beauty
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I slowly rise from my seat
The eyes that have been glancing up until now stop and stare
I don’t satisfy their yearn, rather I pretend to have not seen
Smoke
A flicking flame–the darkness flees,
A candle’s light never steadies.
Unending dance, no fear of death,
Until the fatal gust of breath.
¡Oh! No, nunca deberían hablar de Puerto Rico
Borinquén, Porto Rico de una manera tan malvada
Puerto Rico nada en el mar Caribe y el Océano Atlántico
Con otras bellas islas como Cuba, Haití y Jamaica
Oh! No, they should never talk about Borikén
Puerto Rico, Porto Rico in such an evil fashion
PR swims in the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea
No one can wholly understand love
Love is never what one thinks it is
Love often comes as a snippy surprise
As a starry shock stemming from above.
Love is a hieroglyphic puzzle
I leave my emotions splattered on the page
An art piece from an artist
True to say I’m an artist
I convey emotions through the originality of emotions themselves
This night I suffered much from thoughts
As they abused me without thought
I suffered much more than I thought
As now they haunt me
You make a library sound like a city,
You're right at home in the deafening silence
I drive through the night, looking for you swiftly
You're a ivory tower in darkness, beautiful and reliant
In life's vast tapestry, where shadows loom,
Amidst the storm, within the gloom,
There lies a beacon, small yet bright,
A glimmer of hope, a guiding light.
I paint the shades of lifeSo many mockers in plain sightWith faith, I sail past sorrow, sourness, and strifeIn stanzas, I navigate the high waters of life I paint the mysteries that were revealed to meby The One who holds the foundation of the He
The word “striking” has multiple meanings, both beautiful and violent.
I might tell you your beauty is striking; although subjective, I seem to think you’re favorable.
Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special
Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal
Without mothers, there will be no living
The month of May
Exists so we can love
The beautiful flowers of nature
People think of beauty as looks,
which will always be temporary.
You see her from the outer view and say she is beautiful looks-wise,
which she is,
but you do not see the beautiful side of her that I do.
He is deformed but she doesn't care in the least.When it comes to them, it's beauty and the beast.Everybody calls him a monster and it's so unfair.He doesn't even look human but she doesn't care.
I have never seen an ugly flowerFlowers are always full of grandeurFlowers are known to be beautifulAll the time, that's stupendously wonderfulAll flowers speak a beautiful language
Je veux être connu sous un seul nom
Comme Dessalines, Christophe et Pétion
Comme Pelé, Ali ou un grand champion
Comme Edison, Jefferson et Washington.
Tocaré todas las campanas
Para tu cumpleaños
Saldré de mis bolsillos
Bonitas joyas de las hermosas calas.
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
"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,
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
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
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.
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
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,
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
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
I used to let beauty define me…..As I gaze at my reflection, I wonder how my life changed so dramatically fast. I went from being one of the popular kids to one of the “losers”. But the funny thing is, this new label does not bother me.
What beauty is to me is not what it is to you
Beauty is not measured by the amount of makeup I wear
Beauty is not measured by the clothes I wear
Beauty is not measured by the sizes of my bra and rear
I have flaws
but so do you
my flaws make me perfectly imperfectly
your flaws do to
I smile at my flaws with my crooked smile
Because I know
I love myself
Flaws and all
You know... Who wants to be flawless? Not Me
Now, imagine a world of perfect people.... Life would be incredibly bland.
We were born with flaws, can't you see?
It's the little imperfections that give us a reason to stand.
Hurt is not an emotion. It is a growth that multiplies with you as you age, spreading like cancer to your heart, and hardening it to the point of never wanting to feel again.
I never was the girl who had it all
Hell, I was the one who had nothing at all.
But here I am,
I stand before you
proud and tall.
No money nor connections,
just sheer ambition
Self respect is the key to loving yourself
It means to not only be truthful
But to be confident
To exceed the expectations of your nobles
When i say this just know its true, you are beautiful because god made you. You might think your this or your that but just know that your eveything someone looks for , even if you think your fat.
They say that girls are made of curves -
that we are smiles
and acceptance,
a circle of understanding arms,
our feminine charms meant to lure you in:
a siren call.
To all wounds of the heart,
Time is the antidote.
Designed like a coat
Soothing the pain as it impart
It is nonpareil
It understands what you want
As time acts more than a confidant
I met a boy who turned my world upside down, the next thing i knew life came crashing down. He said he'd stay and that he loved me, i ended up alone carrying his baby.
The world: silent dark and dull
No rhythm rhyme or beat
Something was needed to fill the null
A beat, both pure and sweet.
Some to pen and paper turned
To make their world alive
The way I walk , The way I talk , The way I carry myself , My confidence over whelms you.
In return emotions stir that you can't help.
I don't blame you.
What you see is what you want.
What is good luck without there being bad luck?
How can we see a rainbow without the cloud-darkened sky?
How could the stars shine like diamonds without the blanket of night?
What does it mean to be flawless?
Perfect? Unblemished? Impeccable?
How can someone reach such a standard?
Life begins inside the cell
A simple structure,
without much complication,
that one can find anywhere
A cell, which can build a monastery
Girls and boys do not fool yourself
A mirror does not define who you are
When you wake up in the morning
Do not look in the mirror
If inside you feel good then you look Good
Am I enough? To be considered beautiful, naturally. Naturally with acceptable flaws. Being 17 in a media-controlled world can either go left or right. Am I enough? To make mistakes and be forgiven. Still be human.
She's not a beautiful girl.She has a big nose and a silly smile and sheDoesn't always say the right things at the right times. No, she's not beautiful.
Sabrina Petroski
110-86-7165
Eyes open
feet slide off the bed and touch the cold floor
step after to she carries herself
The mirror cracks
with broken glass
unable to hold
the lies that are told
everything plastic
thought as attractive
the soulless has worth
we're told to convert
what is to live
The day I asked myself am I really this person inside,
Am I covering up the truth? Is there anything to hide.
Blinded by other people's expectations, focused on unexpect fear.
Being told "Its whats on the inside that matters" never felt so true.
Our apperance can be deciving,
Looking fresh with eyebrows and nails done
Yet inside is full of selfishness, jealousy, and insecurity.
As children we are deceived
by society’s definition of beauty.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
and is in no way perfect.
Your morning breath blew beautifully
A familiar funk stuck on the windowsill
I’d steal this stench and drench my windowpanes repetitiously
The golden hue of a time forgotten
Silver shades of today,
Together they meld into the generations of my family.
