyes,
Memories of the feeling you gave me
The memories of you will never go away
Why limit oneself to a single colorWhen one can enjoy all the colors of the rainbow?Look up and gaze at the stars. The clouds are lowBut only two colors are breaking the door.
I met with her in a field of blooming wildflowers.
She stood there in her sky-blue dress
Amongst the sage,
And primrose,
Bluebonnet and paintbrush,
Dandelion,
And the tiniest white lilies.
So there you go
You finally got your wings
You’re as free as a pigeon in a parking lot
Blue-grey
with just a hint of shimmer
Fluttering aloft for only moments
Before settling back onto the pavement
i saw a little leaf to whirling in the wind,didn't want to fall from the treebut the leaf keeps falling over,i prop it up, it falls again .At the end, the heartbroken leafleaves a tear when it falls
After time,people will say,in those years, we lost the meaning of we,we lost the sense of universalityfound ourselves prisoners into ego,in a long soliloquyand the infinite life reduced to i,
The moon resembles a fat, golden doveperched on the dark horizon—wings stick out of the clouds.
A sweet girl from Rema stole my heart
I met her one day at the car mart
Her beauty was like a work of art
She was very kind to me at the start
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ROMANTIC EMOTION
Only the eyes 👀 of realist could see the intensity of such beauty in her. I see beyond facial expression. See--- those teeth creates romantic emotion.
#C9_fm
Happy as a butterfly
Smart as a bee
The sugar to my tea
You were there for me
You watched me grow
And begged me to dance
As I jumped for the stars
From my heels to my tippy toes
Of Course Nature PLUNDERS...
And Can Be THUNDEROUS... !!!
But It’s Also... WONDROUS... !!!!!
And Is Clearly Something That Helps Us To LIVE... !!!
So To Go AGAINST That’s Clearly NOT A Wise Plan... !!!
The third and last poem in my final project assigned under the ELA 12 poetry unit.
Dated 10/22/2019
Shifting shallows, Shifting shadows
in the shallow deep
Salt from my soul seeps through to swim with her
sadness...
It is a transcendenceof space and time.A place to dieand be bornand liveand learnand lose and gain.
Home
Wherever I go,
I take with me a home
that I don’t need to tow;
It’s mind and heart and bone.
Every minute I discover
with beautiful words, we glow
like water makes a plant grow.
with a little mistake,
we're forever scarred,
like that flower in your backyard,
exhausted, worn out, dull.
when we can no longer take
For decades, society’s idea of beauty has been a high culture of cherry picked aesthetics of how to look, how to think, how to feel, and how to act.
The waters of Chenab sing of peace
The valley of Chitral heals my mood
I live on peaks of the mighty Rakaposhi
The woods of Kumrat are my friends of solitude
ELECTRONIC SENSATION
Somewhat astonishing, sort beauty, pride of humanity. Fresh and fly.
Electronic sensation, 'gaped' That posture, exclusive structure.
Lad's reveries on mountain-toplet memories escape nonstop.Astir from dream-mares wogging pate,fog's arms around his slack slow gait.
She has
arrived, she’s
beautiful,
scarred,
humbled,
and wise.
Most of all
this
woman is alive.
She walks
with a
hint of pride, but
not too
proud
True
feeling is as a deep well you can't run outta affection. To the
shark of my heart Yur the dream I just woke up from, yet the
vision I just ken. If wishes come true I'd wish to choose you
Sanely
baby, and certainly you're that which my heart ♥ craves.
My soul
traveling on the highway reaching you. My original copy
This
Lovecraft is unstoppable. For the sparkles✨in your eyes
dazzle.
She has arrived, she’s beautiful, scarred, humbled, and wise.
Most of all this woman is alive.
She walks with a hint of pride, but not too proud to admit her missteps.
Mistakes and lessons dance in harmony a 2-step.
Autumn flowers
Flowers withered by the march of time and season
Yet I find it very vivid to my heart and reason
Displayed in plain, on the table - a craft made
Where the wandering of my pen is inlaid
Some say beauty is only skin deep
Your person shows that yours is more
So when you lay your head to sleep
Know you’re beautiful to your very core
Ya Know... It’s A Beautiful Mind...
That Provides Clever Rhymes...
About Life And Mankind...
That Are Wise And Refined...
Sweet Septemberbringing with her autumnbrightening the colorsmaking the world colorful. A month to harvesthoney and cornand flowers in bloom. A month devoted toThe Mother Maryand month for the Holy Rosary. Sweet Septemberthe seventh month in a Gre
True love is much better than diamonds and emeralds
It is far more beautiful than a garden full of natural flowers
.
You promised to love each other for as long as you both live,
I want to tell the stars that I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for the nights I couldn't see.
The nights they couldn't see me.
Jealous clouds often hiding their beauty.
I'm sorry for the nights I stared,
Dinda’s mom took me to visit her on a windy afternoon.
She was lying there on her back looking so lifeless.
I quickly walked over to her bedside and looked at her.
And I pressed my knees hard against the mattress.
The most beautiful lady refused my love.
I saw her looking at me provocatively.
My heart leapt when I beheld such beauty.
She showed signs of affection for me.
And I anxiously want to speak to her.
I was standing there alone
Nobody called my phone
You came into view
And I didn’t know what to do
My mind just blew
I was speechless when I saw you
You resembled a girl I knew
Conocí a una chica hermosa el verano pasado.
Ella vive en un pueblo tranquilo en Haití.
Su encanto y sonrisa iluminan la mañana.
Esta noche veré a mi prometida.
Estoy tan emocionada cuando ella está cerca de mí.
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Mia holds herself in the darkness of inexperience.
She is a young, chaste sister of the Catholic faith.
He has been admiring her since she attained puberty.
She stares at him whenever he passes the convent.
.
You are what words can't describe
Your beauty makes flowers
Your voice makes music
You a rock in my world,
yet so soft like raindrop
You a river that flow in essence and softness
Why do I have this rare love?
I can’t forget the life I had with her
The remembrance of her obsesses me
I keep recalling the love I once knew
.
Darling, you’re my beautiful rose.
I’m so proud to walk around with you.
You’re the most gorgeous flower of nature.
God created you especially for me.
.
Sweet Chantal, you’re as beautiful as an angel.
I think heaven is where you really belong.
You’re too perfect for a terrestrial being.
I wonder if you’d love a reserved boy like me.
The stage
Where smoothly stuttering movements
Are their own brand of finesse,
Is the stage upon which I wish to waltz
For the rest of my
Audaciously authentic,
Dazzling days.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
You’re not thin, pretty or tall.
What I show you
Makes you feel small.
My aim is to break you
Once and for all.
My reflecting face in the mirror
Reflects your face in my eyes
When I feel your shadow occupying my lonesome
I can feel the lows and highs
I have no distinct poetic agenda
Upon the earth I wonder,
With a curious mind that can't help but linger
They birth thoughts that haunt me
breeze like soft hands brushing hair out of my eyes
dandelion seeds float through the sun-bathed sky light as feathers
soft earth below my feet is humble and grounding
beauty is perpetually imperative to my existence.
i pride myself on the fact that i can view even the ugliest things as breathtaking and groundbreaking,
I don't think they will ever fully understand how special you are.
In the darkest night, you stand out like the brightest star.
You are beauty described, joy defined:
You are sweet, cheerful, friendly, and kind.
Amaka,
you would have been a topic for debate in Academy and Lyceum
A subject of intellectual discourse amongst those who sought after the hearts of Aristotle and Plato
They ask me, the ones that are curious/“Hey, where’d you get that scar from?”/I sometimes have to take a step back, pause, and just look at exactly which scar they’re asking about/Can they see the ones beneath my skin?/Our largest organ is our ski
A passing thought while strolling through the dale.
With their limbs , on hikes , I’ve bumped my head.
Roots caught my boot ,on the floor splayed I spread.
Passing glancing, perhaps giant nemesis they were.
Make it stop. The rasping of my heart.
The uneven breathing that manages to escape.
I don’t like the dark.
As the rain slips from the roof, a soft pitter-patter.
I reach out my hand—emptiness, is that you?
Let my garden be a song to you,
When dawn wakes the bird to praise.
Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
Let my garden be a song to you,
When dawn wakes the bird to praise.
Let the woodpecker hammer out your glory!
We enter your home.
The Lord in Spirit ,
Inside my beating heart,
And wish you peace.
The troubled world surrounds us.
But we have and advocate,
He has overcome the world.
Did we design the seed?
The little grain of Hope.
Did we comand to grow?
The little sprout of Faith.
Did we create the Light?
The ray that makes it grow.
Did we command the rains?
Do You Ever Take The Time To Just Recline …
And FEAST Your Eyes On … " The Sky At Night " … ?
Last Night I DID And It Was Quite A Trip … !!!!!
What shines brighter under the scorching sun than the soft, clear, glossy dark skin of my African lady; Adebusola
The world looks up at her,
She shines, supernova, stardust.
Spectacular in her grace.
Watch her as she tiptoes,
Dancing, gliding, glowing.
My constellation, my muse,
My zodiac.
I grew up being told I was beautiful.
Typical white beauty.
"Oh, you better watch out when you're older, the boys will be breaking down the door."
I grew up thinking I was beautiful,
Nobody can see the light in my life.
How Magick overtakes everything
That I do every second.
I look over lands so vast
And oceans so calm
Here are two souls both now intertwined,
And united they have weathered alot.
They've handled it well, not loosing their minds
But that is not saying others have not.
At sixteen it was no longer just me.
I would no longer be all alone.
I could see myself in another.
Her name as beautiful as the day she was born.
Without her I would not be here, nor there.
I agreed when she called the world ugly,
When she whined it was a washed-out warped place.
Said I hated when weather was sunny,
Scorned sensations of summer on my face.
My hair used to control me.
She was not kind and was so rude for the world to see.
Because mine was not like everyone's that I wanted to be.
Growing up in a majority white school, only straight blonde hair was cool.
What titan war
Erected such peaceful giants?
What earthly force pushed forth
The jagged piers that pierce my heart?
Without motive nor vision nor chisel,
<p>Living life without a careDon't even worry about my hairHomesickness snakes throughout my skinBut every day is a win</p> <p>As a person, I have grownMore than I could ever have knownI have become braverEvery day I feel less a
Living life without a careDon't even worry about my hairHomesickness snakes throughout my skinBut every day is a win As a person, I have grownMore than I could ever have knownI have become braverEvery day I feel less a stranger I pass landscapes f
I'd like to be like Selena,
red lips, confidence, heart of gold
But it's hard, since I'm shy
and I know that
I never could be quite as bold
I'd like to be like Diana
That bright light of happiness
Since when did it shine so bright
Your Character, your Demeanor, your everything
Brings such originality to my life
A flicker of eyelids -- a bee
Mine, the color of salted toffee
Hers, a delicate cream
The perfect layer of latte foam
That lowers my self-esteem
Or maybe it's more of a porcelain white
Only opinion knows
A world once beautiful,
Now dreary and pained,
The grass still grows,
But dead the living stay,
Trees aech up to touch the sky,
And down to reach the river's underside,
The flowers are quaint,
When she looks in the mirror she sees something strange
she doesn't see a normal girl
she doesn't see an athlete
she doesn't see a musician
she only sees herself
There I was,
sitting.
Chest deep in freshly powdered snow
as the flurries nipped at my face.
The quiet of dusk in the after light
The sound of rain when it first begins
The warmth of a hug long needed
The peaks of mountains I have never reached
The sound of gravel crunching under my shoes
From the moment I wake,
Brrrr Brrrr-- snooze again
Soft carpet under foot
Ice cold water drops kiss my face good morning
Breakfast smells waft towards my nose
They tantalize my feet down
each
... " I Just CAN'T SLEEP " ... !!!
Because of THE HEAT On The Third of July ...
The Sun's Up HIGH And Shining BRIGHT ... !!!
I want to capture
certain vocabulary
in the shape of you.
But those words should be
free from humanities breath.
Our scarring touch.
beauty and grace,
may they make you feel great.
my career is my passion
for these loans make me sad
I would greatly appreciate this
forever beauty in strength
Beauty is
The freckles forming constellations
On our bodies
Thus proving
We come from the stars
Beauty is
Icicles drip from the crisp leaves of century-old trees
Snow piles as pure dust like white powdery rust
The night whispers
The owls hoot into the dark
Icicles drip from the crisp leaves of century-old trees
Snow piles as pure dust like white powdery rust
The night whispers
The owls hoot into the dark
FIX
Sorry I forgot to note,
Attimes i wish I could be nothing more than a quote,
Don't mind the energy it's just another eulogy,
Sung by the cranky components in this broken heart of mine.
The world is full of sights to see
I just hope to experience every tree
All the flowers, plants, bushels, and greens
are beautiful creations held held in high esteem
The people I meet keep my spirits high
Girls ... DISTRACT ME ... !!!
Do They Distract YOU ... ?
There's SOMETHING IN The Way They MOVE ... !!!
They Look SO GOOD In ... " High Heel Shoes " ...
BEAUTY
So everyone what’s to look beauty right?
Even the ugliest girl will still stick things on her body stick lip stick and make up her face first before even make up her mind see ,
Beauty can blind you, from true loves purpose
The physical appearance, can curse you repeatedly
dear jd,
veronica is hanging from the top of the bell jar,
and her heart was poisoned with antifreeze.
what are you going to do when the vault of your secrets destorys itself?
Beauty...
It's the innocent capture of God's interpretation of perfection...
Untainted
It's the personification of truth in it's purest form that lights
O my sleeping beauty..!!
Wake up my sweety
It's not good to sleep all day long
Being unconscious about what goes wrong
O my darling..! Just get up
And don't fed up
When I sit down and look around,
The world around me seems to dance
It dazzles and gleams, shinging and profound
And when I need inspiration, I take that golden chance.
I sieze the beauty by the hand
The Eagle
Swooping, soaring, over branches
And under sun.
Silent, graceful, over branches
And under the sun.
Fierce as the tigress
Pure as lilies
There’s a fire in her eyes
Tongue like a blade yet witless
Bleeding heart that’s chaste as ice
I wake up in the shimmery light
Of the early sun’s sigh.
The rays pour in through the open blinds
Tiny crystals dance and flutter to and fro
Another morning in darling Arizona.
Love is a complex and interesting thing
It amazes us, no matter how we swing
It can save you from trouble, free you from pain,
But sometimes, there isn't any gain.
The beautiful heat,
The scent of Ambrosia,
The last affront to the Gods,
The oozing delight,
That which granted mankind ascension,
That which the Gods envied,
That which they descended for,
There’s beauty here in decrepit things
Decay giving a face to objects
Once pristine
Rusted metal, the color of autumn leaves
Uninviting in its’ old age
Creaking hinges
like so many locusts
I do not want to die.
A temple alone
Gods so beautiful and worshipped
But I so beautiful and cursed
Do they hurt?
There is a beauty in the souls
Aphrodite could see.
She could not understand how
They could not see it themselves.
It saddened her,
The goddess of beauty
The goddess of love,
Coleceanth
Have you seen the rain at night
Lumined down by city light?
It pounds upon the asphalt here
Makes fountains clear as crystal tear.
At the dawn of creation, as the gods formed a hundred million galaxies, there also formed with them our blazing and bold sun.
This newly formed orb began to rise from the horizon line of our Earth,
Aspects of A Floral Being
Uncomparable to blooming sun’s rays, A
Art of harmony in full brightened cheeks: B
Brush of bristles constructing elegancy, A
She's got glossy black hair,
An hourglass figure,
Vibrant blue eyes
And thick velvet lips.
She is skinny and tall,
An envy to all,
But she
Is no more than a picture.
You can see the very skies in her eyes
She's an angel floating down the runway
Adorned in roses and turtle doves
Behold the fashion of her love
Prologue:
Beauty was never something I set out to find;
It was simply thrust upon me.
Without regard to who I really am inside,
The representation of the legfall too short when comparedto attributes above the waistor that region of booty fame
Alarm rings;
It’s time to wake up.
I view myself in the mirror.
Why can’t I look better?
My head is a war zone.
She's the midsummer's flowers,
The prolonged days hours.
My reason I search for an immortal diet
Just for a glimpse of her eternal souls quiet.
She lived in deep watersWhere someone once sleptHer breath ran out Waiting to be found"Life is short," she said.before her flesh fell into the ground She is in your gardenSoundly sleeping
I walked outside, thinking that everything was gonna be alright.
My eyes filled with pride, helping me through this joyride.
The trees are red, mixed with tints of orange and yellow.
Sweet sage. Tears. Hands clinched around another's as we sink, slipping below the original position.
The land shifts like dreams. Massive. Mother loves and cries of her blessings eternally.
Cycle Synechis.
Delicate sadness
Clinging to your lips like honey
that flavors every word with sugar
They will try to kiss it away
But it only flows faster
[R]
Path to the Heart
She's the wave just ere it reaches its crest
That perfect moment as it picks you up,
right before it breaks into a beautiful surf,
Reflecting the world in her eyes.
Acne dapples your face
just as stars blemish the sky.
I’ve seen you look in the mirror
to ask yourself why.
You seize the concealer,
yet your smile, still wry,
because no one picks up a brush
If you could see my face right now
you would be scared.
I haven’t looked in the mirror in 4 years
because
if I do, I’m afraid it will crack.
I’m tired of this life that I’ve been living.
When you're rushing back and forth in desperation,You will find me
When you're so in over your head at night under your blanket,
Waves crash gently upon the shore as the tide roles in-n-out. A semi powerful breeze cools the air
Standing 4,081ft up, I open my eyes to a 360° view of the Green Mountains. Wind rustling the leaves of the trees.
Goodbye and thank you to the Ocean
Thank you for the memories
The nights of walking along the beach
The waves as they crashed at our feet
Thanks for the breeze blowing wind through our hair
The girl with silky smooth hair
The girl with a messy bun
The girl with no hair at all
She is in all of us
The girl with designer clothes
The girl who wears hand me downs
The Greek Goddess of gorgeousness grounds herself in American society
To see what the social standards could be
Bullying breaks the beauty into a blue barbie
Attemping to aquire an acceptable acknowledgement
Never leaving time or space;
Always evolving but never a race.
We see them for their fabled powers,
But inside us their strength flowers.
Those rosy cheeks,
And small delicate lips,
But what a geek,
That pointed, flushed nose,
The glassed over eyes,
Bullied for rugged clothes.
Her small frame fragile,
And her life a huge mess
The snow gives wind a body
As it drifts above the earth.
For a moment, soaring free
Before descending to its hearth.
How strange to notice the air
Become a corpse void of breath,
Looking up into a summer’s midnight sky is like gazing into a blanket of diamonds.
It’s beautiful and breath-taking…
Stars scatter across the endlessness like pixie dust.
I am only a child.
Warm salty tears rolled off of my cheek and melted,
The colors were blurred as my vision was hazed,
The cold hard floor sent chills through my back,
All was stuck in the glow of pain,
I look in the mirror
Reflecting back
I don't like what I see
Group of girls besides me
Looking pretty
Why can't that be me?