Charcoal shadows give character to the night
While white light bathes the day in hope.
I give you this lonely flower
Which contains all i can give
I'm sorry I didn't have the power
To give you a better chance to live
But in this world that's dying
Hope for a better tomorrow is rare
The world is on fire
The cosmos did not mean to be in flames
The passion of ballet
I dedicate my life to it
And when I go on Pointe
the blood will rush through my feet
as I rise trying to grow older
Bike chain clanks as the wheel crunches dead leaves.
Sunlight sparkles. shadows dance, as birds call cuckoo.
Strangers smile and wave as they pass by me,
as I ride on with the mountains not far from view.
I see women.
I see thunder thighs
and freckles,
muffin tops,
rib cages,
a birth mark that covers the length of her collar bone
He says you're not pretty,
your breasts are too small,
and your butt - nonexistent,
He says you're borderline ugly,
so you believe him,
and you can't say you don't because you do,
Much like a woman is the sky.
In the afternoon she is there, attending to her daily routine.
She shines bright, yet is taken for granted most days.
As evening nears, the night is only just beginning.
Yes I'm black, that doesn't mean I'm vulnerable to attack,
I'm just like you, a human, red blood, emotions and a moving figure,
Lure them in with your evanescent gleam.
Bind them into your eternal paradise.
Throw their hypnotic nothings to the wind.
Craft velvet wings from jewels.
Your primrose shimmer must never dull.
You told me
You told me the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice.
But now I realize that not everybody has the same taste.
So your eyes partake of my identity and you spit me out of your mouth and exclaim
Beauty is an anomoly.
It is a power and a curse.
it creates popularity,
and it empties out your purse.
Beauty isn't trivial,
it is a passion and a duty.
As the desire to be beautiful.
numbness is not romanticpain is not beautyand struggling is not beautiful
war, there is war everywhere in Iraq, Syria, and even in the U.S.A, recently there has been an epidemic of police bashing. A seed in Ferguson was shot to death by a police officer, which sent a fire through the field.
Inbetween the mountains I lay
Waiting for a warm breeze.
These days are rare now.
I look around,
I see beautiful, towering trees.
The snow on the mountain tops shines.
I don't stare at myself in awe of my own beauty,
I stare in awe that I am called beautiful.
I look so deeply at myself, with every intention to find this beauty.
To answer the question I ever so constantly ask myself,
I didn’t know at first.
First sight, first touch, it wasn't tantalizing until last night.
Small movements in the fingertips...
A slight raise of the chin...
Delicate steps onto the stage...
A glittering smile to greet her prince....
Senior year turned cold one day.
I fell on the ground and didn't have anything to say
I held on my stomach and cried a little or more than that
a nurse brought a wheelchair over on which i sat
The apple rots when it very well pleases
The seed just does what it’s told
It grows and grows, the ground picks up the pieces
Of the apple tree’s selfish mold.
There’s no free will for the sapling
Deep in the forest where the wolfs bane grows
The midnight fairy comes out to dance.
Her motions are so graceful and her beauty perennial.
Fair-weather sweetheart
Hide behind your porcelain makeup
Cozy and cuddling in an oversized sweater
Fearing the touch of skin when she wakes up
Expecting more I love you buts and you deserve betters
Is it still just a game—?
When you’re holding me close underwater
And I’m wondering how long you’ll let me wait
Before I turn around to see you face to face
In the dark, alone and falling
Fool
Beauty is something that can come in many different forms.
Beauty is something that is found in everything,
In everyone.
But this beauty comes in certain places for everyone,
Heart beats
extra two beats
every time I see her face,
She a goddess,
Not just being moddest,
Mouth drops fifteen inches
even when I'm fifteen inches away
When we see a wilted flower
We recall the wondrous life that was
An aging actress appears on the screen
When I walk with the moonlight,
Not underneath but beside it,
It whispers to me 'do not lose heart,
And then I go out and try it.
When I swim with the clouds,
Gliding through the fluffy air,
The tree laughs
Children play below
On a hot summer day so slow
The tree is shade
And the tree likes offering aid
The tree smiles
A couple look deeply into each other's souls
Gravity can pull me down all he wants,
but that will not stop me from reaching the sky.
The stars are mine to own,
and the universe is my playground.
Earth is a test,
I live in a society of broken dolls,
With broken voice boxes,
Repeating words they can’t understand,
Saying what they can’t mean.
Parroting hopes and dreams of no one in particular,
The fallen angel which Has Fallen grace into a new world of tragedy..
Her hair Black as the stormy night
Her eyes blue as the ocean's water
Her skin pale as the winter snow
Pride does not go hand in hand with disgrace
You're a beautiful girl as you are
And your words have spread very far
But they are not synonymous with your beauty
I've heard your hateful effigy
How many times will I be told,
“Smile you may look prettier”, or
“You know what they say, you are what you eat”
All these expectations, these standards
I live with day in and day out
What is beauty?Magazines, movies, TV will have you believeIt is a mold:Flawless skin, no blemishes, no poresBodies so thin you get hungry on their behalf
It’s tempting,
to gaze upon the night sky
and see only crisp starlight, juxtaposed
with a firm sheet of outer space.
But most would know that soon,
There was a girl, graceful and free
She looked in the mirror just to see
If her hair was not in a big mess
To see if she looked rather stressed
To make sure her makeup was intact
I might not be the best
But that's up to you
Whether you think I'm good or not
I don't have a clue
Sometimes we are to afraid to speak
So we hide behind our curtain
Not knowing what beauty we hold
The world is filled with bitches.
Women got beauty confused with skin hanging out their britches.
Hoes, tricks, and sluts. No longer judged by the expression on one's face
but
what looks good on their butt.
You would think someone with a disease would have problems in school such as socializing or generally fitting in. Growing up down south and moving to New York city was a huge change for me.
I'm sick of being known
as the girl with the curves,
the girl who has to show some skin
in order to be heard.
All I want is some respect
and a little more eye contact.
I'm sick of being known
Fingers brush over my skin
That is soft but resistant with moisture.
Brushes tease my grasp.
This is art with brushes that doesn’t need a canvas.
I’m not organized,
It's chaos.
Beauty is like a flower,
Fragile yet lovely,
Fierce but calm,
When you pick a flower the beauty can only last so long,
Let it keep growing and it will last longer,
Beauty is like a relationship,
you love to call me thick
that must be a slick way to tell me to lose weight .