They try to reassure me
I see the lies through their teeth
As a young girl I'd "see"
That the little white girls around me
Were what I should achieve to be
Straight hair, colored eyes
And skin shades lighter than mine
I felt hollow,
out of place, different.
I felt like an alien.
I felt like an outsider.
I was color and they were white.
I was curvy and thick.
They were of 'normal' shapes and sizes.
Ever since I was young,
Peers would tell me I should model
Ever since I was young,
Family would tell me I was mature
When I watched TV,
The city street is their territory
And we are their prey.
I used to not mind it so much.
Their stares.
And their piercing howls.
The world through a child's eyes
Everything is so beautiful
So new
So innocent
You grow with others
Learn new things
The world through a child's eyes
Everything is so beautiful
So new
So innocent
You grow with others
Learn new things
As you learn
The world shifts a tiny bit
Seeing the ugly
I’m so drunk.
On the Whiskey that is the vibrant wildflowers.
On the Vodka that is birds chirping in the morning, awakening my sleepy mind with joyful melodies.
Beauty Lies Within
At least that's what they told me.
"It doesn't matter how you look
As long as you got a good personality."
In this new day and age,
It seems as if Beauty is just
all it took was seeing you once,
i was in love, not with someone.
instead, with an image,
for the first time it did not diminish.
you stay on my mind,
As my days go, I keep longing for you
Not only you, the feeling you’ve left
You’re leaving my sad thoughts as see through
Your eyes reflect the light of a thousand stars
Your hair mirrors the golden rays of our sun
Your heart burns with the heat of a supernova
You are made of stardust.
Sometimes, I try looking through you to see if I could find a glitch,
Forgetting you are not transparent.
The roses of Eden are not sure to define your beauty,
It sounds like I'm exaggerating.
I believe in not asking favors of someone you wouldn't do a favor for.
I believe in the sacred entitlement of a friend,
And lastly I believe in honesty and loyalty.
They say the world works in mysterious ways,
Biting wind makes music against my skin
in the way my mother used to trace her fingers across my cheeks.
The place where I stand on my own two feet,
brought higher from the solitude,
She laid down in her light pink bed
Her body of gold glowing a little less than usual.
She cried sparkly tears,
Blew her nose into pearly white tissues,
I am sitting on the rooftop,
my legs hanging freely off the edge.
This is my favorite place to go.
I’m sitting on top of the world,
f l o w e r s i n t h e f i e l d
j u s t a s b e a u t i f u l a s y o u
t a k e n a t u r e w i t h y o u
We grow up thinking,
That Everyone can be
Considered Beautiful.
That they are,
with a matter of fact,
Beautiful.
Ignore the imperfections,
They are what
Makes you perfect.
Then
he took the respect she had for Herself
and the wonders from the earth around Her
he took her her kindness
and what seemed, the air from Her lungs
he took Her curiousity
i read this somewherei have a thousand things to tell youand thousands reasons not tothat really hit home
Roses are red, Violets are blue, A beauty is amazing, And so are you. Orchids are white, Ghost ones are rare, Tresses are blonde, And so is your hair. Magnolia grows, With buds like eggs, Muscles are smooth, And so are your legs. Sunflowers rea
Still as the un-awakened beat,
Until the soft stirring of the symphony takes hold,
A soul no longer held captive,
But is free.
Trying to hold back the memories,
But is letting the hidden emotion flow,
It's Snowing In The Forest
By : Brianna Garcia
Theres ice in the water
it really goes deep
Theres fire on the stove
theres salt in the sea
It's raining on the leaves
To hell with what cinema says,
Nobody wants pieces and shards and
Broken glass is intimidating
And a waste of time.
You get your hands dirty and cut
I spy something blue
Don’t be sad, I’m here with you
I spy something sweet
You make my life complete
I spy something smart
I love you with all my heart
I spy something funny
one sliding foot draws the lines of the melody
the toes curling in passion and fury
the muscles rippling and tensing up the calf
I’m just not the same
Where’s the picture for my frame
Where’s the candle for my flame
I just am not right
Where’s the sun to bring me light
Where’s the pen so I can write
They sit by the window watching the snowflakes land on the large pile which was once luscious, green grass.
The mind is such a simple depiction of what reality imposes the heart and soul.
Giving your heart a reason beat while still wondering about the advantages and stepping stones of life.
Our true love began with dedication
Our mutual feelings we do impart
Your love leaves me with a bright sensation
To you I grant this gift: my loving heart
Compassion spreads its wings like a white swan
Death is sad. Death is beautiful. Death is gory. Hearts are broken. Love becomes extinct. It is inevitable. No one can hide from death. However, people can run toward it because running from it is the beginning of the end.
Average, Normal, Typical,
Who has the say to define such?
Who has the say to define beauty, class, status?
All is crafted and twined by mankind.
When I met you
You looked down,
And smiled at me.
That’s when I knew I was a goner.
When I met you
You didn’t know
I can almost hear the whispers in the back of my head,
Those taunting sounds that I despise the most,
Cheeks reddened, eyes shut, fighting away the tears,
Desperately trying to find my breath,
I can't help desires.
They will come from deep inside,
With no way to hide.
I don't wish to disgrace them,
But only to keep them calm.
Rudy Valle
Water droplets fall from the sky,
flowers yell with excitment,
people scream in sorrow.
But little do they know
what makes one grieve
could make something else grow.
Inner folded
prematurely molded
time is tempted
to be bolded
small strokes of gentle wires to the face
The frame evokes a forecful fire
at waters pace
You were perfect...too perfect,
Your warm smile sheltered your bitter words
Those deep blue eyes focused far beyond me
You only confirmed my greatest fear:
I am
the Antigod
low-bar bastard legend makers all
shot so low antichrist
best you could do
pathetic
I’m
Mirrors would always tell the ugliest truths
Reflection found in front face camera or frankly placed in front of bathroom sink faucets fed the unacceptable attributes
Unallowing any filter or photoshop on face or body
Hi, I’m Mentally Ill
but Is this actually a surprise? I mean were you not able see past my fake smiles, my fake laughs and the fake face I put on each and everyday.
Armies of men fall at the feet of Beauty, and we're taught that women are weak.
Men watch their brothers transform into monsters, and we're taught that real men don't cry.
Confidence doesn’t like to be around me. He disguises himself, as Ego, then bursts out of my head. The minute I catch him, he disappears.
Sometimes, I call for him.
She lays there hoping the day will grow bright
laying in the dark she’s almost afraid of the light that’s going to shine through the curtains soon
planning in her head how and why to get out of bed when there’s so much dread
She lays there hoping the day will grow bright
laying in the dark she’s almost afraid of the light that’s going to shine through the curtains soon
planning in her head how and why to get out of bed when there’s so much dread
I whistle a tune
unbeknownst to all
subjugating aerodynamics
take flight in the V, they quack
no? I chose the letter G
I hum a melody
that pricks the ears of Grays
shall they
Bitter and hot, the coffee slides down her throat.
Soft, tired eyes stare at nothing.
A distant intimacy envelops her.
A mother scrubs at a stain on a shirt.
My oh my, what is this deadly sensation?
A sickening feeling, oh how I detest it.
Like a chemical reaction, I feel the explosion
Of a million thoughts, the mind's at the limit.
I Am A Pine
You had me believe you were a beauty
A seed, a flower, a fruit, a sweet, to me you seemed
Your dark branches enchanted me but you aren’t the wise tree you seemed
when you say my name, you say it like a poem you will never write.babylon boy, when i whisper your name in the pale moonlight,
Looking at you
Is looking at the wrong side
of a rainbow
Seeing your backwards colors
from space
Watching a world in awe
of your wonder
Beautiful black diamond with a shine that puts the sun to shame. You glow like the translucent golden streets of Heaven..is Heaven what I should call you by name.
Nature is the biggest inspiration we all have
And we destroy more of it every chance we get
We exert the same lack of respect and love onto this land
I love you,
and each and every thing,
you consist of.
You say, we’re all made from
what formed the stars,
but there is no light,
nothing to shine out through the dark,
without her.
Love is a song, the most tender kind.
A gentle stroke of give and take.
A feeling of confusion, an adrenaline rush coursing through your veins.
She fell in love with the people
she returned because of them
because she wanted to love them better
and she did.
Though she also learned to love
the moments of the sunset over the lake
You have changed me
That’s for sure
To everyone
You have allure
You make the fine lines disappear
Give me guidance
Give me fear
Coffee colored roots burgeon up from the hazel chocolate
soil that has been dispersed throughout the thing we call time.
As the roots and stems begin to develop, an alluring plant is born,
For the man with a son
who still looks like a child himself.
he writes silly notes and always has candy in his pockets.
How can somebody so young have the eyes of an old man.
Silence.
Pure and refined silence.
I struggle to find meaning in the sounds.
To make music is to paint a picture with no canvas.
A lone hand embraces my soul;
Gripping me, carrying me, holding me.
There's a definite gleam in my eyes,
the moment they set on you.
A smile comes across my face,
at the phenomenal view.
The glow from your skin,
it brightens the room;
The curves of your body
dusty covers
star crossed lovers
paper cuts
open and shut
i go through them so fast
know the feeling won’t last
In Fall, there are orange leaves on all the trees. It's the season of my birthday and Halloween. It's very dandy to get all that candy.
Ode to Space:
She is the stars, the planets, and the moons
She explodes life and sucks it away
Her stars burn bright cutting through the dark
I'm tired of the lies AND misconception
Long to be held, seeking attention
Covering up my discontentment
I've ran out of makeup and forgotten how
“How do I grow?” Asked the rock to the tree.
“I want to have arms, so I can move and be free.”
“Is that what you really see?” asked the tree.
The sun scorches on the fine, coal-black sand
Sitting there are many birds popping in orange, red, dark periwinkle, and green
This is my cousin’s beautiful and tropical homeland
I observe & your face says it all When I’m pleasinWhen I’m teasinWhen I’m eatin..Juices like honey Natural & raw
"No I'm not"
She answered.
"My forehead's too wide,
My eyes too far apart.
I don't exactly look very smart.
I mean I am. Maybe. But...
My lips are cracked,
My hair too dry.
I have been told that to be loved,
I must be:
Clean.
Unscarred.
Perfect.
I hear these words inside my head.
Books and bags define it as price tagsMoney for short skirts and heelsFriends and peers define it with jeersAs whoever can eat the least mealsThe jeered have fear that they'll never hear
I’m angry,
Because I am sexualized.
You pretend to be a good guy,
But you only look at my body,
My “BEAUTY.”
My most feared tormentor, that hushed sentry
Guarded in its webbed domain, transfixed by its prey,
Whether it be me or a sly housefly grappling against its threaded prison.
In this world I do not understand
I have found there are many things to love
The earth, the wind, the sky, the beauty
and everything that exists above
There are many things to love
Oh, the lessons I have learned,
from the mountains I have climbed;
Oh, the lessons yet to come,
from all I am to find.
I have learned of more than I can seem to recall—
Who can see the Lord?
Our creator invisible.
Like the winds only heard
Your scars are not beautiful. But you are beautiful with them.
You were beautiful without them, but you have a new kind of beauty with them, because they speak of how much you have overcome.
he asks me, “what has poetry taught
you?
why is it so important?”
i ponder the question for a moment and
think about the women who
came before me,
the poets who have inspired my
We are not exposed to reality until we meet Light.
We’ve only met Darkness and he was twisted, but our comfortability kept us yearning for his touch... his embrace.
To be free in me, poetry has taught me
To express the light in me, the God in me, the beauty in me
Shining brightly through me
All these, poetry has taught me
In the midst of a cloudy year,
we write to our spirits and ask for salvation.
Blind to the beauty that prances around us,
waiting for any sign or life within us.
We send letters to our minds,
Poetry is the essence of ones mind,
it is the whispers of the soul.
Poems speaks words so loud,
you can feel the raw emotion.
The words awaken my spirit
that affects my mind, my body and my soul.
The thermosphere is showered with stars
Sprinkling the inky infinity with transcendent luminescence
Deep crimson to brilliant sapphire, they radiate
Forcing even souls of malice and anxiety to eternal serenity
Your mind, works in a
Peculiar way.
Filled with many
Gears and Parts,
That work in harmony.
To produce such
Beautiful Inspiration.
Each night she vacates
to the universe in her head,
illuminated place
that fills the dark vacancy
she feels down on earth
Unsecure
golden girl you are more
your skin
smoother
than the finest belgian chocolate
it glows like
I found it very hard to relate and reciprocate my feelings in a more intellect way. So I took a moment and reflected on the women in my family that inspire me and how beautiful they are to me.
Do you remember when we use to hang
We met in the 5th grade
You were singing this ominous song
Drawn to you , I felt your presence
You're very powerful
The fluidity of your words
A poem is like a pair of glasses
Lenses I can flip down
Rose tinted, perhaps, but
With them on, I can see flecks of gold among the dirt
i blind those that blaspheme my
omnipresent and invisible nature.
to my shoving nudges
you deny and you tear
and shield your eyes from
The colors of the wind
in the sky,
listening as your life goes
by
to the gulls in the air
to the people who care.
Purple is soothing
like the waves of music.
//
i was your flower.
you watched me grow
and admired my beauty
all while knowing
that you were going to kill me
//
Color it blue,
With the words of color.
Be creative.
Use many shades.
Show them the truth.
The color of stability.
Of calm.
Listen to the whisper of the rocks, telling their ancient story.
Listen to the murmur of the river, speaking of past glory.
Listen to the sighing of the winds, declaring the old ones’ coming.
I don't care who you are
you need to read this
or let me tell you
so you can hear it for yourself
Hi, my name is Beautiful
which just happens to be who I am
Poetry teaches unteachable lessons
Things you can’t find in a textbook or lecture
The beauty of words, A universal language
Poetry— friendship, a means of connection
I stare into the mirror, crying at what I see
The reflection looks like me but I deny its existence
It is not me I see because I do not like what looks back
Images haunt my mind of past persons, past beauties
Speak softly into the chambers of my heart.
Never let go as you kindle me like a fire on a frigidly cold winter night.
Touching your raven black hair, running my fingers through like a comb.
The woman's tears were beautiful; the rarest things tend to be. The less a fragile soul is seen, the more tender and sweet it seems.
What a beautiful weapon she is.
She's the sharpest edge and the prettiest sight,
The softest, sweetest bringer of night,
And all with a teasing kiss.
What a beautiful, beautiful weapon she is.
I refuse to submit to the brainwashing of
Faith.
I am liberated through
The world;
I am limited by
Religious culture.
To live, I thrive off of beautiful things like
I don't need
Humanism
To be good, I require only
God.
I don't need man-made distractions such as
Technology and modern advancements
To live, I thrive off of beautiful things like
How the world is against feeling numb!
The towering trees demanding awe,
The twittering birds crying for attention,
The fascination one feels from looking at a lake.
How beautiful the feeling of being in love,
Because im Beautiful I will know my self worth
Because im Beautiful I won't care what they say
Because i'm Beautiful I don't have to call anyone else "ugly" to show I'm beautiful
Because in Beautiful I will Respect myself
I feel like the clouds are in the sky
I feel like it is a gray day
But I look out my window and notice the light, the blue skies, the bristling wind
The chill still seeps in through the windows
Girl in the mirror
Why do you frown?
Do you not see
Exactly what I see
Smart
Kind
Beautiful
Self-doubt
Anxiety
Isolation
Is this your daily norm?
Who hurt you so?
How are you so stupid, so naive?
You brought this on yourself.
Walked in a locked room with no keys.
Don't bother blaming anyone else,
Don't cry, beg, or plead.
How do you expect to get out?
In the stars
In someone's writing
Music
Theater
Feeling
A privilege
Wonder
Fills me up
Stronger than most emotions
I can't help but feel like a child
Gazing at the clouds
And the Gods came down
They fell to earth like raindrops
Quick and hard
Dear God,
Thank you for creating your masterpieces, trees.
Oh God, how nice are Your trees,
with branches reaching out
to You,
with leaves that gleam
in the sun,
with roots made to gather
Dear rose,
A hero that carries us all—
Willing to caress us with a tender heart.
Your sweet embrace is what holds lost pieces together.
The Valley of the Rose.
Dear, my aching soul.
Cold is summer, without her love,
dim is the sun, without her eyes,
blank is the page, without her touch,
Chocolate girl, love your skin
Amber glow radiates from within
Your blackness, of which others are ashamed
Is your refusal to conform or be the same
Every sunset has its own
beauty on their canvas,
Every color has its
own meaning in their art,
With the day just ending,
Sunsets remind ourselves
there's always something good
To the bystander,
What is the use of a camera when it tapes a man falling?
Or when it films a woman drifting to her doom?
As her limp body breaks as she breaks the waves beneath
You are beautiful. Death has covered you in a halo, like a saint.
A fragile beauty in death can be found
In the water, earth and sky:
Creation singing "I'm homeward bound!"
As it shrivels and withers and dies.
Look around you weary traveler
I promise it is grand
If you could but shed
The sadness with you stand
To grief filled eyes
The rain mirrors tears
But brighten and be wise
Monday was dreadful. Slumped over on his desk as regret stirs up in the pits of his stomach and yet it was only 7:05 am. Going over his what-ifs, should-haves, and buts.
Upon the high cliff lies a flower.
It is more than any ordinary flower.
This flower bleeds with every color of the rainbow,
Stars of crystals dotted on its petals
and glistening in the sunlight.
Dear life,
You are beautiful. All of the trials; all of the struggles.
She just lost her unborn baby due to violence. She had been hoping for a girl.
Dear Father,
Where has she gone?
When I came out to
her,
she wore a black-lace veil
and mourned the death of
her grandchildren
Little, little mirror
A twinkle in a kind souls eye,Lights smile with a single try.Sheepish grin, unsure of speach,A brush of hand, while just in reach.
My heart is not of men to others take,
Nor battle for deceptive perjury
That swear the men that thee a statue make,
Else I become thy victim’d sorcery.
The army of a thousand perfect heavens
True kindness is a gem
You only experience it a handful of times in your life
When you experience it, it's like a rose
Or maybe, a rose garden
This morning,
I noticed something
I have such beautiful eyes
Which is weird
I've never been happy with them
Nor sad either
I haven't felt any sort of feeling with my eyes
Until I looked the mirror
Dear Acne,
Because of you I can barely stand to look in the mirror
I see my facial landscape
Patchy red plains meet blackhead hills.
People don’t understand that words can be strong and once they are said, they can’t be taken
back despite how many apologies are made.
A beauty it is
To not be able to feel the emptiness
That engulfs me--yes, beauty.
05.28.16 - N.N.
I want you like cream, for the coffee I wake up from,
I want you like a dream, I dont want to wake up from,
I pray night and day, that he sends you my way,
I'll make you the queen, of my world and my space.
Love knows no bounds so show me something boundless,
take thy blushing lips and breathe unto me the wandering love unkept by the cage of your breast.