You tell me to put salad on my plate .
I heard you World , to be honest .
This pound cake is too good and it already on my plate .
HelloIs all you have to sayas we walk each other by.Instead you let my presence go missingbecause I entangle vowels with consonantssynchronize self-love with confidence.too ethnic
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
Or so they tell me.
But everyone seems to find the same things beautiful.
Blonde hair, blue/green eyes, thin.
Barbie doll perfect
Barbie doll beautiful
Growing up in this world you are taught to envy others
But why are we jealous of those in magazines or on TV
Rather than wanting to be exactly like our mothers
'Perfect' people plastered everywhere is all we see
Pink blankets and balloons, congratulations it’s a girl.
Everywhere frills and lace laying beautifully and delicately.
Barbies, dolls, little homemade kitchens.
Clean, bake, smile.
Smoke in mirrors, to the sick minded that's clear
Clear as crystal...
The thoughts of ending life with a pistol
Deception and perfection are society's traits.
One we love, the other we hate.
It's sad how we can love one, but not the other
When really they both work together.
Society tells us that we need perfection
I come to the crowds and I'm still aloneI sit with 'friends' but it's never homeI cheer along, smile and yellBut all the time it feels like hell.Why do I come, and endure pain?
Black & white
Why fight between us human
Why racism compare to color ?
You might be white or black and nothing difference between us.
POOF!
Now I am confident!
SNAP!
Now I am beautiful!
BOOM!
Now I am talented!
Here I stand,
So hear my demands!
My confidence has surly convinced you!
I conceal who I am to be seen
The foundation I walk on is not pristine
I powder on false details to change myself
Base my life to look better to someone else
Depression is seen through smoky eyes
I don't want to look in the mirror and see failure anymore.
I don't want to wish away my shadow.
I want to think of my reflection as beautiful.
A Beautiful Gem
Don't ever let any one tell you that you're not beautiful.
You are a most precious gem,
There will always be pain in Beauty,
But I still don't know how victory looks like.
Beauty sounds so close,
But temporarly comes & goes.
Calm as a summer's meadow.
Warm and full of light.
Bright as a yellow sun.
One by one the flowers remind me
of how beautiful you are.
Stars and rainbows don't compare.
Beauty everywhere.
I look about.
I wish only to see the World.
But wait, for all I see is you.
You, you are beautiful.
I wake up to cosmetics and perfumes everyday to seem presentable to the world outside.
You are not beautiful.
Not in conventional ways, that is.
You are not beautiful
because you have a little extra
roll of fat just below your belly button.
You are beautiful because
She awakes from a night of taunting dreams
Let’s her mind wander upon the happenings of the day
Soaks it in and just breathes
With a tear of hopelessness
She applies her make-up to only hide her true beauty
I am someone who can find beauty in the strangest places. The bush outside that has gone away for the winter. All alone, with no leaves to keep it company during the long cold season.
You are not my parents
Because you layed in bed and had sex.
But because you love me and care for me.
You are not my friend
Because we share laughs and hugs.
Hollow black circles line her eyes;
Her lips so red - unnaturally so.
Freckles hidden by a powdery vail;
She doesn't want anyone to see.
Why, I ask, does she cover up,
Such natural beauty and grace?
You say I am a decent writerSo I write this one to youYou who loves me for all of meNot just the me that is nice and pleasantBut the me that is mean and dark and confused
I've grown up around strong women. To be specific, I've been surrounded by strong black women.
That doesnt make me strong though
This made it hard for me to find myself. I wanted to be like them
Since having long hair being black and being tall stands out
Thats how I obtained attention from people
Was I happy then? No
Society is blind not by the eye
Guys fall in love with what they see
Trying to be beautiful making one cry
He knows she falls for his sweet words
There comes a time in a mother's life
When her son or daughter must leave her
All my life I found it hard to properly express myself
She used to be beautiful.
The kind of beauty that
Really mattered-
A kind soul,
Self-worth found in every moment
And the courage to stand up for those who can’t defend themselves,
An elegant rose, must wither and die
A sculptor's masterpiece will weather away
Beauty does not last
All things have a beginning and an end
A beautiful woman would one day become a crone
Blind Ambition
Keeps me wishin'
I had someone like You
Orange burst
of passion
Purple mist
If you choose to love a girl who does not believe herself worth loving, be warned: she does not take well to being proved wrong. In fact she will fight against the very idea of your affection during all the hours you two are apart, during the y
He sees balls of flame and dust.
She sees old souls that guide her path.
I see worlds beyond all of us.
They see stars, numbers, and math.
He endures the dull,
While she beholds the beauty.
I don’t know whether to shout being ugly is okay, or that I’m beautiful anyway, because society has taught me I’m wrong in everything I do.
Every morning I wake up and see the beautiful woman I aspire to be
Every day is the same, the mirror on the wall, mocking me and taunting me to be someone I am not
I know the guys always say the same old line.
"The makeup compliments your eyes"
Honestly your personality compliments your mind you one of a kind.
No matter how much makeup you apply you can't never hide what's inside.
Our culture has created a monster.
Society says that to be pretty you have to be thin, blond, blue eyes, etc.
My little sister doesn't think she's pretty enough. She wants to dye her hair, lose weight, etc.
See the butterflies fly at dawn,
Catch them all before they're gone.
Some fly in shadows,
Some fly in light.
Some fly with ease,
And some fly with might.
Once upon a time, she was his precious little girl
Back then, no one could say anything about him
My Insecurities/Tearing my own skin/Drowning in my own thoughts/I am the creation of wonders/Rebuild my body, mind, and soul/Write out my demons/And tear the paper instead
The golden tides crash against the shores
the shores filled with excitement
excitement because everyone knows what time it is
can you smell that scent?
The days are long the nights short
Why is she so different?
What makes her so appealing?
She doesn't have the prettiest face or the hottest body.
But she is rooted in my brain and spreading like an ivy.
Oh! Amidst that vast evergreen forest,
Lies an immaculate crystal palace
Surrounded with red delicate rose crests
Lives a beautiful queen with no malice.
Oh! Her smile and her laughter fools many
As the seasons evolve from a frozen cocoon of isolation into a warm veil of life, I find myself awakening anew.
Throwing aside my crystallized prison I climb high upon the twig sensing there is work to do.
You look people in their eyes and can easily see into the depths of their soul, but never have you been able to shake hands with Your own
I really enjoyed how bubbly she and goofy he
lindy hopped on smooth wood
without looking in the studio mirror.
It wasn’t so lovely once you came
not to ask me to dance, but to call me a wallflower
Our art has no real meaning behind it
And if you ask us, we’ll say
“I made what I wanted, you tell me why”
Then we’ll leave it with you for a collection of dimes
So carry it off, this piece of culture emulated
The best part of art lies in the subconscious,
Not within the scrutiny of a scholar’s essay,
Not within the thoughts that the artist speaks to herself,
But within the very muscles of the hand,
My eyes do not “light up like the sunlight upon water,”
My complexion is too blue and white and every girl is hotter,
Society does not reward small chests like mine with glamour,
We shackle our Feet,
With Vanity and Mirrors.
That bring us to our knee's,
While we fear and shake with tremors.
We build our castle on the media and magazines we read everyday
As I ponder about the essence of beauty,
I take a look at my mother's hands, oh how rough they are, filled wiht hard work
As I ponder about the essence of beauty,
I take a look at my mother's hands, oh how rough they are, filled wiht hard work
The woods were encumbering in the sunrise.
My gut wrenched with uncertainty of the buzzing feeling
atop my forehead.
A little green creature rested in the nests of my tousled hair,
Beautiful is she who speaks.
Not with words scribbled out,
Or with the dance in her feet.
It's the beauty she finds in defeat.
Purple stained lipsSucculent dripsA seductive kiss placed between sweet, strengthWe rub our knees together And bump headsAll under the blanket of
A young girl, dawned in a butter yellow
With glitter on her eyelashes and paint on her lips
Pushed up onto stage hardly before she even knows how to say no
The bright lights beat down upon her startled face
I once met a young woman by the name of Ashley,
So beautiful she was to me.
With hickory eyes,
she had a heart-warming smile that caught me by surprise.
So shy she was,
hesitant to believe she was pretty.
I am not sorry that I'm not a 36-24-36
But I do have a body size that leaves me with confidence
I love my rich dark brown skin
And my dark brown eyes that shines from within
If your beauty was light, it would brighten the deepest of oceans
and be the envy of the Sun
If your beauty was the moon, it would have wolfs howling all night at its precious glow
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Are the standards of today a consensus?
Does everyone really agree as to
What's out and what's in
Glamour versus sin
Too fat versus too thin?
Beauty
What is beauty?
I mean true beauty,
None of that ‘coat yourself in makeup’ or
‘be like everyone else’ stuff.
Beauty is strength.
But strength comes from pain.
I injected my soul with meaningless concepts of beauty and love that I borrowed from mainstream media and magazine covers.
Am I pretty yet?
Beautiful.
An arbitrry concept created by mind numbing expectations set fourth by overpriced magazines with images of "socially acceptable" women.
Beauty.
Girls wear make ups to enhance their beauty
Yet this lady’s face is composed of just simplicity
She wore dullness in a judgmental society
And those harsh remarks led to no anxiety
"I've Learned" by Nicholas Jones.In my 18 years of life,I've yearned for happiness,And I've yearned for strife,I've learned of death,And I've learned of life,
I planted you a rose; sat and watched it bloom
the rose didn't feel me watching,
or notice that I was trying to forget you.
Who do roses grow for?
Surely mine for you,
I wish to cut away my flesh.I don't hate myself.I just hate this skin,Weak and bloody thin!If only
He told me to contain my hair.
To pull the reins on my paradise.
He said "They won't stop staring."
He couldn't understand the mutiny.
I had a Garden of Eden growing from my roots.
My sisters and I come from a land of harsh sun where our culture and spirits live.
A place that contains so much more beauty than one could ever witness in a lifetime.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholders ,
Not in the eyes of the negative talkers.
Try to avoid those people for they are walkers ,
Walkers among valley of death , negativity.
The world is filled with aggressivity ,
Beauty is a state of mind
what state you livin' in?
when shawty broke my heart you were the one that mended it
back together
I never thought it'd be me and you
Rushing to the ebony beauty store,
Shooting like a swift cannon,
I gaze upon stunning mahogany cosmetic brushes.
I reach the vine of goat-hair bristles;
I pluck the highest one with pure excitement.
What do you see in the mirror?
“Too skinny”, “Too fat”, “An ugly body”.
Well try to see through the eyes of another,
Who can only see beauty and personality.
Do not let society change the way you see yourself.
I love beautiful Blue Birds
Beautiful birds
Beautiful peddles
Different flowers every where
Roses are Beautiful
Wind is sometimes calm
The wind is sometimes very cold
My legs are scarred and bruised, and that's the way that goes. My teeth are uneven and my hair is wilder than barbed tumbleweeds. I have those Latina hips with an Arabic nose. And there's not much that I wouldn't want the world see.
Still thinking the things my lips can't say. You may not be flawless but it seems that way. The little things count the most, and I'll never let go of my hope.
A dying tree makes me weep.How beautiful it once was,how it will never be again.It’s branches no longer bend.It longs for sleepas Spring brings ever-closerits impending end.
It's a free country, they said.
There are free rights, they said.
You won't be victimized because of your unchangeable aspects, they said.
They said that everyone will be treated equal in the United States of America.
I sit on a crooked tree branch
Leaning against it
As I stare out into the distance
Mountains tower above
Darkened shadows with white tips
Shrouded in pale mystery
Meadows crowd the land below
The forest awaits
Hundred-year-old trees tower above
Holding up the sky with their branches
Did you see that? That, there.
That lady is staring at me.
She keeps looking over here.
Do I have a booger in my nose?
Is my receding hairline showing?
Twenty years old with a receding hairline.
Angel hands with long and nimble fingers
Smoothed with age, paths of wisdom along pale skin
They comfort and soothe
Sylvan scenes of virgin timber
an enchanted forest she longs to discover
where mighty oaks give inspiration
and leaves aid in rejuvination
she need a place to breath in the summer.
She's warm,
bringing brightness
at the end of each storm.
Embracing morning with a kiss.
Reborn.
She weeps.
Tears like the dew
roll and wash down her cheeks.
Tiny waists and butt cheeks the size of Jupiter
Stuffed into to a skin tight dress
Maybe they eat, maybe they don't
Depends on if they want to look the best
They learn to walk the walk
-Redefine beauty. Extract all the melanin from my skin, or add just a bit more to yours and let's see what difference it makes in our personalities. No change.