Dear Numbers,
You represent that which words can easily explain.
You represent something lonely and lost.
You are solitary objects that only result in a continual pattern
of more numbers to be defined.
It’s the smiles you send in the dark.
I know the patterns of your breathing to know it is you.
It’s the warmth you radiate in the middle of winter.
You gave me fair warning. “Don’t come any closer”
Dear makeup wipes,
You cracked the warm beige – no medium – foundation
And chipped at it
With your chipping fingernails,
Whispered in my ear that you loved the toxic red armies
Enormous, silent flashes
Fill the arid night
Lightning so bold it reveals clouds
For many an arid mile
One, two seconds apart
A jovial dance
Performed on a stage
Pieta Pieta
The death of your son fulfilled time.
Your praying face shows the peacefulness of the moment.
Mighty is your love,
Dip me into the night sky
let my hair flow with the stars.
Your lips meet mine
as a comet flies behind your eyes.
Place your hands on my waist
blooming from my darkest parts
begun the change in my heart
shifting with sunshine
my flowers are growing,
wisdom and knowledge flowing
showing me my power & potential
Dear Society,
Why is it that when I look in a mirror, my mind
zooms
in on
my flaws
like a killer?
It looms
on my imperfections more accurate
You know what I see?
I can see a beautiful, invincible, perfect, radiant, sweet princess.
Why can’t you see?
It’s right there, quite plainly.
You just need to open your eyes.
Where should I begin?No one wants a world tour where you see all the ugly parts,So this won't be much of a tour.But let's pretend that in this world -Me -There is no ugly.
dear boy i almost gave everything to,
i am not a glistening bar of solid authentic gold,
i am not a crystal clear 50 karat diamond,
i am not a smooth pearl that shimmers in the sun.
i am a ruby.
Tell me what you want,And I promise I won't give it to you.
I know, it's harshI know, it's not what you thoughtI know, I love you
The truth is, I can read everything you've gone through on your skinThe lovely poetry that resides within you spillsIt spills in the form of scars, strechmarks, bruisesIt is overbearing, and it is all of you
I once saw a picture of a couplewho were as happy as can be. The white gown, alstroemerias, and uniform made them prettier than you and me. Their smiles were crimson like fruitwhich attracts all at the height of spring.
She used my fire and burnt me to the ground.
Everything was burning to ashes, nothing was ok
everything was falling apart, and there was nobody,
but then you pulled me out of the fire.
A toe balanced on a wire as thin as reality, a fine veneer
set over something we can’t bear to imagine
The universe swirls
around, unknowing and uncaring, infinite
Let's start a fire
Let the world be wrapped in flames
We'll watch the destruction grow
As we sit in silence
On a gasoline soaked field
Find the beauty
In the illuminated clouds
(This is a reverse poem. Read starting from left to right all the way to the bottom of the poem. Then, read from left to right from the bottom of the poem to the start of the poem!)
You must never change yourself for anybody
So close.Close enough to admire the part in your hair, Close enough to study the creases of your face, From years of laug
Before you cry
Evict your emotions and let them play
Among the demons that call you friend
Unsightly before those you love
Terrified at the hands of your captor
Imagine a better world
Bitter Sweet Exhaustion
I wish I would have known
I wish I would have known
That beauty is a just shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
Dear Beauty,
I wish I would have known
I wish I would have known
That you are just a shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
In the warmth of the brilliant, early morning sun,
comes a shadow only I can see
marinating in its holy scent
the delicate gradations in between.
It is a virus, a pathogen particular to you, but, as well,
Nobody wants to see beauty. In the uglyIn the sink, in the suffering dailyIn all the days before they die,The moments before they sleepSomeone is taking awful chances with chemicals in their body
To my future daughter,
I had hope to never have you,
but don't think of yourself as unloved or unwanted,
rather you are my miracle, my salvation.
My hair is long, which is nice, but I have too many split ends,
My natural hair is wavy, not straight like theirs in my defense,
I’m short, I could never be a model, I don’t have the body for that,
The ship had sunk
beneath the sea,.
And from the deep,
it beckoned me.
I followed suit,
beyond the foam,
to the place
it made its home.
And as I gazed
a woman so full in her figure and bright her mind is the most beautiful presence on this celestial rock
(her curves so soft) my hands stroking her thighs and gripping her waist she (moans)
I thought the sunset was beautiful,
Until I thought about you..
Then I remembered the darkness that comes with a setting sun.
It makes sense to me now though,
Blonde hairBlue eyes“Beautiful”Bodies as frail asToothpicks. But the standard they set,The standard seen as the normIn this society,Drives us to believeIn false beauty Are these the women With whose bodiesShe fell in love with?Doesn’t she knowThat
Am I
Am I beautiful?
I know you tell me everyday
That I’m more radiant than the sun
But I don’t believe it for a second
That I’m even remotely attractive
Am I
Am I smart?
There can only be one opinion, right?
“Because I love you.”
These are the precious words:
Full of hope, promises, and happiness,
Suddenly I became ur reflection in my mirror.Suddenly things have changed when the worlds' issues grew bigger.And overtime I mesmerized about the shit that i was sick of.Putting in work for people who couldn't care to even pickup.My moral benefits
The letters that he wrote me are from a
ripped out pages of his notebook.
The edges are not jagged ,
they are soft like flower petals.
Maybe you only call my eyes
Beautiful
To whom it may concern:
Love for the earth is not a feeling to be disregarded.
If you have ever spun around, trying to take it all in more fully,
This is Me and How I Feel: You ask me to express myself & let you in But the truth is I don’t know where to begin I guess the best place to start Would be with my heart When I first met you My eyes were cold & my heart was blue My heart wa
there is nothing more resilient than a flower
with bright and reverent colors and
soft dew sluggishly moving down the petals
as the sunlight beats down on the delicate
In some places, scars are
The most goregous, glimmering things you've ever seen.
Intricate designs telling of forgotten pains
And forged of blood.
They speak to the strength of their owner.
She’s so lovely
on the outside
Gleaming with beauty
on the outside
masking
She's so ugly
on the inside
Radiating with hate
on the inside
He tells me lies, but shows the truth.
I ask him what he thinks
somewhere hiding near a wall
I whisper
Who's the fairest of them all?
Your toxic glass draws me in
a hunched and squeaking thing
stalking you from mirror’s edge. perching
with slender spider legs and teeth. blinding
white and fragile as
eggshells. clicking
it’s tongue behind the light-bulbs. whispering
Do you ever
Stop
To think of the characteristics
In a red rose flower?
Beautiful
Palette of reds
Silk Petals
Positive phototaxis
To the wondrous scent.
Plain moths.
We follow the light
Never daring to touch it
Filters on our eyes,
Seeing things
That are far from the truth
Oblivious to realize the facts.
She came swiftly then.
Love is beautiful like the ocean
It captivates you in its waves
Of passion and beauty
It should not captivate you
In fear or pain
Her hair falls gently against her back,
Her smile curves perfectly,
Her eyes emeralds,
She is beauty-
Beauty is she.
This overwhelming tension is so blissful.
How your soul is not resentful.
You're the definition of freedom, unique spirit that's so seldom.
Exterior of a goddess, superiority on every asset,
they never saw the real me
the one i hid away in my closet
buried with the things i hid from society
tied her up and taped over her mouth so no one would hear her scream
i remember being happy
Because I Love You
I will see you
Not physically,
But for who you are.
I will see you
In your darkest times
When the world
Is nothing
But a pool of quick sand
Pulling you
You are crisp summer grass, the crunch of fallen leaves
You are dandelion tufts floating on a spring breeze
You are the muffled crunch of winter's icy freeze
You are the sun and moon, the mountains and seas
Life is just…
by Vir Singh
Life is just dull,
Just lifeless
If your thought isn’t in mind.
Life is just meaningless,
Just devoid of beauty
Life is just…
by Vir Singh
Life is just dull,
Just lifeless
If your thought isn’t in mind.
Life is just meaningless,
Just devoid of beauty
You’re nature’s love
There’s music
In every particle of nature
Feel it, feel it, feel it;
The whole nature imbibes in you.
In the words of Shakespeare,
I am a piece of art.
The color of my skin
My eyes color and size
My hair color and style
My size in weight and visual
My height, short nor tall
I am the art of reality.
Everyday girls stand on the scales, and cry.
They look in the mirror and cry.
They look at themselves, see themselves as fat
when they are fading away to skin and bone.
I never understood love
Thought it a lie
A lie like all the others
The ones about
Sticks and Stones
and
Time Heals.
Guess what's what happens
when you don't see love at home
Did you ever imagine
That luminous smile you wear around lips,
Consummate charm and glow on face –
As if you have been in samadhi for Ages,
As if you are an angel-philosopher –
I like to pretend
That my heart is whole.
Truth be told,
Its an endless hole.
My pretense is only broken
By Joy and Beauty:
By flowing rivers,
And blowing winds;
Sanity reaches out her hand
To stop the unstoppable comet,
Singed flesh to show
For the one she saved.
She was damaged
But she was whole.
Is there only happiness
Joy and Sorrow, Light and Night,
Thou timeless rivals,
Thy quarrel shakes the human Spirit,
Thy battlefield is the human Heart.
She is the Light amidst my Shadows;
Her smile consoles me,
Aurora is the definition of beauty- skinny and p-r-e-t-t-y.
Who needs a personality when men will fall for your appearance?
Ariel is selfless and brave.
Once upon a time...There lived a beautiful blonde babyWith skin kissed by the sun Her black is more beautiful than goldAs the story
The pipes played as the piano sang along its keys, while twelve ladies danced,
Travelling across with unprecedented beauty.
Step by step. No falter could be seen.
Elegance and grace surrounded the sisters.
Once upon a time, there lived
a beautiful maiden name Snow White
She resided in a house with seven dwarves
Her skin was as white as snow and
her succulent, candy cane lips were as red as blood.
Once upon a time....
There was a scary yet brave
Vicious and smart beast.
Who preyed on the innocent
That wore their hearts on a sleeve.
The wind whispers softly to you, calling your name.
The warm sun warms your body like a flame.
Through the breeze
A slight scent of mint
The Sumer didn't even make a dent
In the column of cosmic debris
Hollow leaves with colors that bleed
In Autumn the colors turn red
To awake the barren lake
The Beast was mean,
but then he turned kind.
I came clean,
I wanted him to be mine.
Happily ever after, you say?
Maybe so.
But each and every day,
I wonder if I should have said no.
In a fertile valley in the heart of FranceSat a small village, nestled inFields of golden wheat that reached for the sun as far as the eye could see.A ways off a river gurgledPast it a forest, tall, dark, and storied,
True sweetness is often hidden in simplicity.
The rose that comes forth from a simple seed.
Simplicity lies in purity.
And because purity is not restricted to virginity
Nor to femininity.
Life blooms all around you
Under your bare feet
Above your head
Birds churp
Insects hum
The wind whistles
Such beautiful music
You walk along
Guided by dandelions
Bruh, I know your up but it's getting late
I got to make peace with you
Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew
I'm sweating from the new day's sun
now I know your in for a bit of fun
It was in her darkest corner that he found her light. She lost it so long ago from this broken system of society. Trampled, beaten and abused all she knew was pain. The beauty she once seen is since long gone more of just a faded memory.
Hair.
My hair is beautiful.
I have the hair of a princess.
Long and flowy, and shines in sun;
perfect in every way
I deserve the hair of a princess.
100 brush strokes every night
As I sit there stroking the strands of lickorish silk from your head,
I think of our future, the things we would do, the things would see,
Once upon a time they made me a queen
he said it was because my skin glistened with a sheen
unmatched by others
it was the glow of youth that made me your stepmother
married now and praised by all
Did you see the Fire dancing light likeSunbeams and ants we All are taken little by Little did we Know that everything happens For a reason you doNot remember Those icy frozen days and
From the Boiling Point
In the Glory of Morning
Faced with a Stairway to Heaven
We Travel with Gulliver
In Overland Trucks
None shall be caught in Hades’ Toilet Bowl
For we feed on manna
fly into your honey, free
does your soul rest with the trees
can you hear the fairy angels calling, whispering to me
I am 1nce up on my time I come to earth I offer rhymes
1. Until death comes;
We may never realise the true beauty of life,
The treasure in a simple hello,
Even the luxury of a warm hug;
May to us; go unnoticed.
Once upon a time not too long ago I came in contact with a magic mirror and we exchanged "hellos" "Mirror mirror on the wall why don't I like what I see in my reflection at all" The mirror became a bit sad And took awhile to respond But soo
Why must my own reflection
Show so much hate and defection?
Mirror Mirror of the wall,
What makes makes Snow White
The fairest of them all?
Enigma
Light of illumination
filled the tiny vortex of my mind
A world colored river earth cloud and storm
Forestry crosswinds and fire
Contrary to popular setup,Beauty isn't on the outside,It can't be found in clothes, money, or makeup,Or in color, shape, or size,Beauty isn't in hobbies or even sight,
My sisters name is Ariel, I am sure you all know her.
She has such a soft heart and I've seen her conquer.
We live in the ocean and she fell in love.
She ran away to go live up above.
Lines composed during a walk from Highgate to Hampstead Heath 1991
It has been a day for wandering
beneath this sky of early spring
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me?
The Prince used his words as amo, through a computer screen he shot them and laughed with glee,
a day
a month
a year
thats how long they've known each other
it started in deep winter
it was still an adventure
they never spoke about the future
they never spoke about the kids
The beauty holds the rose in beauty.
Lush petals bloom and glimmer in her fleshly palms, and the dew drips, drips, drips
to the stone floor
Beauty is not their term to define.
70,
Is it the curves I lack,
Or the bones that poke down my back?
Puberty,
assesment
assignment
we're both out of alignment
because power can be blinding
in this untouchable finding
potentially binding
this silver lineing
that sends you flying
Tale as old as time
Repeating again and again.
Begining in France
Then animated by a mouse.
A story about a girl like me.
It's just a small town,
One she moved to sometime ago.
Will I ever find a boy
who loves me as I am?
But how long will it last
before the beast inside reveal?
Can I learn to tame
before time makes its mark
The tree of life is torn
Between the darkness and the light
Unable to conclude or choose
Which is morally right
Roses are red,
people wilt too,
Cinderella is fading away.
She works day and night,
to her sisters' delight,
on the filthy ground like a slave.
A knock on the door,
a man with a letter,
Her eyes are diamonds,
her lips are ruby red, her skins like chocolarte,
cant get her out my head,
her beauty is more mysterious than the darkside of the moon.
In the moon i see her face,
In the avenues of thought you stirred up ripples
And waves, and raised all the dust that had settled
On everything that sat within the circumference
Of a space between two meanings
A tale of two cities
I was just sitting having a cup
Of coffee suddenly !
Your spirit came to me
Oh, so strongly
No, words can describe it
I let it lead me as I will
in the future also
These inner feelings of yours
Sparkling Array Of Elegance
at first the brush stroke came to tight
nature is the canvas in the vast expanse of space
its twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
birds, ivy & moss
She's beautiful
but not in the traditional sense
She is beautiful
like when lightning strikes the sky
for the sky's wrong doings
She is beautiful
in the way beetles exoskeletons are
Night People
it was starting to rain on the night that we first decided
a choice to visit a nearby cemetery with friend
sadly a few attended
there was a crypt in a center of the grounds
Medusa
she open her heart wide to the vast illusion called life
in a variation of a dream she will scream
the twilight sun has tainted her inner vision,
hands, face & lips...
A Perfect Rose
Early this morning I
saw a rose. This
rose stood alone. It
was perfect in every way.
When Darkness Falls
When darkness falls there is no day
And all of the night's friends come out to play
The ghost was bored
so he called his friends
Falling
Falling in the dust on the ground
A way to explain with hip hop beats in my brain
Staying up late at night just chilling with a flame
This is a roll up so what's the hold up
Classic fairytales are like garbage
They reek of rotten apples
Pungently infiltrating the nostrils
Questions of Destiny
Listening to bass out my window
Wanting my heart to console
Waiting for Mr. Wonderful,
Yet feeling so sorrowful
Prince
Oh lets see if I can remember
My memory deceives me...the past has been long forgotten
The present at ends-deadly
Oh but the future !
You hope and pray for pink, but the outcome is black.
You contemplate on what life is going to bring you tomorrow.
You tell yourself you're pretty knowing that it's an understatement.
You're beautiful.
The Persistent Quest
I've been searching and searching
for something I had lost
And I vowed to keep on looking,
regardless of the cost
A Lonely Man's Dream
I wish I could write a love song
A song that would take away the pain
A song about a very lonely man
Too many times hurt and used for someone else's gain
Blood Upon The Walls
The leaders of light are now all sleeping
no more will they stand proud above the dawn
And the murderers who left the crowds all weeping
Remain alive to cast hate on and on
Song Bird Delight
Sweet fragrant melodic tones
Through the trees they go
Searching for tiny food to fill there beaks
Singing beautiful songs of delight
As a beacon of hope in love's fruition
Lord, tonight there is a lot of hurting people inside. Show them Lord your presence in there lives. Father God, to the women who is deciding whether or not to abort their child.
Elements Of Love
Come be with me
We will talk
If you listen,
I will hear
Come walk with me
We will move
If you touch,
I will feel
Games People Play
The games they play are so real to them
It's a shame dreams fade & go suddenly dim
No matter how long they try to pretend
Sooner or later it comes to an end
Prayer Time..Anybody Need Prayers Come Close...Dear Lord Jesus Christ, help us to discover new insight into your word. We surrender fully to your Lordship.
The uneven rocks give this hill character. Though storms may erode them they are still strong and beautiful. Etched into their being is lesson after lesson. Every curve tells a story. Ever changing. Ever growing.
The Decision
When I was young I looked at life differently
Through a small lens of scope
Now that I'm old let the truth be told...
A lie is still a lie and the truth a truth
Once upon a time there was a prince,
Ever dwelling amidst despondency and rage,
Those breeding his soul for persecution, and since
It dug its way into his chest, against his heart war will wage.
I am wonderous, as is that fly in the kitchen.Filled with curiosity, but crushed when not welcomed.
Poetry
Poetry is like a small blue
and green striped ball suspended in the air
on a string and behind it, on a
black wall, hangs an old mirror
Leaves Of Life
My life has been just like a book
The first pages unsoiled, clean and slow
Then gradually quickening as henceforth I grow
My ravenous mind was greedy for life;
So much of me that the world cannot see,
I have to try to see it as beauty
For if every condensed thread of my being were to unwind to the world
Might I as well not exist? Questions to these answers may not unfurl...
There was a moment in time
When all was right
And everything rhymed
The sun shone bright
Cloud fluffs dotted a gradient blue sky
While a child was born into her father’s hands
In my youth it was hidden
the color of my hands
the sun on my blonde hair
the glisten of my green eyes
and the accompanying announcment to society
of an all american girl
who had everything she wanted
As I watch the setting sun
I think of how our end will come
Will we go unnoticed, forgotten in silence?