I screamed. She was never seen. See what she lacked I carried and what I lacked she held onto so dearly.
What is Beauty ?
Is beauty something we have on the outside
or something deep within
Is it a woman with curves
Or a model that is stick thin
What is Beauty ?
Is it a woman with the bluest eyes
Plaster walls,full of cracksbreaking in.Press my backagainst the door…Falling through the floor.Mirror, mirror that I see,Mirror, dear, do you love me?Hunger bites,claws my skin.
I lay in bed, caressed by my warm covers.
Staring out of the window; that is littered,
With translucent, tiny little bulbs of water.
I hear it. I hear it against my window.
Look at me for who I am and not what you want me to be.It isn't fair that
I still am lost in the wonder of its beauty
So sweet it is
As it just lays there
Deep in red valor
I want nothing more
Than to freeze this time
This time that is sacred and rare
I write to free my mind
To suprise myself with what I find
It gives me wings
So I may escape and be alone on the sea
I write to free my heart
From those who tore it apart
It gives me shelter
It's all about the money,
It's all about the popularity.
I don't think I fit in with it.
Don't want to be a part of it.
I tried I couldn't handle it,
I took my pride and I ran with it.
Beauty is more than what appeals to the eye
It's more than a hairstyle, an outifit, or makeup
Beauty is what lies within the body, mind, heart and soul
It is not being a size zero and exposing your assets
Brighten my day and bring color into my life
All I see is black and white and I need you here to be my light
Color my day with your vibrant joy and bring a smile to my lips
Why must
you make me suffer?
One error and I am faulty?
Why do you uproot my regret
and prevent me from my blossom?
Even the most delicate rose
has its thorns, and you still
I have a fear
A fear of falling
Heart is calling
Wanting you
Body is trembling
Hands are shaking
Eyes are longing
Mouth is wispering no
Dying inside
Of you not knowing You
She waits there waiting for the time she has been waiting for, to be forgotten was not her choice from every point of view she has been with a smile that never disappears.
Smooth orange liquid sunshine
mixes with the salty turquise breeze
An esoteric halocline of incarnate earth-breath
The crushing depths are fringed by perpetual rythmic collapse
All the years of winding
and tightening the
perfectionist urges, only
to increase the craving
for alteration. And finally
comes the vain obligation
to maintain
2 rows of 32 pearls.
I used to grow up thinking daddy's wide shoulders were the highest point of Earth.
questioning my worth as i stand here vertically challenged
Take a good look at me,
Go on, tell me what you see.
Do you see beauty, rich and deep,
Beauty.
Is that one word
really big enough?
It describes so much…
The pain she feels
when she looks in the mirror.
Sad, because she can’t
compare to the Barbie
If I Could Fly
If I could fly, I’d fly to you
If I could fly, I’d fly in the blue,
And darkness too
I would travel the globe,
And bring back trinkets and doodads,
With pictures of beyond
What would you do,
What would you say,
If someone said to draw your troubles away?
Would you paint landscapes of fire,
"I have a dream" a wise man once said,
where everyone is created equal
But how is it that dreams could come
with a price tag that's deceitful?
They tell you growing up to always "shoot for the stars"
I pushed my hand against my chest in search of a soundbut my heart beat was no where to be found.what a tragedy I must be for my heart to have abandoned meI pressed a little harder but still couldn't feel a thing
Beautiful:
Adjective
"Exciting aesthetic pleasure;
Generally pleasing".
What the definition doesn't tell you,
Is that beautiful,
The wise old man is believed insane,
the fool laughs first.
What an ironic suffling of the dealer's deck,
what sad misconceptions accepted by billions.
Fact is fiction, but fiction is fact.
Your baby hand:
so strong, s small.
Your fragile head;
I won't let you fall.
Your eyes are closed,
and you're asleep;
yet you are perfect
from hair to feet.
Infants, toddlers, new-borns
*Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!*
BABIES.
They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples
From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
Listen, to each of those tiny drops of rainWhispering an iridescent pattern of shallow notesTake note as wonder takes its course,
Simple beauty is hidden to those with cloudy eyes filled with visions of perfect ladies.
To be happy, society screams at us with images of perfection. What you wear, how thin you can be. Who you are never mattered.
A Queen
Birth from Sin
Placed in a world ran by men.
She can made up of various colors.
A women
Is a mans strength, his rock, his joy.
A beautiful flower that has its own structure and design.
Black skin against white cotton fresh
Beauty ripped from the land of purity
Stolen virtue, unsure of direction
Crowns ripped from bloody palms
What is the meaning of art?
What draws it from the rest?
What brings it into one's heart,
What makes it pass the test?
Our curiosity strives for the answer,
To this meaning we hope to find.
What is the meaning of art?
What draws it from the rest?
What brings it into one's heart,
What makes it pass the test?
Our curiosity strives for the answer,
To this meaning we hope to find.
There is much to life
When one only drifts
When one merely sifts
Through the sands of time.
Playing with sand
As though it will always be there.
I do not see your physical body
Your physicality is beautiful beyond measure
Your personality eminates frequencies of joy beyond conception
Your character stands tall with virtue and honesty
Products upon products
Days lost to adulation
Looking for beauty under rocks, in-between articles.
The funny thing is,
I buy all this crap, but never wear it.
Hundreds of dollars spent on makeup
What is beauty? Is it something we see? Is it nature itself? Like a bush or a tree?
Is it a miracle from above? An infant so sweet?
A newborn puppy? Someone special we meet?
My mind—
Which usually perplexes me—
Gets excited by art.
Likes to dunk the world
Into color, and tack
On words
My mind is Narcissus who—
Under the beguiling face
whatever I think
becomes what I do
yet those things which I wish
never come true.
the sun on this morning
lies bright on the faces
This is how an Angel dies
Forced to hear of man's cries
Upon the legions of those soon to suffer
His ears lay a buffer
As his wings crumble away
He sees those of earth
Awaken for another day
Marble floors and polished glass,Shining like the mahogany grandfather clockthat gives off the scent of fresh pine and lemon.It sits quietly in the cornerObserving.
When will we realize that love is the answer?
The lack of reality is growing faster.
Media telling women they have to be a certain size;
Images of “perfection” leave us desensitized
Something's missing from your history books.
Cinderella is far from a fabel,
And Disney's a money-hungry liar.
Her name was actually Daji Mei Fang.
The clock struck twelve, she lost her left slipper.
Did you stop to consider that we are who we are
Alot of you hide y'all faces
We go out of the extreme to impress others
But did you know that we are who we are
Who was I?I was a little girl who went to mass every Sunday and sang “Santo Santo Santo” to the heavens as the salseros played sprightly music in the balcony of the church.
Who was I?I was a little girl who went to mass every Sunday and sang “Santo Santo Santo” to the heavens as the salseros played sprightly music in the balcony of the church.
Listen, sister, for this talk unsettles me. Stop here. Because
You are not the sum of things you have made.
You are not the sum of others' judgements, opinions - no.
Who is society to distinguish what is right and wrong? Is it size, weight, appearance, or personality that defines us? We judge, we look, we quickly decide within the first ten seconds who that person is.
My mind is a portal to worlds of possibilities of success. There I sit in my imaginary kingdom of ease and finesse While I caress my thoughts of future glory and a new kind of persona- A man that will generate much fame and renown.
I make love to the sunshine.
I caress it
Revel in it
And let it touch my every curve.
So long did I bask under fluorescent sky
So long did I breathe the stagnant taste of closed doors.
when your in love there is always pain!
you know why? becuase love is the sister
or pain. you fall in love he might brak your
I want to wake up to that smell of oil, warm and thick, softening me. As I inhale, it coats my insides in an understanding embrace. But smell never stays with you, only its memory. I remember the voice that went past my eardrums.
When I was younger
I came home from school
To play with my Bratz dolls
That looked so cool
When I was younger
I saw on t.v.
These beautiful ladies
That don’t compare to me
Respect yourself, for your mind and body are a beautiful thing.
Treat others kindly, for there are words that can feel quite a sting.
Don't take anything for granted, for this could be your last day.
Respect yourself, for your mind and body are a beautiful thing.
Treat others kindly, for there are words that can feel quite a sting.
Don't take anything for granted, for this could be your last day.
The sun is brighter than the moon
And I hope to see you soon
The sun is your beauty
The moon is your pain
I will look so sue me
Your smile holds my brain
With you there’s more to see
Not many people can see beauty in the woods
Can see the careful disorganization
In the Connecticut forests
No, it takes someone special,
A native, per sé
Someone willing to sit in the moss
Green and white clothes
with a hat just too big,
tiny yellow shoes
waiting for the day.
Brittle like glass she was
Every light shone through her
And no matter what she does
People always stare
It makes her feel so edgy
She cuts them razor sharp
Only to magnify her beauty
The world tries to sell girls a plethora of lies:
“You’re too fat.” “You’re too short.” “He’ll think you’re ugly.”
Please, don’t put on a social disguise.
Piles of eyeliner, hair dye, lipstick, and blush
Who is this girl we call Beauty?
Where can she be found?
What does she look like?
And what is her sound?
Masquerade and sashay your way down that office,
Use those eyes to line the path of your future.
Blush those cheeks to hide the pain of those pain written days.
Use the foundation to create set forth a smooved finish.
It has been said, beauty is skin deep,
Yet many are scared and still weep.
We instill insults to put others down,
To stand above them like we wear the crown.
The world needs children
the smile with missing teeth
the mouth full of food
the arms dancing when you laughs
Lights, Camera, Action
Light, How do you see it?
Can you even see it?
Or is it felt on the fine arms that brush up when air is left of mist.
The way they see her
The way their eyes scuttle up from her purple painted toes to the kinky curls upon her head
Fixating on the width of her hips
The rotundness of her belly
The cellulite in her thighs
I am told to change.
Never to my face. That would be too simple.
But in the magazines and the movies
and the momentum of society carrying them forward.
You are not right. Change.
Tough times growing up...
Barely having any food to eat.
Cable getting cut off,
And surviving with out heat.
Momma struggling to keep me safe
And tried to buy me clothes.
The lush meadow grass,
A bright sunny day.
Palm clasped in yours
Through the fields we'll play.
We can sing and talk,
I'll ask you how you are.
Seek that which is away from the surface
Dig further, refrain to linger on surface
Deep across the ocean blue
See the beauty and the true
Beyond the surface
A blank canvas without design
When I die
Could you please not put any makeup on my face?
That game is for the living
And I have hit death- the most natural part of life
So let my body join my soul in this freedom
Under The Blue Moon
As beautiful as a dream
Pitch perfect as can be
You shine like the sun, brighter than any light,
Loving Sister
Remarkable, a light I would follow
Beautiful in each turn and curve
You beam bright
White in gold
God teaches us love,
Compassion,
Grace,
Honesty,
Patience,
God shows us love,
That we are all treasures,
That we are worth sacrifices,
That we are all perfect in His eyes,
I call that change come to us,
by us,
for us,
change of the the eyes that don't trust,
and misjudge,
and sum up,
without a single word spoken.
Gone do i want the wall that,
board up,
Pretty in pink
darling in silver
diamonds are forever
love is my journey forever
he was all I prayed for and more
I hope it last till the day we depart
i hope he feels the same way.
I've never felt so empty yet full
You take over my mind,
Like dark clouds on a stormy day
But add color to my darkest nights
The thought of you fills my mind
But takes my soul
Carved Just Right
Brilliant among few
Untouchable by many
Unbreakable with endless beauty
The changes are occuring
The season are flowing
The girls are all working out, while the boys run about
She looks in the mirror and what does she see?
Not a beautiful girl of only 17,
I'm told to pick something to change.
What possibly could it be?
Would I choose more peace? Mean judgments to cease?
I simply cannot see.
Some say that appearance matters.
they lied.
you aren't locked up to save you from yourself.
you're locked up because they keep beautiful things in cages.
Of wormholes
And hyperboles,
Of mispronunciation
Of sci-fi,
And of grammar,
And of fun-facts by the dozen
Of kites
And cars,
Kaleidoscopes,
Look at you
I could dry children’s tears with your honey hair,
With your peach lips plant poppies in soft fields,
Lay clouds and oceans in your transcendent eyes.
And seek solace in the blush in your skin.
Society tells you to be yourself and love who you are,
Then judges you based on what you show him.
Skinny is beautiful and desirable,
But how dare you be anorexic or bulimic.
I stand here before you with a smile on my face
trying to determine my place in this race for success.
What would you say if the enemy was in every home
she lurks in every corner, in every magazine
she lives on screens and on every billboard
What would you say if this enemy Miss. Perfect
was in your head
the warm white tide
Your footsteps in the sand,
They’re only temporary,
Soon to fill with seawater,
Flushed orange with the last
Lost rays of shimmering daylight.