Or will we go in history, like the greatest stories?
We battled and fought, for this future we sought.
Blood is redAnd tears are blueMixed, deep in her heartLies a purple bruiseI've spent way too longThinking of youSo much, that it's started to vanish
Orange peels roasting on the hearth,
My brown feet, becoming one with the earth,
It slithers up my ankles and around my waist,
The beautiful woman, the touch, the taste.
Her snowy skin, cold as hell,
When I called her beautiful, I didn't just say it.
I let it flow from every pore in my skin, every square inch of soul.
The word flowed swiftly over my lips like a waterfall,
Ever since I was a child I knew what it meant if you could catch a star.
Happiness, warmth and light.
Things that most people in humanity, including me, can only dream of.
the grass flowed with the breeze
rubbing off green on my scraped knees
the scratches itched and burned
but so did the sun I later learned
Uncapturable Beauty
I’m thinking of you, though we haven't spoke in a while
I look at your photograph and can't help but smile
In a world where nothing stays the same
Either for better or worse
America could either lead to fame
Or it can lead you to a hurse
Aren't they both the same?
They seem to be a curse
America is the land of the free,
But sometimes, we are not as free as we think.
Our votes don't matter;
The electoral college ensures that.
Our women's bodies are subject to men's whims,
You don’t know it,
but sometimes I sit upon the branch of the highest tree at night
to catch a glimpse of this transient life we have on earth,
and take in the moon and the stars and all that surrounds me.
God tonight I pray for musicians, artists & poets. Lord everyone who takes part in the creative arts. Actors in the theatre Lord we pray for a tremendous blessing to unfold in their lives.
When you look at me
You don’t see the reflection I see
These rugged hands no one holds
No one bold enough to make a move
To love like you do
These reflections are mere contemplations
The trash, I see, like sand on your green grasses
Littered so far, so wide, it’s like the stars in the sky
Do they not see your beauty? Do they not see their cruelty?
Satan rules this evil ruled system. He lurks as a deadly snake waiting to deceive you. He goes before God continually as a prosecuter looking at every single tiny move you make. So he could have some basis of framing you for a sin that you did.
She imagined a room with no doors or windows, a cold stick to the floor as she sat wondering what it was she’s looking for, are you in or out? She is a reclusive shoreline that can never reach the breeze.
America
Where they say to be yourself
But "yourself" should be beautiful
So you make Yourself
Only you know you will never compete
With the image on the screen
Or the perfect aesthetic squares
This silver light does shine tonight.
Your celestial body illuminates so bright
And brings this will of mine to fight.
As the moon doth draw a curtain upon the Earth,
So does my heart for your gentle mirth.
Many people look up to the night skybut they always look with a blind eye.If only they would open up their eyes.They would see the beauty in the sky andthey would realize what beauty needs to rise. All around us; So much beautybut none of us seem
Music makes me think of you.
Smiles make me think of you.
Poetry makes me think of you.
Laughter makes me think of you.
Nature makes me think of me of you.
Surrounded by so many faces,a sea of people,Each one unique and different from the other.Each with his/her own storyA unique pastA unique futureBut each has had their fair share of struggles,
I never expected to love you.
I never thought I would even become friends.
Ask me 2 years ago, I may have even called you ugly,
With your short stature and uneven teeth.
But oh how things have changed.
Inside my purse I have
A mirror, reflecting my imperfecions
My phone, a constant reminder of others highlights
My makeup, to cover my insecurties
Inside my thoughts have
A strive to be good enough
Like the sunsets fading, lost in the vast horizon, as we chase after the unknown. Those sleepless nights we spent, counting the stars sneaking away from reality. Who would have ever thought that time would soar, as we realized how most was spent,
She has the name of a season.
My least favorite season, but she makes it adorable.
She has the most beautiful, mesmerizing eyes.
When one looks into the mirror, they find
Satisfaction, security. I saw
Disappointment, disgust, all of my flaws.
Muddy-colored hair that’s never defined,
Irises lifeless, never do they shine,
Green, lush grass, humble in its tone
Bleeding skies, sunrise, the sun wakes up and moans
Brown trees, green leaves, warm breeze, it's here
The perfect day, to wash away, all stress, anxiety, and fear
The end seemed close by
Paralyzing and choking
My voice imprisoned
But the beauty of novels
Freed my voice and expression
There was a wood by my house you and I used to meet at.
We would wait until the warmth of the glowing sun had gone
So that you, my first love,
Could wrap your strong, loving, embracing arms around my delicate, tiny body
Faith & Confidence: Real Within Ourselves
Worry not, for tomorrow
Will be brighter----
The sun shines in
Your corner
Dare not with uncertainty
Dare with a dream
Angel in the gardenI see your golden wingssense the sweetness of your gazeas it envelopes me todayNight has clearly left usthe stars and moon set downthe sun has cllimved her ladder
The world is kind to let you pick your own poison
Misery holds you underwater like an anchor
Courage seeps through our skin, burning us alive
Truth is a deadly pillow with a silver lining
Why dost thy beauty grace this barren earth?
Sagacious saint, silently solemn, blue
Cursing the breezes and lacking due mirth
Sometimes I wish I was skinny and pretty. Sometimes when I look in the mirror I want to cut the fat off! I hate how being fat your discriminated, I hate how being fat you got to have a hour glass shape. Why do I feel this way?
A feeling, a fluttery
whimsical feeling,
shot through my jaded soul upon the
sight of the mare.
Her crème coat is sliced
and sprinkled with jagged
ribbons of scarlet,
Emotional healing and heartache, / Her Mother coddle her as if she was / Seven years old, / Red plump cheeks, / Streams of water spilled down / Hitting the tongue in a form of / A salty back-slap of / Betrayal for not being able to / Hold
Lightskin was my dream
Ignorant to my beauty
My reflction was my nightmare
But I lived in darkskin
Brown as can be
My skin was my hated reality
How can I live with such low self esteem
I will Constantly Grow
A year ago… I was finding myself.
I fell in love with another soul.
Cotton candy skies surround my brown eyes
I can't miss a thing so I try not blink
The beauty stuns me
The colors of a sunset are so jaw dropping, it's almost criminal
My eyes never wish to look away during such times
Things are good, I'm happy
yes, you're making more money than most people your age
Im doing well, doing it without school too
School was never for you anyway
I'm close to my peak
Here she comes
who?
Mirror, mirror can't you see? What lies beautifully
and elegant in front of you? Who is she?
She looks into the mirror as if looking at
someone else as she rubs her hands through
Passing on the banks of the river,
bluffs on each side rise to reach a low sky.
Covered only in scraggly bushes, rock
bare and brown slopes and juts above the banks.
Rock gives way to trees, a puffed blanket draped
His hair spills around his face like a halo of curls His eyes are dark and careless and captivating They are black holes and I am falling, falling in His laugh sounds like a waterfall Rushing out Spilling out When he laughs his whole body laughs S
That boy was only 17
Lyrics coming out from his eyes
Those hands
Those eyes
His guitar, my ukulele
To her people were art.
Their body, their face
Their mind, their thoughts
Their secrets, their souls.
It was the way she looked
At the world that made her
Eyes so beautiful
As beautiful
As every sunset and sunrise you will
Ever see
There are so many little things that no one notices.
The fresh smell of rain.
The warm atmosphere of a summer morning.
The happiness in a bee's buzz.
The loving way that person looks at you.
I would compare us to the Beauty and the Beast, but I have not such low self-esteem
so as to compare my countenance to that of the beast,
I’ve traced the veins up your arms
The angles of your jaw
The slope of your cheekbones
The basin of your forehead
The curves of your sides
The length of your limbs
Over and over
Again and again
Hair as everlasting as the sky
Words with the power of worlds
Thought as the depst of knowledge
Beauty with no bounds
Skin as that which holds stars
Royalty.... Royalty....
I was the type of person to immerse myself in hate.
I was a first rate lover but had horrible traits.
I found myself uncertin why everytime i'd pass a mirror i couldn't help but fear her.
There are feathers here.
Light, beautiful, no one can
Trust them, they can betray
You, but they're beautiful.
There is cold here.
Excuses wrapped in
Coats that will never
Chirping together with singing,
I awaken to the act of being
Calling my name to begin the day.
Calling me away
From the past of yesterday.
While all my problems fade
Five A.M.
And the world
Is fast asleep
My alarm clock
Blares
And wakes me up
While yours
Prepares
To go off
In an hour
My tea pot
Shudders
A call of affirmation
An air of great suppression
Awoken by the stream of light
Which beckons me to my day's plight
A screaming alarm
It means no harm
But morning is dreary
And I am weary
They lined the station like tchotchkes placed in careful disarray,
Here between F and 13th,
Red cheeked and frosted breath,
Bare porcelain angels waiting on the shelf of a Goodwill.
By: David Avery
The universe is full of magnificent things
And there is no way but journeying through the
World, and opening your mind, to see it.
Awe-some things like the sunset at night,
When I wake up in the morning,
The very first things my eyes see as they open
Is a blue like an aged Forget-Me-Not.
My mind is a blank slate, hardly able to be written on
My mind is what some may call dark
despite my efforts to brighten the dull cluttered space that I have created inside my brain
it remains somber and dark,
On a day that is hard
look at the sky.
Sometimes it makes me
wonder, why?
it makes me feel small:
the whole universe
it fills me with wonder:
and I feel good
Take off your make up
Be who you truly are
Show off your blemishes
And don’t be afraid
Take off your make up
Be who you truly are
Show off your blemishes
And don’t be afraid
I get up in the morning because I’m angry
Angry at the world, angry at the people in it
Angry how the color of someone’s skin determines how they’re treated
roastingwinter mealsjust beforethe snow hits,the dry chilling airencircles us twolittle penguinsin our black overcoatsas we smellsweet sugars formupon the darkening skin
It might just be the perfect day,
It could also be the worst.
But does it really, really matter?
Of happiness I constantly burst!
It comes from the warm cup of coffee
Love, what have we here?
This is the stuff of dreams, the magic of the stars.
This is the beauty of the skies, the song of the heart.
I used to think I was drowning in an abyss of my own loneliness. That darkness used to consume my heart and soul. My eyes would continue to close as my head dosed off in an eternal slumber.
It goes unseen by herself.
To everyone around it's obvious
But she can't see it.
Some people are envious of it,
Others hate her for it,
And a few,
Clouds may hide sunshine,
but they bring me smiles.
showing beauty and grace,
never defiled.
They give me perspective,
prove that Im so small,
yet strong enough
not to fall.
After a couple years with you
I realized that my favorite color isn’t purple
It was brown
No
Not any kind of brown
Listen to me.
You
are
worthy.
No
matter
what.
I promise,
even if you
never looked
like this by
choice, it doesn't
matter, you are
The glossy magazine
In the library
Is screaming.
Cheekbones!
Makeup!
Perfection!
Pretension!
Be fake!
Be beautiful!
Be loved!
Be sexy!
It's mean when people make money from miseryIt's mean when people make money from my miseryIt's mean when people make money from your miseryIt's mean when peopl
A step out.
A storm in.
A single drop of blood.
One of them, will win.Thundering blasts.
Compulsive fasts.
Murmurs inside.
The skin, opened wide. Sex, oh no, agony and hatefuck,
“You and She are Her”
She’s got her feet on the ground, but hear heads in the sky
Her heart so dope, and her soul is so fly
I was stopped by a man in a room made of gold
He sat and told me his life story
yet he couldn't look me in the eyes
as he called me beautiful
We were both looking for "God" in all the wrong places
Be still, my heart,
"I cannot," she says,
"I have been cruelly broken,
and I am in too many pieces."
I pull out a pen and tell her to bleed.
Bleed onto paper the thousand words,
Bleeding ink
crying out a lullaby of pain
red fiery hair
they say she's insane
burning inside
outside's much the same
she is what we call beauty
is she real or a game
A friendship so beautiful,
The world's eyes are forever searching,
But fail to find, rendered sightless by greed.
The hatred tries to bleed into, incompetent.
A home broken like an ocean floor of glass,
Get in the car. Drive for a little while. Among the dusty plains. It's a place I call home. Don't know anything else. Purple ringed skies. In the air carries no lies. I can breathe easy tonight. The radio is real loud. But it soothes the soul. A
I am just a traveler in want of a little rest
I had been blending through a city of the oppressed
Dimming me down to the filthy ground
Screaming at me, they surround
You can ride life like a tower that holds you high with the night in your hair. You can drink in every hour and breathe and sing to the infinite air.
Strings of me are what girls want.
White, pure, and ound.
Though as I lay upon your neck,
I never utter a sound.
I come in many sizes,
Pulled away from the sea.
From an oyster shell to a jeweler,
This is what I have left,
The last connection to who I used to be.
I write to remember,
I write to forget,
I write to find where eternity meets the end.
I write about hope,
Long since lost
There's a battle out there- this world's got a scheme
To take the 'you' and replace it with 'me'
That's what they call the Hollywood machine-
It just starts with one flaw may never have seen
one of the saddest things
i've ever known
is the weighted feeling
that comes with understanding
there is some
no so much beauty in
Looking in the distance
Towards the judgemental figures
Hiding in the crowd from their cruel jokes
Eyes like fire burning your skin from your bone
You can call me out my name, but I hope you don't do it for the fame.
Because beauty is something everyone is given.
Skin is no more than just a sheet to cover the true beauty within.
Nestle Crunch Bar, oh so clever
Ah, how misleading.
A beautiful creature with an icey grace.
Soft glances and a sickly sweet smile,
Beguiling words and cursed happiness.
Whatever created this shadow?
We are not the same.
We have different goals,
different wants, different needs.
Black words on a white page
distract me from thoughts of you,
and smoke fills your lungs,
like a daily medication,
to avoid the hurt and anger.
She used to tell me the skies were beautiful.With not a single cloud in it and fluent shade of baby blue.In her mind, clear skies represented beauty.
Activist, Conservationist, Environmentalist
Veterinarian, Psychologist, Ethologist
Poet, Writer, Singer
Baker, Designer, Entrepreneur
Mother, Daughter, Friend
The more dirt you throw on top of a forgotten beauty,
The more difficult it becomes to find.
Because then it gradually changes,
Disguised by the rotting filth that scuffs out it's light,
Is my black beautiful? I live in a generation that's cleaning up the mess the previous had made. Striving for equality, justice, but one thing doesn't seem to change.
We went from wake up and dress up
to taking our time to impressed looks
but what evey girl fail to realize
is that the only beauty that counts
The beauty of the world has been masked with a false sense of acceptanceYou are designed In his favor and you aren't even smart enough to accept itWe simply continue to reflect on the irrelevant and neglect what's most import
Mirror mirror on the wall,Tell me does he love me at all?Mirror mirror hanging there,Tell me does he truly care?Mirror mirror I see you,Tell me are his words true?Mirror mirror staring back,
Beauty is a broken mirror.You try to pick up the piecesNot caring that the sharp edgesPierce your natural skin.The rough edges scar your body; They create jagged lines across something Already beautiful.
In the summer dawn I took to the mountain and field,
Hopping the creek, and breathing the spearmint yield.
Passing the pond, I startle the heron perched in the pine,
I am a Goddess,
At least that's what she's been told all her life.
Her hips sway with the breezes that follows through the trees,
As the ground kisses her heels as she walked on by.
Gold Diamond rich with them carats Bold red lips and them plastics Gold Blood dripping it's a classic American Dream......
I walk along, head held high,
No single man can touch my pride.
I am alone, but my heart is full,
Not a single moment I feel dull.
It was not always like this,
I used to hate myself and diss
When you feel that breeze on a Sunday,When you feel the world flowing,There is a feeling of peace. When you wake up to the sunlight's kisses,When you stay up to the night's rhythm and blues, There is a feeling of harmony. When you lose to a fami
ICARUS - a stiffened dream of humanity in his desire - to fly
Space ships and airplanes is not full of human feeling
that this dream has come true
Our mind want to traveling around the stars and distant worlds
Dear nine yr old me You are a Nubian princess Wear your hair Dark and lovely A crown of curly wool On top of your head Do not pale in comparison To the brighter or whiter Your skin radiates Glows as bright as the night sky Above a flourishing Ede
You see a forest
they look at you the same
Everyone... All they see is trees
I do not see trees
For I am blinded by the leaves of them
I appreciate being blinded
Your beauty. I see your beauty
in the middle
of the the room, like flowers cropping up
in the middle
There's something about surfing at sunset.
Maybe your hands feel like ice cubes.
Maybe your ribs ache against the surfboard.
Maybe your arms hang, limp as noodles.
Girls are meant to be pretty and nothing more
For some, they must wear makeup in order to feel whole
They put on a full face for a simple trip to the grocery store
To conceal, brush, and blend the pain in their soul
Humans are Ignorant;
Illiterate and Inexperienced.
We live in a world Poisoned by Greed.
Some might say the color brown is boring,
bland,
too close to black,
but if you knew, you would understand;
because it’s the color of his eyes.
They’re not just ‘brown’.
I stepped off the plane into a new land, and new language, and new climate, and a new culture.
It was humid in Hanoi.
It was dirty. Dirt sat in the streets and people sat on the sidewalks.
You have always puzzled me
You seem to be nothing more than a beautiful face
With blue, bashful, stormy eyes
Her heart as deep as the ocean
She is mysterious like the other side of the moon
Her intellect as bright as the stars
Her skin glows like a million suns
She is as fierce asa cheetah
Dark black is my colour
Don’t confuse that with another
Like rich black oil flowing
In seamless precision
Don’t stare at me because of your decision
Don’t be perplexed because its your own confusion
I am a contradiction,
A perfect contradiction.
On looking in from outside,
I think I'd pass inspection.
My nails are neat, each hair in place.
My clothes the latest styles.
All she asked
was a simple favor
A few words to end the problem
She did not intend to be the reason
The reason why there is blood
Sometimes when i look in your eye's I see the solar system
other times when i look in your eye's it's like your soul is missing
like night and day
She has beautyNo Pride She has beautyShe just doesn't know it She has a smile She just doesn't show it She never talks Only silence She traps herself From the violence Is she real? Does she heal? She stares into the mirror Faces her fear Dark
Today as I went about my Saturday ritual of housekeeping,
I found my lost love for the laundry and the orange peel therein
And again at midday for the sanitized scent of the dishwasher
Poetry, building up inside me.
It fills me up until my lungs explode,
It’s love, that brims at the seams as it sloshes
She used to trace her eyes with a path of blackI assumed it was to grab attentionShe would perfectly fill in her acne scars’ gapsMaybe it was to be the best additionBarbie dolls, and Maybelline models
Smiles are sunrises and spring flowers.
They rise and grow from the joys of life.
So smile.
And bring beauty into this world.
The cold barren treesNo easy sway, but staunch in strife.No green from the leaves;No signs of life.
On the night of dying days
Night men smoke their hours away
Beauty queens take their light of day
Succubus smile succubus kiss
Succubus giveth death to unborn kid
There's this thing called beauty. It's something you were taught when you were youngerand your mother, or your father, or your grandmother would say"you're beautiful."And you believed them.
Lipstick, eyeshadow,
who am I now?
mascara, contour
I always need more
ribbons and curls
diamonds and pearls
The most exquisite thing you can be is nothing but yourself
Yet most people are sham these days
Splendor doesn’t rest in appearances
Beauty comes from the heart
The morals
The noble objectives of a person
“Evening Suns”
Twilight sets as a black night approaches
Stars twinkle passionately
“Morning Stars”
Crack of dawn greets us before noon is here
Shall I compare thee to a winters night?
You're darker by far and more pervasive
The chill in the air kills any thought of staying out longer
Rushing me inside to drink something hot and cuddle down
See through the eyes
What falls in-between
Touch with the tips
And feel the breeze
Taste with the lips
And smell through the pits
The tears I bleed
And what nature relieves
Today I learned
that in France
having a gap between your teeth
is believed to be good luck
dents du bonheur
good luck teeth
In France
this "imperfection"
At 5 years old i thought i was beautiful.
I went to school and heard them girls talking.
At 7 years old i thought i was ugly.
I went to school and people agreed.
At 9 years old i thought i was okay looking.
I am a woman.
My stomach is not flat,
but my skin is soft.
My lips, they whisper
Gentle soothings through the night.
I am a woman.
Hair shows itself upon my legs;
My breasts are supple;
Self worth is your swag
Don't let your confidence lag
Cause them haters want to eat you
Deep inside they wanna be you
The essence of what is true to you
Self confidence is attractive
She peaks like swell in the ocean and crashes into the sand dunes.
She soars with the pelicans and falls with rain.
She is the orange sunset glimmering across the river, only to disappear over the west when looked upon.
I really tried not to love you
I tried to find other joys in life instead
but you stuck around,
and not once did you leave my head
As I was staring up at the skies
the wind blew you right through my mind
I looked at the gaps between my fingers and realized
your hands would fit perfectly into mine
I have been put down
In the harshest of ways
And I cannot frown
Because it is not you who deserves the blame.
Dazzled in wealth with milk and honey flowing, I look to my face
Silk from head to toe no corn in my row but my emotions have no place
at the mountain top, success on the clock with no sense of direction
In the night sky
The star’s twinkle
To the rhythm of my heart
The man in the moon
Sings me to sleep
With the sweetest melody
Made of light and convex beams
Colors dance in the daylight
This watch staring up at me
It's face whispering,
you can't live without me
repeating again as eras pass over
every chance to be triumphant
Mozart spent endless nights
This is a poem that my friend, Veronica, and I wrote. Hope you enjoy!
Your feedback would be greatly appreciated. (:
Thick
You called me that
Tonight.
I opened myself up
Beauty is...
A waterfall trickling into a small pond,
Moss carpet cushioning the animals as they drink,
Where people have not roamed
Beauty is...
The enchanted forest that comes alive
A Krazy Kahlo and Picasso
By Lauren Ward
All I Need Is a Painting.
A Picasso. Or maybe a Frida Kahlo.
Hidden Beauty
|~Taylor Freeman~|
Losing someone is extremely difficult.
But when they are close to someone so young that’s the worst.
Our father was killed in war;
Everyone wants to be beautiful.
Nobody recognizes true beauty until it's gone.
It's just like the old saying,
"you don't realize what you've got until it's gone".
It's the same for beauty.
Foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner
Some of the products used by many
The clothes that society says look good are designer
Am I the only one that finds jeans on clearance at JcPenny?
Sometimes the birds will sing on Sunday
Sometimes the birds won't sing
Sometimes the flowers bloom early
Sometimes it snows in Spring
Sometimes the sun sleeps at twilight
Leaving a painted sky
We look in the mirror and see nothing but flaws
We tears ourselves apart because society defines the laws
Bags under our eyes and a nose too large or too small
We are completely appalled
Oh, your majesties,
you stun me to the core
with your glorious beauty.
The eyes of an old sage,
shine infinite wisdom,
pouring into and over,
everything in your paths.
Oh, how I wish
Paint me perfect on your wall.
Deep wine lips, erase the flaw.
Pearly white teeth that I have always hidden.
You’ll see a smile I view as forbidden.
Something in my heart is suffocating
Alive still, but slowly fading
This feeling of something dying
With constant pain and trying
Why won't someone love?
Why won't someone care?
Frigid, icy shudders
Heart so close to dead
Yet with her hand my chest it beats
Warm skin against frostbitten lips
A summer kiss to dull my winter sorrow
Her laugh could make the flowers bloom and birds sing
when i say you are beautiful
i am not forgetting.
perhaps in beauty nature boasts
the pain of life
and within you
uncorrupted
lays a secret garden
and within you
Find the beauty in everything
As nature takes its course
Let nothing stand in the way
Not even the fierceness of a tender force
Everyday is a blessing
Another opportunity to make your life grand
Her hand danced on water
Her feet like a ballerina's
That smile reflects beauty
Her skin flawless
How could she be real?
Did she come out of my dreams?
That waterfall hair
Deep blue eyes
I am going to live
I am going to run with the stars and
Scream at the sky
James Joyce will hold my hand
And we will walk in a connected world
As the trees mutter a familiar tune
Dear Society, do we exist anymore?
The moment we come into this world you grab hold of us like prized possessions
The clothes we wear, the games we play, the language we speak, you control
I find my mind will change itself.
My body will decay.
My thoughts, my dreams, my aspirations
turn to low vibrations and whither away.
All of these material things
that some hold dear to Heart...
Your Beautiful
Your Inteligent
Your Needed
You told me these things when I was young
I never belived the words you told me
I threw myself down
And told myself I would never be loved
But
He pours scalding water
over your wounds
boiling you from the outside in.
His words are poison soap
grating off layers of the world
I found myself relapsing last night. Again.
Sadness came about and held my throat with both hands,
and when I stopped sputtering and gasping for sweet air,
self-hatred was registered in my heart
The clouds part to reveal the stars, but the clouds themselves are also beauty; black grey grotesque scowling at earth crying furious but beauty - and the stars are overlooked, shining dully and ignored glitter, for clouds are the beauty expected
I look out of plane view
At a mountain range anew
They are so beautiful
That words are to dull
To describe the pull
That they have on my soul
A mist of sawdust moved by the exhalation of a sleeping craftsman
With a start he wakes blinking in the late afternoon sun that slinks its way through the drowsy shack
All I need is a stick of graphite. Dark and black as the night sky itself, when no stars shine and the moon hides from the horrors besieging the world.
Beauty in you.
We are all human beings.
Beauty is what is all underneath
No makeup to hide the shame that is inside
We all make mistakes,but we have to still try
Fight to believe, dream, and achieve
Dear Kiersten,
I hope heaven isn't just full of angels.
I hope there are abundant ladybugs, majestic horses, and cuddly dogs.
I pray heaven is filled with beauty and song!
In your colorful irises,
The universe resides…
This gigantic beauty that encapsulates our existence
That that gives us feelings of timidness and distance,
Is veiling its beauty with mystery
If you see me drown alone
See me standing on my own
In a world of complications
I have intricately sown
If you hear me in the night
Shedding tears over a loss
Beauty: From Me to You
Dear lover,
I wish you could see the beauty in yourself
The constant radiating aurora
No you don’t need any Sephora
Between my fingertips I hold the key to self destructionWith no instruction but to inhaleDeep and fast to make the head rush last and with destruction in handLooking around I suddenly noticed something
True Love
There are lots of kinds of love
Platonic
Romantic
Familial
Love you have for your pets
Your favorite band
Yourself
Love is something special
One day I wore red lipstick to feel beautifulAnd when I say red I meanthe color of a ripe strawberryThe color of fresh oozing bloodThe color of fire trucks wailing to extinguish the fire
I pass her everyday,
always there,
always perfect.
But I'll never be like that.
I like to eat.
My skin is messed up.
There's bags under my eyes.
My lips blend wrong.
But there she is,
Gradually gray transitioned to soft pink and lilac,
The clouds finally dispersing after everlasting months of bleakness.
The fingers of the sun stretched out sleepily, clumsily
What is beauty?
The answer has alluded us for years,
The question creeps into every little girl's fears.
"Am I good enough?" they think, teetering on the brink.
In my darkest moments I had always stood alone,
My pain kept within the confines of my mind
Or spilling blood on my wrists.
I had seen people loving and hating,
If I am not beautiful,
Will you care to see
What lies far inside of me?
If my skin is not tan,
Will you care for my mind?
Speak up young student!
Are you creatively blind?
The pain and harshness of thorns can overcome the beauty of a sweet-smelling rose. Known for its eye-catching appearance, the flower never loses the sharp defects protruding from its vines.
I can’t live without her.
She is the one who has carried my compass to the top, and took my air at the floor.
She loves sad songs with happy melodies.
This one goes out to all of the girls sitting in the audienceWho have had their heart broken!
Come on! Raise your hands!Don't be afraid to admit that some guys just deserve to go to Hell!
People are like apples picked from a tree,The beautiful ones with no imperfections are picked first,but that makes them bitter and unripe.
The bruised and dented are picked last,but that makes them sweet and delicious.
Here in the garden, kaleidoscopic.
Here where I took and ate, saccharine.
Here she was born.
Let me go
Please stop it.
My veins crepuscule.
Eyes dark
Lips dark
I don't remember the first day I saw this portal.
This portal that showed me what the world saw.
The image of me that everyone has an opinion for.
Where is my opinion.
It doesn't peel away, but I can take it off
It makes me feel beautiful
But I can wipe it with a cloth.
Compliments from boys all day
Somehow boosts my confidence, but
It's not me, It's my mask they see
Life is no fun when you're counting it by the hours
Life is worth living when you’re gazing at this flower
Of what has become and what’s going to be
It stands bright and strong after stung by honeybees
I am tourmented by the pages of magazines.
Beauty is only skin deep.
I cut out pictures, piece them together
PERFECT! body and frame
I’m the ugly brambly bush
I sit in the dead field
With all the dead grass
I’m surrounded by weeds
And no gardener dare tend me
girl in the bathroom paints on her facecovering the spots on her skin hoping to be like the otherscover it for the mornings but reminded by the night timeknowingly she changes her looks
Can something really be beautifully tragic?Is it possible for a being to be gracefully destructive?How can a life be insignificantly worthwhile?
The wind blows
the wind howls
Mother Nature cries
while we tell lies
hungry greedy men
killing her children
leaving her raped in the dust
only to feed their lust
for power and money
I AM A WOMAN
i have faced with many challenges and trials
i have been through discrimination and bullying
i have failed
i have made mistakes
I AM STRONG
i have overcome the odds
I see her as she stares up at the skies
Beautiful, with crystal blue eyes
She looked like a sunrise
extravagant and full of promise
To know her is a gift
beautiful people
beautiful smiles
beautiful broken stares glossy eyes painted faces sculpted brows bony chests hungry hearts daydreaming minds
I had the best dream ever. Sitting on a basement waiting, cat-and-mouse for a change.
Unexpectedly forth came this beauty, that took me out of my cage.
If you let me, I'd like to clutch your forty-five pearlsA flawed, blinding foreignnessAnd if it's possible---the descendant of Emily DickinsonBut have you really locked yourself away?
As I wake up to the morning sky, I look upon the sun and ask myself why.
Why the sun rises with such fullness and brightness. Some see it as just a star, others as God's gift to the righteous.
The first time she fell in love
was when she saw a piece of paper
and felt an urge to spill her heart out.
She wrote new realities because hers
weren't so sweet.
She sees the world as it is:
What really matters in life?
Family, friends, religion, money, fame?
The list goes on, but life doesn’t.
It’s important to not feel foreign in your own skin
Limp blonde hair falling in her eyes
Parted red lips releasing a sigh
Her skin looked like porcelain
As the cold began to set in
A sense of freedom in her eyes
I am constantly told I'm pretty. For my skinny. my natural beauty. Who am I? I am Savannah Pehrson . "the nicest girl with a bubbly personality". The girl who believes in inner beauty. I go to school and see what we all see. Pretties.
Pain brings the saddest days or the happiest moments
Pain of sacrifice is more bueatiful then a childs pain turned into a starlit lotus
If you lose pain you lose focus
What beauty is to you, isn't what it is to me. They say beauty is your skin, pale and fair. They say beauty is in your eyes, they tell all. They say beauty is your mind, strong and smart.
Ugly
as the mirror fragments sealed.in a mask upon my face
No, Ugly
Like the shattered remains of a broken moon admist a nighttime eclipse
No more
No, Ugly
A generation of beauty,
wasting away into darkness,
the beauty of a smile,
the uniqueness of a beauty mark,
fading away,
Often I look up to the Skies
Relishing the beauty it holds
Adorned at night by twinkling Stars
And daily by the fiery Sun
The full moon so enthralling
The wavy Clouds so gorgeous
Those winter leaves
are wanting me
I used to be a quiet girl
I used to sit in nature, hidden from the world
Those winter leaves
are calling me
Pushing me to be the best I can be
I press my forehead against your cheek,A hypochondriac child desperately pleas with fear,“Am I sick? Am I sick?”
At first I was lost at words.
Words to describe such beauty I’ve seen.
Her looks and movements were unreal. I asked myself, “Who is this being?”
Because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May”
By: Wardah Elghazali
Picking roses
One by one
Two by two
Beauty was born
And Beauty will soon die
Hunting another calloused hand to hold
I became lost in worlds of temptation,
Used for beauty, hollowed, taken & sold
To the pursuit of my validation.
Growing my muscles, both body and brain
Do you like my Pretty little mask?
It smiles and it waves.
It hides the girl underneath
And fills so many graves.
So Many girls both near and far,
Want my mask of sin.
Jazsmin
jaz - man noun f
1. A blossoming flower that will always keep growing
She silently developes within the faith of her blooms
From the day you looked in the mirror you questioned your flaws
‘You’re a beautiful girl” replayed in your head but your eyes wouldn’t let you believe
Waking up to you is like discovering a foreign place.
I trace every birthmark on your skin to find your face.
I was a vast land, long forgotten and claimed my none.
Curious eyes reached beyond the horizon, it had begun.
People judge
by the mirror's expectations.
They don't look
inside with appreciation.
Maybe people aren't
always outwardly beautiful,
But that does not mean
their souls are dull.
I ate too much chocolate, they said.
Eating too much chocolate, makes my eyes and hair brown.
Just brown.
But I wanted blue eyes and yellow hair.
As we drift west 'neath cotton wisps and buttes,
Cerulean and pearly white combine
To mock at spinach-green and call it mute,
And point it to the highway's yellow line.
I crush me between my fingers and palm, squeezing tightly - relentlessly
Into my balled up fist I threw the things that make me me.
The bad things -
Beauty is never a careful color
Its an angry amber, a vibrating violet
Courage is never a planned step
Its a shaky bridge, a broken ankle
Truth is never a smile and a wink
Its a broken dream, a sober triumph
You tell me who to be, and then refuse to walk
Along the beaten path you carved for me.
I stumble along rocks, and smell each blooming bud.
Why do you make things so sweet and empty?
I sat quietly outside idling by, when the image of a woman caught my eye.
My eyes fixated on her dark orange dress with a skirt that went just past her knees; not such beauty has any man ever seen.
Haphazardly beautiful
rocks Spewed onto the Ground
bright and Safe through eyes of Blue
Shade so sweet to eyes of brown
red eyes see it Dead, Rustic
eyes Move fast and catch a glimpse
I am beautiful.
Some may choose to call me “vain” or “conceited” for this
but they don’t understand.
I choose to call myself beautiful
because sometimes I fail to see it.
She is strong
She is more than just a pretty face
She is more than just a girl that takes up space
She is a girl that sings her own song
No one asks her name
I was a mummy
My bandages unraveled
My heart disintegrated
Into bits of dust and ash
Of which particulate the atmosphere
I have burnt in the fire of addiction in my family
You ask me who am I
I’m the expression of beauty seen only by few,
the splattered paint people call art
As they run and gallop through the countryside,
Their manes and hooves seem to glide.
As fast and fierce as they can be,
No other animal seem so free.
Their love for human kind shows their big hearts,
Forever crow another one
Chips and chirps of unseen ones
The voices I once heard begin to fade
As the voices die down
Mother nature begins to speak
Her whispering soul flows through the trees
I am the Sun.
I am every ray of light that strikes
The Earth.
I am eternal.
Even amidst the cloud-filled sky,
I am burning ever bright.
And I will continue to burn,
I am
I am nothing but I can eventually be something
I am two eyes and heartbeat and mouth that is full of words
I am the heart that beats inside of me and the blood that pumps through my veins
You say you’re not not deepBut your eyes have a different storyThey tell me you want to enjoy life and make it funnyYou want trust again but afraid of failure
The beginning was harsh
Lava everywhere and with no life form
Thunderstorms braking out eveyday
Tornadoes hitting the ground tearing up the lands
Tsunamis covering the lands
Hail dropping from the sky
I wrote a poem about a girl,
And I though that I'd share it to the world.
So That it would bring hope to the ones That are heart broken,
And help them to find words that are soft spoken.
The morning sun rises peacefully
and the birds begin to play.
The soft glow of pink and red turns
On airy cliff side sits the falcon’s nest,
A perch of splendid vacant seaside view,
And in it does my youthful spirit rest,
Absorbing breath of air and sky of blue;
While body lives the life of down-below,
What makes beauty?
Do you have to have a skinny waist?
Do you have to have expensive taste?
What makes beauty?
A Simple Seed
Existence
The seed everyone shares
Ignorant and seemingly unremarkable it grows
Some foundation, some powder
Don't forget to line your eyes
And paint your lips
And just a little bit of blush
And cover up that pimple
That eye is a little bit bigger than the other
Beauty
Simplicity
Bliss
a cheek, the air, a kiss.
Each simple wonder works,
to bring somebody perks.
No wonder power weakens,
and jewels, and money speak too.
Our journey is about to begin
The trek is high
The time is nigh
Up we go over rocks and rubble
A few do fall
A frightened call
But still we climb; higher and higher
One final leap
Call it beauty
Call it beauty when the stars blanket the night sky
When the birds sweeten the morning air
When the rain rejuvenates the fresh soil
When waterfalls look like falling pristine sugar
There’s something glorious about being a woman
Like the feel of Saturday mornings when you don’t have to go anywhere
And the sky is painted with lilacs and periwinkle and you wonder
“Why do I ever go to Sunday school
Life descends upon us unawares
living is a beauty so beguiling
As a human subject to her whim
how could you not embrace her smiling?
To awaken with such potential
People say that white is pure
But I have found that green
is far more unadulterated
Until now, I never noticed how
one color
could evoke so much fulfillment
Life is short, but life has offerings.
So many offerings, that so many don’t learn to take.
From a young age I was offered beauty and pain.
The pain wasn’t a choice, but the beauty was.