So much beauty everywhere
It is winter melting into spring
The cars, bikes, and trains
Make music outside my city window
It is gray now
Fluctuating between waves of warmth
And bitter, biting cold
The
moon has
illuminated the cataclysmic nights
of my existence- but what joy
to embrace
The silence of your voice
speaks volumes of pain.
The butterflies in my stomach
have flown to such great heights.
You are precious china.
I watch as the bird flaps her wingsPropelling herself accross a distanceShe lands on a flower, delicate and whiteBreathing in the aroma, relishing the chanceThe dove, she flies around again
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I remind myself each day.
Of course, not everyone thinks of beauty the same.
We can never be good enough for society
So long as we’re not perfect.
Because perfection is beauty –
Or so the world claims.
But what the world fails to see is the beauty of imperfection.
5 am in June
There is something romantic
About 5 am
In June
The night is not over
But it is not quite
Day
The sun
Is trying to wake up
As the birds
Use your intuition, your divine knowledge, and allow love to propagate through every single substituent atom in your body.
Brown.
The color of warmth.
The soul of the earth
Beautifully brown, with
Black lashes.
One white smile
I am gone.
I am lost, I never want
To be found.
5'3 and 140 pounds.
Doctor says there's risk,
could become overweight.
Better work out soon, tisk tisk.
5'3 and 130 pounds.
Parents praise showers her,
With inspired faces and dedication
I watched from afar, the world pass by, I stay in my santuary, my safe haven, my books as my reality, it makes this looklike a dream, I view it as a story, one to yet be finished, thisdream is my favorite, one with lots of twists, it has days and
A smiling face
Being like a beacon
From the crowd
Tired eyes and sad looks
Dominate the room
Gloomy looks dull the area
A smile. A smile!
Shining like polished gold
Everyone wants to be a gem,
They yearn to become
Their ideal cut.
Diamonds, rubies,
Emeralds, opals,
All beautiful gems.
Most of us aren’t born gems,
Some have to be shaved,
When I was born, my mother gave me a pearl
It was flawless and shiny and beautiful and mine
When I feel their stares,
I know that I am beautiful.
When they compliment me,
I know that I am beautiful.
If he ignores me, how am I to know
That I am beautiful
If you love me,
Everyday I ride the bus
I sit behind a petite blonde girl
Her freshly straightened hair glistens in the sunlight through tinted windows
And her perfume is breath taking, some sort of magical peach aroma
You ask what I would change about things in my life, today. Why does the world listen to the media and accept what they say? Why doesn’t internal beauty matter to us more than external looks?
My girlfriends and I were in the gym.I lifted five pound dumbbells. They went on the most intense machinesat the highest speeds.Sweat poured out of their pores
The plants wither and die when winter rolls around,all their nutrients and beauty belong again to the ground.Are people like this too, perhaps?Who once stood tall and bold and beautiful,
By: Anyssa Q. E.
The cycle goes round,
like the Earth round the Sun,
and stars round the center,
of the galaxy spun,
The wind and the time,
work hand in hand;force,
Don't tell me I am beautiful,
Tell me I am too skinny,
when in my head I feel too fat,
Call me an ugly, unproportionate, piece of crap,
with my face in my hands buried in my lap,
Shielded By My Winged Love
When days fall down
Your knees cry
Your arms weigh you down
Let me hold you
My love is deep for ever and everMy love is real can survive any weatherMy love is pure something so smoothMy love is nuturing some what like foodMy Love is loyal
At a young age your judged by your slicked hair, curly hair or nappy hair. You get picked on by how dark you are, skinny you are and how pretty every one thinks you are.
Women and men are taught
from the time of babes
to rate a woman's beauty on the size of her dress
a man on the size of his bicep
to discount a girl on the length of her skirt
The "L" in life I abbreviate as living. You may character living as oxygen and movement. I character living as a timeline for improvement. Living is not a choice, nor a demand. Living is a given gift from the most powerful hands.
She, she knows all of what love is not. It comes to her like a foreign language nobody has ever cared to teach her.
If I could change one thing, it’d be this tall, intimidating fence.
I’d tear it down and frolic away deliriously into the world that’s been waiting for me.
Looking at all this beauty in the world,
how can one say that there wasn't a Creator?
The way the animals interact,
The beauty with which the leaves change,
the snow falls, or the sun shines.
All that matters Is a pretty face
A plastic society’s vulgar taste
Starve yourself till you are thin
Repeat this process over again
please beware
the end is near
when it gets here
i expect you to care
if you do
then head my advice
if you dont
youve been warned
for when we reach
the end the rope
Barefeet running through green grass
Hair wiping to and fro gently in the breeze
Sunshine reflecting off eyes colored brass
Loving the wispers of the seas
She sounds goregous, free and alive
When I first learned that no one could ever love me more than mea world of happiness previously unseen was discoveredbecause somewhere along the line of aging and scrutiny and timeI was taught to despise myself
Oh My Gosh, I Hate Myself!
I am hideously atrocious.
Why can’t I look like her?
She is gorgeous; a size zero; tall; model-like.
Everyone adores her.
Why can’t I look like her?
Beauty, it was never meant to have a definition.
Beauty was meant to be looked at with fascination.
If you think beauty is more than the surface of your skin.
Then you have started at a good place to begin.
I examined the curve of my eyes and the shape of my face.
I said "I am not beautiful?"
The words came out like a question because I wasn't sure if it was true.
With power, comes control.
With power, comes anger.
With power, comes lack of integrity.
With power, comes control.
With power, comes anger.
With power, comes lack of integrity.
The fact that you're beautiful
Doesn't depend on how thin you are,
How confident you feel,
Or how clear your skin is.
The fact that you're beautiful
Feeling good, oh so perfect Maybe the pain was really worth itPassing through my depression Set aside my aggression Although it returns so abruptly It passes by, I don't stay stuck B
Everyone wants me to change
never pleased
this or that
as long as I'm not me
Whether it's my hair
or my grades
my weight
or my face
Everyone wants me to change
But I won't
Look at meSilky, milky whiteBlackRedYellowIt doesn’t matterBecause I have skin that I enjoyAnd that you enjoyAnd beneath that skinI have so much to offer
Any time
Any place
I hear music
Beneath the surface
My brains jingle with
Fast and Furious clips
Flashbacks of my life
Triggering happiness, sadness
By lyrics or tempo
Green sprouts from the earth
A new living creature's birth
In the optimistic breezy day
The hours run away
Popping then dancing in the breeze
That is the way of nature's ease
There are moments where we might wonder about our after-life,
As we may see some of our experiences of life fly by.