It did not feel like it should be snowing,
but it was.
The air was almost warm,
my jacket was open.
Walking along the dark dirt path
I saw
feel beneath those cuts
your soul radiates beauty
battle scars come forth
The Old Masters paint ladies with rough horsehair brushes
and treat them with noxious turpentine.
Alas; woe to my eyes--
Let them not see.
The object of my affection
Cares not of me.
Laying on the floor
At the bottom of a pit
Created in my mind
All the light drained from the world.
A rope fell to the bottom
Brushing my hand
Begging me to grab on.
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Why is it that Mother Nature
Blesses the winter
With an ivory coat and
Blesses the spring
Deep and rich,Smooth and clear,A masterpiece painted for the ears,A sweet perfume to the listener.A silvery song,A tenor or base,The loud radio announcer,Or the soft-spoken artist.
Recall the days, not long ago,
When you were but a pup,
And all the world was marvelous,
Nowhere to grow but up.
With each new dawn came new delights,
To learn, to act, to feel;
Standing on a hill
Feels like I am queen of the world
The city lights dance before my innocent eyes
The whispers that float to my ears
You are beautiful
The world is beautiful
If only we could see
Her touch is a push and a pull,
It'll have you losing your mind and at the same time heal your soul.
A savage she is.
She'll claw you like a piece of meat,
While the beast in her kisses your lips.
Beauty
A misunderstood, hopelessly articulated, constantly changing concept
The true meaning which has died
Buried under social media, magazines, models, makeup
Under designer clothes and fancy cars
Do you see beautiful?
Do you...
Well...
Do you see beautiful in me?
Sorry for asking.
It's just,
Maybe beautiful is
A choice, not a birthright.
All Around
Beauty
Natural and Real
Unadulterated By Man's
Dull Existence
Butterflies
Birds
Even leaves
Hold powerful significance to the
Watchful eye
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Wily charms of erected façades placatethe dissimulated crowds of unreasonabilitywaiting to laud falsity to heights unwarrantedwithin this impossible dream-of-a-life covered by
So many photos that compliment your curves
until I compliment your curves..
"Swerve" you say
I've somehow fallen into a pool of not acknowledging your worth..
She walks within, she walks without
She shines in the sun's rays
And she shines when the lights have gone out
Radiating warmth she glides towards us
In her wake is love and joy
one of the scariest things that i ever came to realize was that it was my natural instinct to kill what i found to be more beautiful than anything else. no one pays it any mind when it's just a flower.
In your anger, you're glorious. Metaphoric muscles flexing. Jaw popping.And through it all- Your eyes burning.
Life is worth living because of these.
Strum of coastal breeze,
sugary and smooth,
lock of hair that flits
away from my face.
Rustle of leaves, slight and drifting,
The snow dances down
Like prima ballerinas,
Floating and flitting.
It lands with not one small sound,
A lull, then orchestra swells.
As a young woman it seems my body serves threat to my soul.
My body making up me; unqiue.
Curved and straight and flat and wide and thin and all, is my own.
it's hard to be aware
of the moving world around
the whipping and rushing and tripping and gushing
it's hard to stay with your feet on the ground
and it's much too easy to lose that footing
Your skin, it breathes
Your hair, it speaks,
Your mouth it loves.
You speak gods into the minds of men
and your silence shakes the Earth that supports you
Its hard to feel awesome, when pain lingers
How easy it is to lose what we cling to!
How fragile, these shining lives, how easily extinguished,
yet how beautiful.
Our bones - reliable, powerful, wonderfully crafted,
are but toothpicks
us black women,
like samples at a grocery store
set out to be picked over but is
never fully paid for .
The past is what is said and done
The pictures that I used to take weren't for fun
It is hard to believe because you can only see the outside
Where I can use filters to cover up and hide
Hummingbirds
Hummingbirds give me hope
I see them buzz, they rarely mope.
When I’m tired and blue
Few creatures point directly back to you.
Those Hummingbirds that do not sing
I love you, don't you know that yet?
You are my rock
My moon
My sun
My ray of hope
My sunday morning
The weight that holds me together
You are the main star to my night
Your eyes brighten my heart, your smile takes my inner child and caresses me, soothes me, if my eyes rolled back and I melted into the very essence of your soul, I could not be happier to be inside such a wonderful image of beauty, happiness and
Through the glass I look
Searching for some answer
Faces slanted into an opaque distortion
Everywhere I gaze
how could someone so beautiful
so gentle and kind,
be a murderer?
well here's how:
she tells herself that she is hideous,
that she is nothing.
she slowly kills herself,
I'm cold. A chill in the air.
Wood fire dwindling to smolders.
Ash crisped cinders to share.
Cotton between our shoulders.
That endearing musk of burnt wood.
I've always been told that I'm not good enough
I'm told that I need to change to fit in
But I just respond with "Nah, that's not me"
I was at my first party and someone handed me a drink
eyes wide ingesting everything
ravenous retinas
resolution high
wind whips blurry
hurried blinking bliss
air warm
thick breaths
breeze blue
sun beams
vast view
People always wonder why the greatest & most loved people leave us. We are all flowers in a beautiful a garden. Some of us more beautiful than others, whether it be because of our actions, or simply our hearts of gold.
someone asked me the other day
when i told them i was gay
if i could really truly prove it
and i knew, that i could do it
i know from the way i describe the way her hips swing from side
Why must , in every picture, she look so beautiful?
When will some one find and keep me? They all see a piece of me and not the full me. I'm either intelligent, pretty, funny, or anything else that people see on the outside.
Beauty cries out
To the young girl playing princess,
To the teen girl scrutinizing the reflection.
To the mom who weeps at a morphed form.
To the one in the wheelchair…
To the book worm…
To everyone.
Deep within the earth’s core
A pool of magma dreams to soar
Beyond the darkness
Because although this pool is very bright ----
It is only their own light ---
And they want more
They crave more
He moved here for people like me
From an old place called Italy
But never lost sight of his family
And wanted them to see what he had
He didn’t want them to be sad
He had a son
Only one
No filter
No control.
I don't choose to look like I do.
With dead eyes.
And an empty smile.
No filter
No control.
I did not ask for this.
My frame too large for photo encasing.
Ignorance is such a beautiful thing,
But oh how toxic it can be.
You poisoned my mind with words of beauty,
Songs of joy my heart did sing,
There are 26 letters in the English language.
There are thousands of words
There are millions of sentences
and you control this entity with your one mouth
To build empires
To tear down nations
They say if I want to fit in
Than I should
Walk like them
Talk like them
Dress Like them
They say that beauty
I'm Daniel at warFacing the tallest of the GiantsMy rocks won't reachMy voice muffled in the echoes of silence
That beautiful girl
with her eyes that look like they belong on a painting
those eyes that could stare down anything and anyone
they look right through your's and see right into your very heart
Who am I with #NoFilter you ask... You may see a dollar all wrinkled and torn and then that perfect straight crisp dollar but they both are still dollars right? Filters just cover up the imperfections on the outside.
I'm a china, glass doll girl, people think I'll break.
Problem is they don't know how much I've already had to take.
And putting me on a shelf was never my idea of fun.
Hair tied in knots,
Lipstick smeared off,
The room that I'm in,
Littered with cloth.
Homework undone,
Bed untidy,
Finding myself,
Dirty and grimy.
I take a step back,
Her beauty is a flowershyly peeking its head above ground,but bursting with color.Hers is thegentle touch of the spring breeze,the placid clarity of
Seeing the sunrise peak from behind the city skyline
The mirror image in the soft waves below
Feeling the the sun's warmth brush against the back of my neck
During a beautiful winter day
I sit in a room
A dark and cold room
A lifeless,
colorless,
dank room
In the corner I sit
I sit and wait
I wait for hours
From days to week
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
Strip me of my mocha colored skin
and my velvet coursed curly hair,
and tell me darling...what do you see?
Fiametta
Under the layers of our years,
Beneath that wizened crust,
sleeps the ageless spirit that once set fire to our eyes.
A million selfies, now a million and oneI've sent to the eyes of the man who held the gun.The gun of the happiness I asked him ownOn account of the interest and affection he'd shown.
I rub my eyes,
Eyeliner,
Mascara,
Streaks my face.
Makeup remover,
Wipe,
By wipe,
It disappears.
I continue,
Foundation,
Concealer,
Ordinary.
Is what we are without all the excess
Is what the world looks like day to day
Before the mask
an urged facade
we were shamelessly us
but they found it odd
An idiosyncrasy
among their "perfection"
trying to fit in
there was a disconnection
I am full of hormones, emotions, and fears.
I’ve hidden behind a mask for years.
Not a literal mask, like the one Phantom wore
But a more subtle one—that made me seem adored.
When you look at the world What do you see?
Do you view your food and friends in Mayfair and Valencia?
Your wasting your time deciding which accent makes your skin look tan
Exposed
Naked
Vulnerable to insult
With his x-ray vision he saw through my imperfections
And looked into something beautiful.
He saw parts of me I kept hidden.
Things I threw into a box marked shame.
I am a girl who puts on makeup to feel beautiful
I am a girl who put extensions in her hair to feel wanted
I am a girl who wear pretty dresses to feel girly
You look in the mirror,
Begin to apply the corrupted judgments of society upon what you see.
But what the mirror doesn't reveal is what truly matters.
Beauty is being kind
Beauty is being lovig
Beauty is being compassionate
Beauty is being understanding
Beauty is being true
A pure and real self is who you are
Flawed your a beautiful creature With thorns of purple petals that tend to flow to mellows of sweet shallow melodies and you tend to have the sweetest n
She told me "you will not be much of anything,
People just look right through your frail bones
You will never make much of a difference because
You will end up very cold naked afraid alone
I don't recognize my own reflection anymore.
That sad, broken girl in the mirror can't be me, can it?
How did this happen?
How do I fix this?
That's it. No more selfies.
No more selfies will I post,
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Pulchritude
I'm not as skinny as I'm supposed to be
and don't have flawlwss skin.
My laugh is a little obnoxious,
but hey this is me.
I don't cake my face with makeup
to live up to the "beauty standard"
I saw a river in her stretch marks
It was beautiful
I knew if I travelled long enough
I'd find her delta
The place where she began.
Her ocean was so wide
I'd never come close to knowing her depth
Beauty cannot be measured,
Nor can it possibly be the only thing that matters,
But perception is reality,
And what the human mind believes instantly morphs into truth,
I am a slave to its tyranny,
Without these filters
I
Am
Human.
The pain that I feel
Emotional or physical
Is real
The laughter I have
The tablet hovers before my face
And captures it with an audible click
a still reflection of me
will join a sea of photography
and my lungs are about to be flushed
with eyes that are thirsty for their
The tablet hovers before my face
And captures it with an audible click
a still reflection of me
will join a sea of photography
and my lungs are about to be flushed
with eyes that are thirsty for their
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
I am the better side of darkness and the dim side of light.
I didn’t KNOW my blackened heart had a sense of what was right.
They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what if that view is fallacious?
Hands swiping the screen
Hot, sweaty fingers ruining the perfectly delicate smooth glass shield of the device
Two pairs of eyes, feeling the burn of the blinding light
So interested in what people think and see I ofen forget about the real me.
The glow of my pure chocolate skin, the way the tip of my chin caves in.
I've try to convert if I can
The will of the canvas at my demand
So many different ones to counsel in
Purple, red, yellow, blue or green
A six year old girl ran to the bathroom
And stretched Scotch tape from her eyes to her ears
To make herself as pretty as girls society consumes
To hide her insecurities, and fears
This poem deviates slightly from the suggested topic explaining, instead, the psychological state of adolescents and women in this day and age who aspire to a level of perfection that doesn't exist and how the failed attempt to do so leads to
I see me
Not a me I want to see...
but a me that I can't unseen
A me that is viewed as incadescant in the eyes of the profane
A me that sins to fit in with people that believe
Jesus walks with in me day by day
When I show them the real me they say it's not okay
They say it's weird and awkward to show who you really are
I'm not afraid of my shadow,
Or the satin woven black
Of the night sky,
Words it lack.
I'm a heavy breather,
Fantasiser, I believe
In the Northern light.
But strap my arms
Behind my back
Click!
Another selfie taken
Click!
Another selfie deleted.
My eyes are too big
My lips are too pouty
My hair is too curly
Click!
No!
It's not perfect!
15 likes.
20 Likes.
Not enough. Not enough.
Is it my nose?
My Hair?
Why?
Why don't they like me?
Why am I so wrapped
trapped
tangled
my confidence
Defines not the whole of my being.
Hosts the absence of vitality and worldly beauty.
Yields contrived images of darkness and the unknown.
Fulfills past shadows of forgotten spirits.
Red locks of fire
Framing my expression
Eyes of changing colors
From under the earth to the green above
Legs of a gazelle
Nose of a boar
Wide grin and sparkling teeth
Pristine and perfect
When you see that pretty lone flower you pick.
When you see the random round rock you kick it.
When you see me you see nothing different,
The Skin I’m in
The Skin I’m in doesn’t mean I am covered in sin
Or that I am corrupt from within born into a life of violence and rage.
That because of my skin tone I am an animal uncaged.
When I take a picture
I smile and stare at my relfection.
My mind wonders if they will like it
if they will see me the way I see me.
Your eyes are like the ocean
full of secrets
someone could get lost
by staring to long
some people enjoy them
yet some people never
have yet to experience them
“I’m so proud you’re my sister,”
“because you’re so beautiful!”
His compliment attacked my stomach,
I am whoever they say I am
It is unfair to let a person judge themselves.
It is the world who shapes us without filters.
We sit here studying books all on our shelves.
What do you see,When you look in the mirror?You see you,And I see me.We are different,That is perfect,And how it's supposed to be.
Who wants to be like me?
They say I am not popular
They say I am far from perfect
Without the makeup
Without the filters
I am me
And on the inside
I know that I am perfect
"Feminism" is taking over, and wow, they have a point.
Men can do what women do and women do as men.
But is it really feminism...
When we tell a girl that she ought to wear pants
Without filters or make-up, I am like a flower that grows with natural beauty. I am my own mirror that reflects my true skin, I`m a beauty that is priceless. I`m ordinary pretty.
Big brown eyes,
Maybe too slim,
Maybe too loud,
Hair too long,
Maybe too out of control,
We see how the media depicts us,
Women especially,
No,
Right now, I am breathing uneasily and imperfectly, similar to how I carry myself.
My breath and my own piece of mind.
These are the things that follow me around.
Facebook, Instagram, Twitter.
That's society
That's life
Where are we now?
Make up
Filters
Editing
Is this beauty?
Chocolates
Roses
Are they cliche?
A wise man once said,
"If we could physically base peoples apperances off of ones personality today, who would we consider beautiful?"
I would argue that our perception would stay
exactly the same
Underneath I have a dirty heart
You all will fail, so I can win
I am not clean and cut like my selfies
But I am rough and tough like so many
I do not really care about you
So what if I lie and say that I do?
Ruddy, thats what they call my complexion
A mix of pure white and dots
I am calico
The contours of my body are softly proportioned
a little extra here and there but I am muscled
I am strong
Amaro
Rise
Valencia
Umm, Saturation let's make it 10
Warmth 41, there done.
#NoFilter #AllNatural
But how is it that we go ahead and fidget with the icons on instagram
The Authentic Me
by Hunter E Jones
Does the selfie define me?
Am I worthy? Am I pretty?
I watched a bluebird on a window sill
She sat there placid, calm, and singing.
We shared the morning sun out in the chill,
We let its rays shine down on our faces; freezing.
Love is the feeling of sensations.
To hold a pain in your heart for someone,
To capture that pain-
Only making it whole when the lover is present.
It is the emptiness in the chest,
You can see it.
A grey mass
with the weight of
Universes.
Skyward,
we travel to lands beyond comprehension.
Skyward,
we travel back home.
Skyward,
we travel to the land
I am a perfectionist with a capital P. Let down if I get less or equivalent to a B, because I want to be the best that I can be, and yet, I can never seem to keep my room clean for more than a week...
If I told you I wore my heart on my sleeve
You wouldn't believe,
because its barely a heart.
It's bruised and its scarred
From all the places its been marred
by my own insecurity.
I am a woman who can do it all
Even though I am so small
I have so much potential because I know most of the essentials
Come up with a poem of you, they say.
Who are you? What should we know?
To begin with -- I am a simply intricate girl of 18,
with the future on my mind
and a reminiscent heart.
My soul resides at home,
Sometimes the cloud makes it hard to think
There are thoughts rushing through my mind
People telling me who I should be
What I should wear
How I should look
I think I'm not good enough
Every second of every day
The world is telling women how to behave
Wear your hair like this, your makeup on point
And if you're over 110 pounds
Get your ass to the gym
My life has never been perfect
but what is perfection?
Is perfection when you're always happy
Rarely do I see stretch marks, bruises, and scars in the media
The absence of flaws on models and celebrities is extremely concerning
It implies that imperfections are a shameful appearance
Human 2
humans are such fickle creatures
they can never decide
they go into something thinking one way
and wanting this
then by the end thery're thinking the complete opposite
Oh how rarely
Do we breathe so very deeply
That the depths of our souls
Are revitalized.
....... But what if Beauty was a book
Not to be judged by its cover but an inward look
Much like the "fetridekyi" which doesnt have a nice appearance but we the Ewes still cook
the words didn't come easy
when i sat down to ... write
I almost claimed writer's block and gave up without a
fight "no filter", my topic
a pretty broad umbrella
Energy, Great, Cute
Why do I need a filter?
Fun, Sarcastic, Sweet
Why do I need to be fake?
Nice, Helpful, Talented?
I don't need a filter to live.
Who am I, through a completely organic lense?
A lense with no skewer or sharpener
no falsehoods or pretends
What am I in an entirely natural glow?
A glow that eminates my true personality
Blank canvases that inhale and exhale
with motives to live.
That's all we are
painted by Biology
a gamble in the darkness of who wins the lottery of appeal.
Sometimes we are created
The leaves slowling falling down
So many leaves on the ground
Branches swaying back and fourth
The wind moves them and makes them free
The trees look so alive
They move and they breathe
Blood as red as a rose
They said death was something that you just chose
Truthfully it chose you
You are the waves of the ocean,
Unapologetically crashing to the shore,
Then seeping back out to the sea,
To rise and fall unyieldingly.
You are the trees in the forest,
Radiant and confident,
Remove the filters that surround our lives.
Don't sugarcoat it
to the ones outside.
The world as we know it can be harsh and cruel,
so let's not pretend
that it always looks cool.
Let's face it, reality is pretty boring, several hours of brain torturing; grades, test, and jobs only create worrying; what is all this that we spend our time juggling?
When it comes to how people view themselves you all have a blind spot.
When you look in the mirror you don't see the same things I do.
You see mistakes & flaws.
I see perfection & beauty in My making.
The harmless freckles that cover my face,
The numerous scars on my cheeks and my waist,
The extra skin that exists on my thighs,
The obvious bags that surround my tired eyes,
The size of my large and annoying ears,
when one takes a scroll through my instgram feed
they see a girl
who is a animal lover,music lover, food lover and a make up enthusias
but when I the stop posing
I am flawless from my head to my toes
No clothes or filters can better what’s already gold
I shine so bright and I don't need to be told
For its my beauty within, that makes me so bold
Who am I deep down?
Am I flawless, or am I hidious.
What do people think of me deep down.
She is perfection, she is distruction.
But deep down I am just me.
I am me.
Not you or her or him or them.
This is me
Unedited,
Unfiltered
me
I am the cries at night when hearts break
The anger when it's broken
I am the fear when the world is coming down
The tension felt when it's falling
I haven't ever told anyone this
But I'm scared to look,
In the mirror anymore.
I'm scared to raise my eyes to see the reflective world,
Because the one I see,
Just isn't me, her eyes are black-colorless
I am a teenager
I am reckless
I make mistakes
I stay out late and do nothing
I am on my phone all day
I am a student
I have 3.0 GPA
I am a leader
I take too many AP Classes
GoPro cameras and Selfie Sticks, our ancestors would be horrified.
But it doesn’t matter because fabricated images, and fraudulent stories are glorified.
What’s wrong with putting your best self out there?
Once when I was seven,
My mother came home
with a doll.
It had blonde hair. Blue eyes.
A narrow frame.
She handed it to me
and she said,
"A princess for my princess."
Hashtag “no filter”
Hashtag “no edit”
Dear valencia and sierra
I owe you the credit
Blurry pictures
Red eyes
And blemishes galore
Dislike, mean comment, take it down Good Lord!
I am BEAUTIFUL
Through glasses and worn shoes that have been forgotten,
I stand as a woman who is looked on as beautiful,
Through torn clothes and worn hands ,
I am dark eye circles.
I am nothing but gross, winter skin tapered onto a bored face.
I am yellowed teeth, and thanks to dad, hideous manbrows.
Waking up every morning, I take a look in the mirror in my room.
She stares back at me, that girl on the glass.
Her eyes have much to say, yet they remain ever so gloom.
Is she waiting…hoping for a chance?
Highly underrated
Highly anticipated
Got one goal that is being the greatest
Prove doubters wrong when I make it
Been plotting this moment since my momma was pregnant
Seaglass is just a wish
Worn by capricious Waves and then
tossed carelessly on the sand, where
we find it.
Or do we?
If it isn’t my skin, then what shall it be?
The two arms and legs that extend directly from me?
That enable me to run past the wind, and jump the hurdles in front of me.
I wonder what I can give,
as far as wisdom goes,
for I am somewhat young and have many years to live.
The cool Autumn wind blows
No knows, why the sequoia stands so tall,
From below, it’s just another tree,
But through the storms it never fall,
Stretching skyward, and free.
It isn’t adorn with fragrant flowers,
Beauty is as thin and temporary as the
Skin cells we shed each day, so
Pull out the X-ray and take a deeper
Look, for true beauty lies within
In the muscle that gives me strength
And connects the
Beauty is as thin and temporary as the
Skin cells we shed each day, so
Pull out the X-ray and take a deeper
Look, for true beauty lies within
In the muscle that gives me strength
And connects the
i woke up like this,
sun in my eyes
sqinting towards the day ahead.
beary eyed and a dry mouth with a side of drool
a disheveled mess
with a good morning sounding like a grunt.
I am Invisible, Determined
I wonder when I will be heard
I hear a faint whisper
I see a hand held out
In my fantasy I can do anythingI dream, I fly, and soar through the skyThat twinkles with the mesmerising stars of the universe
I'm not that perfect valencia skin beauty
I'm that beauty that can be a pizza face
I'm not that small forehead lucky individual
I'm that five forehead cutie
Is it okay?
Is it okay?
I was born beautiful.
Society will tell me different.
I have curly hair.
Long, tangly, brown, curly locks.
I grew to hate my hair.
I was 5, already craving to use a hair straightner.
Not good enough?
What is “good enough”?
Will I be “good enough” when my hair is down to my ass
And my eyes are altered to turn blue from thin layers of magnifying glasses
Why does everything have to be based off a tragedy.
Is it not advantageous enough to just have a beneficial life anymore.
What is considered attractive?
How is beauty measured?
Aren't we all special as individuals?
When people look at me, they don't see me.
There's a girl who's put together on the outside,
With makeup and hair done to a tee.
But deep beneath the surface,
I'm insecure, I'm broken,
Birthmark.
Stretchmark.
Scar.
Round cheeks.
Flat cheeks.
Fat.
Muffin top.
Hair on top.
Stick.
Dark skin.
Freckled skin.
Pale.
My sneakers are covered in mud,
my thighs sore from the wieght,
I keep pushing myself,
an image flashes through my mind,
a model from a magazine,
I think of all the ways I could improve,
My buck teeth are beautifulThey make me look like a bunnyMy one hidden dimple is gorgeousIt pops out when something's funnyMy pale skin radiantLike ivory pearlsMy strong assertive voice
FAT, TUBBY, BIG, CHUBBY, SLOPPY, GROSS, SMELLY
All depictions of a full woman portrayed upon the television of society
Blinded by our true beauty, so let me regulate for a moment
Fresh out the shower
Kinky curls so soft and bouncy
Flowing everywhere as it dries
Creating a giant afro of curls
I look in the mirror and lather on lotion
I get dressed and grab my phone
Beautiful? Maybe
Always thinking of the right words to say
It would have been clearer if I said it my way
Every move is in need of some thought
Always unsure if they get it or not…
I trace the outline of love with your hand:
A feeling that can come in many forms;
Someone strong as rock simply turned to sand,
A new protection from the passing storms;
I look to the stars above:
I see the galaxies, swirling
In a brilliant array of light-
Now I look at me.
I see two eyes
Colored with the heavens' imagination.
I see freckles,
I try to control myself
But the temptations are hard
My thoughts are to strong
My mind is long gone
I try to control myself
But not when everyones there
My eyes see all wrong
Nature is a mystery,
but I am unique.
The world spins around in an orbit,
but my head spins through imagination of wild stories.
Out of boredom, the weather becomes a hectic storm,
Beauty a subject spoken and thought by many, understood by only a few. Society has distorded our perspective on beauty by promoting make-up and surgery, they want to change everything that makes you, you.
Cry your final tears now,don't hold it in
For tomorrow holds another chance to live again
Keep your head held high in confidence and pride
Just let go, relax, enjoy the ride
Things will pan out in the end
Where the air flows fresh and crisp
And life radiates shades of green
And orange and red and colors
That run deeper than the scars
Of the Earth;
Where the grasp of man halts,
Giving way to nature,
I'm addicted to beauty,
Addicted to destruction.
I'm addicted to pieces and broken things
Because I'm trying to find my "whole".
I'm addicted to the sunrise,
And to the moonrise,
Would a filter be typing?
Would a filter mean no erasing?
Does that mean I can't correct my grammar?
I'm going to give you the realest me there is, no bullsh*t.
Well, to begin, my appearance.
I am more than the 4C type
It does not get me where I’m going in life
The kinkiness does not exemplify what I am capable of
Just how I present myself out of love
You know perfection
Is a man-made word
Because it is shallow.
Though its implications are potent,
No poetry projects from its reflection –
I never really understood why
Instagrammers hashtag
#NoFilter
As if it were some kind of excuse
To say “Hey! If you think I’m ugly, it’s because I have
#Nofilter.”
I find it rather unnecessary to
Age is but a state of mind,
Ignorance is bliss but makes us blind.
The true beauty hidden in plain view,
To be plucked from a tree and birthed anew.
A Juliet in every Apple's seed,
Months of endless preperation
Perfecting the smallest of things
Weeks of no sleep
Putting your heart into it all
Putting your soul inot it all
All for a crown and title
They said
There I was
Here I am
Now I’m there
Now I’m gone
How can I tell who I am?
Each day a new me is born.
So sorry,
There is no answer to who I really am
Just one to who I’m not
I'm here to be born.
I'm here to learn how to speak.
I'm here to learn how to walk.
And I'm here to learn not to be weak.
I'm here to listen to music.
I'm here to listen to the birds.
I woke up in this body
Without any glamour whatsoever
Loving myself forever
Without idolized beauty
Sounding a little bit loopy
I woke up in this pattern
Without a round tootie
You can't tell me that everyones not beautiful.
You can't tell that your imperfection don't make you beautiful.
you can't tell me that a beauty, a gap, or wide eyes aren't beautiful.
Remember when girls went through that "selfie" phase?
It was like for every picture of their face that they posted
The hashtag was "no filter"
Followed by a billion heart emojis and smiley faces
We are skin
We sweat, we breathe
We sing, we dance
We laugh, we love
But we are skin
Painted
Exposed
Vibrant
And soft
We are judged
Not by the likeness of heart
life is not perfect, now isn't this true
and believe it or not neither am I or you
but perfection is not everyones dream
friendship and love will mend a tear in beautys seam
Although our faces may stand behind a electronic shield,
Hidden from reality,
We can still detect the truth if we were to peel,
Peel the colors from your pictures and disocver the unreality
A smile speaks for itself.
It can make people melt.
But can you see what’s going on inside?
Can you see their true self?
A smile holds a thousand words.
A smile can hide away what they truly feel.
Get up in the morning
Straighten your hair
Put on lipstick
You can’t shop there
Your “suggestions” are the foundation of insecurity
My mind corrupted by the way you think of me
When I look in a mirror,
I don't see that girl in the movies,
the beauty all the guys are after,
or even the nerd, hiding a banging body
and gorgeous eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses,
Ode to Darkness
You have existed
since the beginning
of time
and for too many years
and to too many minds
have been
misunderstood
Clean?
Clean, clean, clean...
clean...
one more time...
just one more...
twice more...
thirce more...
I swear I'll stop...
soap, water
scrub, scrub, scrub
hot, scaulding
Green sap oozing
from great gashes
in trees
into
paper, furniture, and houses
all for human needs
like the great stashes of black oil
oozing....
into
lakes, rivers, and streams
Remember to be kind
You musn't hit boys
You can't wear pants
Only boys wear pants
Young lady, cross your legs
Always smile and be sweet
Girls are made of sugar
Stop Mirror Stop
Why do you act like a cop?
Giving tickets for doing wrong
You are supposed to make us strong
But I guess mirror, you make life feel so long
Stop mirror stop
Controlling our minds
Everywhere corner of this crowded room
is filled with images of photoshopped beauties.
Every rack is covered with girls
who drown in perfection.
Every man by their side
is sculped by angels.
I am Flawless,
Just open up your ears,
I am Flawless without photoshop
Now wait, this will make your jaw drop,
You look inside the shiny magazines at the glamorous models there
Paradise lies in thy eyes,Beauty sleep in thy body.For each time thee take to smilethee takes I to a utopian isle.Ay,
What is beauty? Do you know? Is it the brand that you rock or the girls you see in the music videos? Society has confused the real meaning of beauty.
I woke up like this..
cracked, saddended.
Each I day I find things
That make me wonder
What is "beautiful"?
Is it the clear skin,
The perfect body?
The short answer is no.
Pick yourself apart.
You won't
look at yourself as a whole.
You will
detect every flaw.
You refuse to
embrace every stunning compliment.
You desire to
From day to day we fight to see the beauty behind thee,
these cuts we cover dust to find the strength within the idea of we,
anger leads to failure to go where we strive to be,
denial of hope in the beauty we do not see,
why cant i be enough, turned asied like a stray i cry why arent i enough. he stands over me tall with hes head held high no hesitation just pride.
Then the wind blows harder sending drifts of snow across the cracked parking lot
The stinging air slowly turns my face red as I trudge towards my destination
Blissful years gently sway by
I’m just dancing through life
average life for average girl
but one blistering winter night
Full of Flaws
Practice. Every single day is devoted to rehearsal and practice. Keep your chin up and smile wide, don't let it fall.
Myself: who am I?
Should that be a question or an affirmation?
Who I am... is wonderful.
I cannot be anyone but myself.
It is funny to wake up every morning being the same person...
Flawless simply a word of perfection
flawless what everyone wants. be aware dont be scared
show ur inerself.let the be what makes you makes you flawless
She looks into the honest, fogged mirror
And she sees a person she’s proud of
She sees the deep lines stretched upon her forehead
Symbolizing the wisdom of her old age
She sees the dark circles hugging her eyes
My hair, long and brown
My face, straight and concentrated
My body, short and ordinary
None of it matters
I can get through
Whatever life throws at me
My strength
My desire
My dedication
Baby steps, I keep thinking
Baby steps.
Take deep breaths and make baby steps
Delicate baby's breath
Those soft white blooms are how I characterize
This renaissance
This cheery light perfume
Here I lay, for the third day
The clothes i'm wearing have yet to be washed
My hairs in a bun
My makeup flushed
Having no desire to get up
Here I lay, day after day
She's pretty.
No matter how she styles her hair,
No matter what clothes she wears,
As long as she smiles.
So am I.
Her Salted Kiss
Scars, scrapes, bruises.
inevitable remarks that tell a story
her salted ocean breeze whispers in my ear
She was beauty
her curves were delicious
the way her clothes stuck to her skin
whispering to them
She walked with a dropped head
she didn't know
every step she took
She left the room breathless
She's a different type of girl,
under all that founation, eyeliner and blush,
you may think she's an open book but oh how she keeps things at a hush!
Discolored Skin and Acne Marks..... I am BEAUTIFUL!
Stretch Marks and Scars...... I am BEAUTIFUL!
Beauty is the light that shines from the sun and the moon
The moon that guides us through life to find our destiny
The destiny that led me on a journey to you
I am a Natural Beauty
Them contacts, I don't need
Them lashes, I won't wear
That makeup it looks nice but my perfect Natural skin it don't fit right wit
Because my Beauty is Natural
Yes I have a Natural fro
Everyone tells me how
beautiful I am, and yet
I don't see none of it.
All I see is a hopeful
girl holding on to false
promises and dreams.
They gather around a
You say my eyes reveal my soul
To expose what lies within
…but what shines through
The careful mask I wear just for you?
Snowflakes twirl and dance in the air
Softly prancing as a mare
Beauty swirling in the air
Softly landing in your hair
Unique serenity
Blanketing the ground
Some White, Cream, Tan, Buff.
Pink, Red, Brown, Black.
Chalky complexions,
solid skins.
Some room in between
for no invasion of space.
Stacking and stacking—
too much to even count.
I am me with no filter
I am pure with no filter
I am myself with no filter
As beautifui women, men, and couples descend across my Facebook feed
I stay pure, and unfiltered
Each morning my face looks at me,
Some days with sleep still in its eyes.
And, though I like the face I see,
It's time to put on my disguise.
The brown eyelashes become black;
I am a beautiful woman
But my mind body and soul
Is confined by the powers of this intertwined worlds
Of what we call social media.
The filters of normal, Kentucky, slumber, and rise
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall.
Who's the fairest of them all?
Don't be scared to look at your reflection.
Everyone is different, you're the perfect complexion.
Even when your hair is a mess.
My eyes are blue, like the sky at night when the stars are out,
illuminating the distance between Point A and Point B,
but they never cease to shine,
even when the day replaces the night,
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 am as unique as a snowflake,
And my flaws are what make me one of a kind.
If I stay true to myself I will not break,
Life is like a mirror, you might be unaware of its features in the future, but you know to never want to change that reflection, because the past glimpse will make
What is a miracle?
Most people never experience them because they are to naive to understand them
Mirror Mirror Mirror,
Can you really see me?
I see my flaws and my mistakes but that dont really be me.
I wanna show you the truth but I cant even believe me.
Think, we are living on this speck of something in space.
Only this speck of something radiates love.
We are able to find love in this place.
We are able to discriminate and hate.
Looking towards the future
Reflecting on the past
Seeing the person in the mirror with new eyes
Worthless and hopelessness has left the frontal lobe
Walking down the enlightened path
Awaken from the dead
I look in a mirror and see nothing
I take a picture and see a plan face
Only when adding a filter will I feel like something
When I add filter I hide the dark tint on my skin
Making it my very own filter
I am so fucking flawless, yet no one cares to notice.
The words I can say make me seem outspoken.
If I was on survival island I would never be out voted.
Know why?
Because I'm that fucking flawless.
Brown, round, full of love and happiness
My eyes, my eyes
They see so differently
From you, from he, from she
No one, no, no one can see
What I see
Aye, that natural beauty tells a story
show my power and courage to not be like others
Show off myself because theres only one of me
with added enhancers we are all the same
The day has begun and I'm still here,
Awaiting for your presence to bring me cheer.
I only have one shot at this,
So I want to do it right.
How does one take a selfie,
Depicting an authentic sight?
How much better it is
to be told you have a beautiful mind.
Not just your appearance, but
your thoughts that scatter and mix and create.
Your feelings and beliefs and your emotions.
I am not perfect, for I am human,I envy, I hate, I love, and I fear,What worth can be seen in my living years?
Our youth seems to be caught up in a rapture, where Perfection is the bind
Daring to Be Flawless.
Outer beauty, wealth and name brand clothes
Today I looked at myself in the mirror
Ever day it gets a bit clearer
I am flawless
My eyes are brown
The best in town
Nothing can compare
I am flawless
I was born with them
I want to be the BEAU and the TY
To have a mind, body and style that drives Mothernature wild
...could I have an addiction, maybe
But it's still me they see
Prude. Censuring. Perfect little girl.
Am I a prude when I dislike foul words?
And promiscuity is not something I adore:
But how can I be perfect if you claim that I’m a churl?
Thick thighs, hazel eyes, the voice of an angel.
In her own lane. Makes her own labels.
We see you! We see you!
Bow down bitches! Beyonce coming through.
What is flaw?
Is it what makes you different from everybody else?
Is it what you lack?
Is it your potiential to go further than everybody else?
What makes me flawless? What makes me flawless?
Every night I will
Rise into the dark lit sky
like a flawless star
Flawless like rubies
Precious as the red bright sun
For the world to see
I wake up every morning asking myself Is that really you?
Why was I born this way?
all these flaws I see in the mirror looking at myself
could I change these flaws?
I asked him once if he narrates things in his head
The way that I do
The way that
We.
Do.
"GIRLS," society screams, "LOVELY, LONELY, UNKNOWINGLY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS!"
My face is not my canvas
I can contour
I can paint
I can outline
I can manipulate
I Cannot tell a story
I Cannot move others emotionally
I Cannot be studied
My real canvas
Yes honey, I woke up like this
Better yet, I was born like ths
My confidence is hard to miss
I want you to see
the part of me
that glass so often hides.
Scrolling down your Instagram feed, you would barely even recognize me.
I want you to see
the part of me
that is hidden by makeup
Behind all that editing lies a young and beautiful girl,
full of beauty and imagination
I see the illumination ofdesecrationof the human kind,but when they turn off the mic
I am perfect beyond imperfection
Nothing can comprehend this lesson
That the rise and fall of every good king
My photos without filter shows the beauty of a person and how it doesn't need to have additional accessories.
I stand tall with my head held high;
Shoulders back and ready for the ride;
Watching eagles spread their wings;
Listening to the Angels sing.
I see myself in my mind’s eye;
The truth is hard to swallow; resting on the tip of my tongue.
It aches to be accepted and it longs to be loved.
The truth is hard to find and hard to see for what it is;
Girl to me your beauty is constructed ingenuity
conducted by the command of our God who makes no mistakes
if I could describe your love I'd say
it is a river a giver of life giving the right substance to live off like
I have scars
I have demons
I have flaws
But these don't define me
What I have conquered,
That gave me these scars,
What I have vanquished,
That created those demons
There are days where I start slow and finish fast
There are days where I start fast and finish slow
But regardless of how I finish, I am still standing
Alive and Kicking, despite what life throws at me
I stare in the mirror and what do I see?
My flawless self staring back at me
I don't need makeup or any type of weave
I just get up, get dressed, blow myself a kiss, and leave
I hope...
Because I care...
Because I love my friends...
Family...
Neighbors...
The powerful message...
Jesus taught me
To love your neighbor as yourself
If it wasn't for that
We all have dreams to strive for
a goal to reach to reach for
we just have to wait for the right moment
to get success like the Romans
Watching Christmas movies in July.
Singing off key to the radio.
Expressing my feelings all the time.
Crying just to cry.
Loving my dog like she is my baby.
Lauging at the wrong moment.
If the whole world were to look up at the same cloud,
what would they see?
If I peered through stained glass,
do I still see the same cloud?
Do you see me as I see me?
Meek.
So many things happening around me and it just amazes me how God just continues to keep his hedge of protection around me and to bless me.I sometimes wonder about things that happened to me in the past and how so any people have walked out of my
Strange, different, unique
Words people use to describe me
But this is far from reality
or at least so I believed
Looking in this mirror and thinking of life
I have begun to realize
My giant freckles are flawless.
Now that I think about it, so are my huge feet.
Hey, what's so bad about it? It makes me unique.
Yeah I may be different, but that's part of the game.
I’m a content creator,
Not a content replicator,
But when I was younger I wanted nothing more than to fit in.
But when I grew up,
It turned up,
That people liked me more when I was different.
I am me and me is I. Both the same person but diffrent at the same time.
I is out going and loves to talk. Me is shy and likes to be alone.
Both so diffrent yet both are the same.
I am a beautiful vase.
Society glances and admires
My elegance, my collectiveness,
My flawlessness.
But this one, simple glance
Does not allow them to see
From a young age, the objective has been beautyA beautiful body, a flawless face was what I aspired toMy course with preset to a perfect appearance As I grew, I learned my role well
If she told you she was flawless, she would be lying through her slightly crooked teeth.
You flawed up, they’d say
You a mess up, they shout
Hair a mess, tears were more, they were cruel
They couldn’t care less how I was hurting to the core, they were cruel.
My beauty is flawless
It doesn't cost more nor cost less
My beauty doesn't come from the magazines of Ebony and Essence
My beauty comes from how I grace others with my presence.
These infernal steaming pools,
housed in rust encumbered riveted domes,
Constructed by prison masons posing as scribes,
Spout their plumes of water rising to eclipse skylights,
fogging up the warped cracking glass,
Beauty is in the Eyes of Society
Growing up, I was never skinny; my skin was dark and all I wanted was to be pretty.
I was 10; looking at magazines, seeing all of the skinny girls
When I was younger,
I used to think that I was overweight
Because my parents would say
"You should lose that tummy of yours."
I'm sure they meant well.
My biggest influence didn't come
Is it natural? Yup
You're telling me there's no weave or extensions? Yup
Well then you must be part white or something? Nope
Seriously, you're fully African American? Yup
But,you have a perm then? Nope
Who am I? You should know who I am. Standing tall, with my head up above. Looking beyond the present in hopes to build a future so strong no one could even grasp the concept of going backwards.
The blood seeps in
Through the cracks on the walls
And it penetrates
Into my spirit
Evolving my state
Into a more impeccable union
Listlessly it closes in
On the lion
On which hour on thy social media, thee wilt findeth a miniature of oneself,
But what lie beneath the mask, the true visage?
If thy mask be uncovered, what wilt thou findeth in thyself?
The earth fed us through our feet as we stood in the grass.
The rain quenched our thirst as it dripped into our trembling hands.
We indulged in luscious conversation
Eyeliner, lipstick, foundation everywhere,
Nowadays it’s a necessity because I want to compare.
My bare skin, my naked face,
Just doesn’t seem perfect unless a filter is in place.
Why am I kickass?
My grades are quite high,
for me the girls would die,
I've got luscious brown hair,
when you're older you'll care,
I jump high for my heighth
also, I'm white.
i am beautiful.
not because of the products in my hair or the make-up on my face,
not even because of the clothing on my body.
i am beautiful because of the words i speak and the love i give.
Today, I woke up and I saw myself.
Not the person I usually see
Not the girl that has to be dressed up with hair freshly done to be beautiful.
I saw myself.
You sit there with a blank stare on your face. You smile but you want to cry. You talk but you want to be quiet. You pretend to be happy but you arent. Youre broken. You cant get away from it all its as if a current is pushing you under water.
Searching here and there, striving to find bliss...
Went to friends and colleagues,
they said get rich; enjoy luxury,
pleasure is the mean of bliss...
Not really!!
I look for beauty, love for beauty...
But don't really know what is beauty...
People say what appears in face and body...
Good looking that pulls towards you is beauty...
Is this beauty?
You are Perfect being you Be crazy, be happy, be full of imagination Dont hide behind filters, show the real you Embrace those moles, those scars, let your flaws run free
I put on my make-up and pick out my shoes;
the perfect pair to match my shirt.
Because that was what I was taught to do
In a World where looks are what seem to work.
They say my hair is much too short
The world is a mistress of beautiful things
But the harsh reality is
It also holds ugly things
And we have ugly people posing as beautiful people
And they press the buttons
Leaving the rest of us in poverty
As I sit there and wonder a world beyond all of us
my mind begins to see images, and I close my eyes.
As I step into the shower and feel the warm rushing water against my imperfect skin
No filter and no makeup, I feel naked
It's hard to admit, I'd rather fake it,
Pretend like I'm okay,
With the small acne scars on my face,
The way all my hairs don’t naturally fall into place,
The wind is talking
The change is coming
The clouds are dancing
And the sky is smiling
The sun is bright
It’s shining down on us
It’s lighting the way
For us to walk straight
Butterfly change
Let your beautiful colors be seen
Let your wings go free
It’s time to come out
To share your beauty
To bring some joy
To spark some fun
It’s time to fly high in the sky
The controlling controller roams in
her controlling world, thinkinking highly
of the crazy cool adventurous odesseys
she embarks on.
Her blanket is her cape to escape
I think I am beautiful,
In a different sort of way.
I always keep them laughing,
And they just want me to stay.
My face is something of my own,
One alike you'll never see.
Every morning there is a bucket of bricks on my back.
It slowly reaches to the top as the skinny and the fabulous come in from their room of perfection.
I pieced together the clouds in the sky
and they were so perfect
God asked me to paint the night
So many stars, I broke the sky
I broke the sky
I have many names.Some call me Aphrodite or Venus,But you know me as Beauty.
Don’t listen to what others say.I am not vain,Only aware I am what God wanted in Eden.Am I wrong for enjoying what I was handed?
The beauty within yourself is based on conciousnes
Most people seem to always brag about what they have,
Others just tend to whine about what they don't,
I'm more in the midle.
The beauty within yourself is based on conciousnes
Most people seem to always brag about what they have,
Others just tend to whine about what they don't,
I'm more in the midle.
What is behind it?
The void
The abyss
The unknown
Behind it is whatever it pleased to be
I'm Flawless
Not because my skin is clear or my body is perfect
Cause I'm Far from both ..
But because I love.. I love hard ..
I'm flawless cause my loyalty runs deep
I used to think that because my legs weren’t
Twig thin
That I was ugly
That no boy would ever find me
Beautiful enough to touch
That no girl would ever think
I was prettier than she was
I am the girl that wears a lot of make up, which hides who I really am.
Eye shadow, eye liner and foundation, I wear it all.
The make up disguises who I really am;
If sin and Beauty became as one,
What astounding creation would be done?
Would it not befuddle the mind,
A thing of beauty and transgression designed?
A flawless child meets the eye,
Who am I? That is the question...
I walk around, in a ghost town, in a world were I feel unheard,
"Nobody is perfect" is what I hear, yet we all strive for perfectiion.
They are what make us unique,
What makes us learn from our mistakes.
Everyone has them,
so how can you say who has the better mutation?
These tiny imperfections are what differentiate us from one another.
My dad said once
That flaws are what make a woman beautiful
It took me eighteen years to believe it
I wish
You all could see
The small girl behind the facade.
Behind the facade
That does nothing but show off
And try to prove to everyone that she is a woman.
When really
The beauty of love,
Is that it cannot be sought,
It cannot be tracked,
It can only be found,
Sometimes in the most unlikely of places
I am who i am, idenpendent and strong minded. In today's society beauty and perfection is all that matters. If im not skinny enough, pretty enough or perfect enough then that means i'm not good enough.
I may not be my mother, tall, strong and bold
but who I am is who I am and that is all you need to know
The glow and look in your eye.
A shock of excitement from your smile.
Spread of warmth from those delicate hands
Maybe even a stride in your walk
What is beauty?
Everyone has different opinions about beauty.
But what is beauty?
Beauty can be big,
Beauty can be little.
Beauty can be light,
Beauty can be dark.
The world is full of hate
drenched in the cynical behavior that we come to know
women are starving
to achieve the level or perfecton that photo editors create
children are bullied
There's been something weighing on my mind; you see, girls are supposed to be these
pretty
little things, with
ditsy
little brains,
but what has society's image done to our self-image?
You say that you need all that makeup to look "pretty". Well, I know how you feel because I fall into that trap, too, but don't let that CoverGirl cover up the real you. Because you are unique. Whether you're
LOUD
or quiet,
A fake smile she pulls,
The weight she bears rips her soul apart,
The words, the rejection, the hurt,
She sits alone,
In the dark,
Crying for someone to turn on the light,
She tries to please them,
Birth of Dawn
look down,
breath's thick in your mouth,
drifting out like dragonsmoke.
the grass beneith your feet,
damp with the crisp kiss of false dawn.
I'm not perfect
no one is
but our flaws makes us who we are
flwaless is perfection in the works
She's stepped between worlds, conquered her fears
Left home behind, dried all her tears
Full of beauty, and grace
She's brazen in her chase
Her road's just beginning
Put your makeup on, go to the beauty salon.
Get your nails done, my dear loved one.
Curl your hair, keep it slim their.
run an extra mile, keep your smile
Just so they could like you?
I am beautiful, inside and out.
From my waist to my hips to my thighs,
I am satisfied.
A full-figured bombshell that oozes confidence in every stride.
I challenge you to say I am anything but beautiful.
When I blink it blinks
using the Same eyes to see
that I can't I live up
to a better reflection of me.
2 years apart but miles away
while she received praise
I received Bullies and Pain.
Who knows what goes on behind closed doors?
A little gilr doing her chores.
But she is a sad girl., but only she knows.
She stares in the mirror with guise and hate.
Wondering who would ever take her on a date.
I hide behind a mask of insecurity, a mask made of makeup.
When I put on my foundation, I conceal the batte scars.
The ones that come in the form of dark circles underneath my eyes.
Im not a pefect girl;
Never have been, never will be.
With this statement,
Broke a vase and crashed a car,
Told my Daddy I wasn't going far.
I choked on stage
Tripped and fell
I am definitly not hollywood,
Oh damn well.
Got a drink dumped on my face
To think such beauty could emerge from the dirt
To think she could withstand being tread upon
To endure the mental and physical hurt
No, this is not the treatment she chose
To be treated like a weed
#Hi.
I'm trying to act like I'm invisible because I know that you can see that I'm not #perfect.
But I know that if you could see the real me that is not my blotchy skin or curvy frame, you would be #shocked.
I once knew a girl in Junior high ,
With pretty eyes but kind of shy,
her voice was sweet and smooth like butter,
But when people saw her they thought nothing of her;
She had one friend who she met in elementary,
This is my peom about how I feel, I never realized how hard itd be to peel,
back all the visual standards to better reveal.
My inner desires, thoughts turning my wheel.
Well here I am, and this is what I'll say,
Look at me
What do you see?
Young, black, short, mean
Somewhere in between?
I look in the mirror
You know what I see?
A queen
Staring back at me
Not the tallest
I am me
You are you
We are different in more ways than seem true
You are not perfect, and neither am I,
You are thin, and I am wide.
But while all of this is true,
They told me that every scar on my body
Was just another moment that I survived.
That every stretched valley was a sign of
The struggles I've overcome.
I didn't believe them until now.
I'm not the best of sons,
and it's hard to miss my family when everyday they're part of war.
I live with scars that just won't seem to end,
but you know what?
They're my medals and best friend.
Nobody is ever PERFECT, we all make MISTAKES
I’ve CHEATED on my boyfriend, I’ve LIED to my mother
I’ve TRIPPED on my own foot, I’ve COVERED my face in make-up
I’ve CURSED to fit in, I’ve CUT my own skin
I am young, I am Naïve, and I am gullible.
I am old, I am jaded, and I am a realist.
My traits contradict each other at every turn I take.
My hair is ratty, with multiple dead ends.
i am your whisper of strength in the battle cry of your demons
i am the promise of a beginnnig, a phoenix
i am the end so long anticipated
bittersweet, empowering
There is beauty in the folds of my skin and the crease in my brow
Underneath my matt of hair and freckles
There is power behind my quiet voice and my timid thoughts
Seeing past my unsureness and doubt
Im not afraid to show it, I dont care if people know it. I love myself.
Ive taught myself to think it, I live, breathe, drink it. I love myself.
Mirrors use to make me cry, now I dont even have to try. I love myself.
I wake up looking in the mirror
Brush my teeth
My horrid breath no longer existing
I change into an extravagant outfit
No longer feeling insecure
I put on a mask of powder and liquid
Feeling perfect
The swallowed voice, that wallows from the pit of my soul,
Speaks in the desolate ancient tongue of Sultans,
Depression, comparisons
Oh no you're wrappped in
Who is that girl
Who sends you in a whirl
She has the dainty features
While you stand in the mirror looking like a creature
Thoughts race, you cry
Flawless is not true
Lawless is the virtue I seek
Awless is what these spreads on PAPER magazine make the men do
Less is what makes the woman's world bleak with the deadly streaks of no mystique
i write and i write but how can i describe the feelings that i have yet to experience with words i can't even begin to know the meaning of?
My personality
never lacking originality
formed intricately by the different motives of my ancestry
creating me to be, who I be
no matter where I go,
it always comes along with me
I love it
People are like flowers, really.
Some are fragile, some have thorns
some look broken, some look torn.
We all need care, and rely on many things
the warmth of the sun, and the colors of spring.
I search for a shadow to be my safe haven
I’m condemned to be a lawyer, a doctor, or maybe an engineer,
Filled with the hopes and dreams of my parents,
I spill blood over the paper because words are my safe haven,
As a child expectations make us. Growing up we feel them break us. the expectation to suceed. The expectation preasure is to much. The preasure is felt harder and harder. Expectations build our struggle. When we struggle we learn.
The Girl In the Corner,
Yes the one all alone,
The one who is in the pouring rain,
She has had a troubed past,
Cuts that are like sleaves going up and up her arm,
Her parents both gone,
Beauty holds no true shape or matter.
It is not tangible.
One cannot measure it.
It cannot be tasted.
Who can define beauty?
Beauty can only be created
one can choose how to define beauty.
I am not just your Facebook Friend,
Not a profile picture,
Not another one of your precious likes,
Not a tag in a post,
Or a name in your chat box,
I am a living, breathing person,
One day I woke up
Thinking I had had enough
This world this life was filling me up
with lies that told me I could never be enough
But when I looked into the mirror
thought about how those words made me feel
There are so many great things to live for,
When the leaves turn into the shades of fall,
When sounds of the ocean sweeps on the shore,
When one waits for an exciting phone call.
I like to be me thats what I figure
I am smart my knowlege gets bigger
i am appealing to the eye
not a fast girl so don't let dudes just touch on my thigh
The wind of my hair,
My hair on my face,
My face a tint pink
From the weather that does stink.
The snow comes down, down upon my feet
I look up to the sky knowing I will defeat.
The kid only wanted to be understood
by his fellow relatives and friends.
Problem was that everyone else expected
to be understood first and forget about his thoughts.
So he did what he taught himself to do,
In this worldWe all competeDo you look good?Did you run a mile?Sometimes we forgetTo look beneath
Who wins you might ask?
Well of course, it's up to you.
Wether you keep the mask
Or be true to you
Life is a game
No one wants to play
And the only two things that can be quite left
No one can take away persons body or mind
I beleive my mind can create the world i want
And my body can produce the people in it
Dear Artists,
We all have 3 common grounds of expressions
I.
One common idea to keep our feets grounded while the rest of our heads wandering in the universe
Because we artists are the universe
I’m driving to the store. I look left at a stoplight;
A girl is applying on mascara on her already thick lashes
In the limited time frame that we have and I think of
They say Dijah you'd be a baddie if you only lost a couple pounds
I'm not going to dit around and act like I ain't thought about it
A perfect body is more appealing but it's funny how
Short
I am Short
I've known this for long time but I just don't undertsand
I am Short
But I'm tall in spirit
I am short
a daisy on the side of the road
dust blowing in my face
trying to move but my roots keep me grounded
is there purpose,
what is identity,
what sets ME apart form the others?
flowers dont move;
Once a friend said:
"Your eyes are always smiling"
That was one of the nicest compliments anyone has given me.
My eyes are not anything to "ooh" or "aah" about,
The corset is now off,
Putting all the guard down.
What if they should flout or scoff?
Sea of shame, go ahead, drown.
Fabricating to care,
Pitching bad self esteem.
Yet they gossip and stare,
I lived on people's shooulders during parades or tours or anything really important to see.
I was always (and still am) in the front row for pictures.
I wake up and look in the mirror
To red marks and scars on my face and body
I cover them with makeup and whatever I can find
But what I don't have to cover up is what makes me
FLAWLESS
Why does the wind blow on the other side?
Feeling as if I'm trapped in my own of forgetfullness
I look at your glowing face in the sky
And wonder if you feel what I feel.
To be ugly and surrounded by unbelievable beauty.
How is it like, up in the sky,
Surrounded by a sea of stars
I chose to be
in this world of dark and light.
I put on a mask for the bee,
for a future that is bright
This is no natural beauty.
It takes work.
It is my personal duty
I don't wake up perfect
and my teeth aren't white
but if there's one thing I'm proud of