Everything is so detailed to have a simple end.
Just look at the night sky and how it extends.
Much deeper than flesh
Being myself is complex
Everyday improving my thought process
Life only gives one promise
Can’t tell you where I’m going based off places that I’ve been
Beautiful people everywhere,
I'm not one of them!
I'm not one of them!
Beautiful people everywhere,
As far as the eye can see.
And none of them look like me
The tattoos on my body are words.
Read me like a novel, my body tells the story.
Graze your fingers over the text, you'll see what will come next.
The tattoo on my body signifies loyalty.
Take off your glasses, the world is a blur.
People messed up, clothes on backwards,
life is an abstract art-
hard to decipher.
Stand on your head, everything is flipped.
Potential.
A simple word that overwhelmingly carries the weight of Life.
A simple word that was repeated in my head, yet I did not understand what it meant.
I did not see what it meant.
Call me insane, but I'm trapped.
In the confines of my house this time, not my mind.
Maybe both.
"Because you're a girl", replays like a broken cassette tape.
Just bear it. Just breathe.
Wait.
'Where are you?', is what he called. The sweet childs sing-song voice called over the cloud of darkness. 'Where are you?', he calls again...giggling shortly after.
The sun serves you,
And offers a piece of its shame.
The sea is enslaved,
And sacrifices it's wonder in your name.
The sky is your thrall,
My eyes, with their amber hue,
Will flash back when my time is due.
They don't care for the object of the mind's worries;
Instead, for the loving look from my father,
Who am I?I don't have a full comprehension Yet,But living this long,And becoming this strong,From the hardships I've faced,The sorrows I've embraced,
Wild horses just run free
Nothing to stop them, just run with the breeze
They can believe in anything the world is theirs
She gaze into the mirror for a quick inspection,
Her analyzing eyes flits up and down.
I wonder what she sees in that superficial glass,
There's no such thing as a happy ending.
Either you're hurt or you're dead.
You think you'll always have people there,
But were the hell is a friend?
Together, we can break every chain holding us back.
This black on black crime will one day end.
As I look into your eye
I see a refection of me
and I see a dark pupil
and I see a dark brown rim
this is all obvious
but beyond that I see the beauty in what I call mine
Having a heart of stone is considered an insult,
But what about having a heart of concrete?
Cold, gray, hard, rough concrete.
But what is that concrete were covered in art?
In Front of the camera she is the world’s beauty, But in front of the mirror she is her own enemy. Her make-up covers her flaws, Moreover, her appearance is a part of her moral laws.
We've been told from a young age
How beauty is and ought be defined
From a young age I have felt resigned
Feelings of innadaquacy I could not assuage
Actors, makeup, body type, it's all staged
welcome to the world, darling. here's a list of expectations:you must turn yourself into the perfect temptation.the general population is counting on you,they'll be watching and judging everything that you do.
There is beauty in spring,
As life begins again.
There is beauy in summer,
As life lives happy and strong.
There is beauty in fall,
As life bows to death.
But the most beautiful of all is winter,
Each poem read has un written story
Each line written is apart of the history of the writer.
In order to write one must feel
and in order to feel one must suffer.
Suffering is what hurts the most
What gets me inspired? Damn, I don't really know
guess this prompt has been really eye-opening though.
I'm just sitting here with some writer's block,
if I can make this poem creative I'll be in shock.
pink lips
pink hair
cartwheels
i dont care.
sunglasses
wineglasses
kisses on the run.
short skirts
outskirts
i hate everyone.
Hello beautiful,I'll write you letters in blood.Intestines and organs.I'll play you songs on a single stringAnd sourly sing along.I'll make a book of ideas.Then never show them off.Hello beautiful,
Smooth Skin resembles the dark of the night
Do you inhale my beauty?
Skin dark and sweet mixed in with putrid smell of public hate
Do you despise my beauty?
I am guilt. The imperfect feeling caused by my imperfect mind
Because my humanity will always be evidence of my flaws as I evolve through time
Ultimately, you and I
Looking in the mirror
Hoping to see clearer.
All I see is bad,
It's making me mad.
I have to put on makeup,
Right when I wakeup.
Im trying to reach perfection
We never really knew what it meantto be beautifulbecause they never showed ushow we were beautifulThey always told you could do your hair bettersmile biggernicer clotheschange change change
How can you look at me and say
that I,
snow that comes on a Christmas Eve, sweeping with the wind's influence,
have more power, more beauty, more right to be on this earth
He looks at me
And sees my love that is asleep.
Through the iron cast bars-
Of his baby's mansion .
He looks at me
like I am ripe fruit.
And I think that's fine by me.
Annie is a good girl
A real gem among us rocks
Practically a pearl
Aged with all the grace in the world
Every piece of hair a perfect curl
She's a genuine among us fakes
I woke up today with tears in my eyes.
Walked down the hall, Mom asked what was wrong; I couldn't lie..
Mom held me close and whispered in my ear
Words that still ring, loud and clear:
I was 13.
Looking in the mirror,
It never dawned to me why,
Why the window between my teeth,
The disproportionate nose,
The “five-head”,
Too sufficient for just a bang,
Not brown
I’m an abomination to this domestication society creates in women everyday
I create my own flow to my own voice in ways that create mini earthquakes
What is beauty?
A number on the scale
The size of your jeans
A smile on your face
Or something in between?
I see beauty in pain
The dark and the light
When I look in the mirror
What do I see?
I see my future, past and present
I can see the pain of the girl who was a loser
The girl that was picked last to be on teams
She is marvelous.
Her dark coat glistens with love, shimmers with brilliance.
Her eyes, dark with wonder, are brightened through learning.
And she moves.
It is as if her legs know no limits.
A boy
So full of arrogance
Wanting only to destroy,
Killing as if it were a dance
Another boy,
Oh so different
With a mind of tricks and ploy
His destiny is not what it was meant
Others may just see a girl, beautiful and pure,
But the moments when I look at you, I see so much more.
For instance, I see shining stars dancing in your eyes,
Though if I called them beautiful, they'd simply roll on by.
everyone, listen up, wake up, sit up.Put on your make up.Scratch that, who needs that shit you are pretty enough without it.Not many girls can see that today, instead they are pasting urban decay
Oh beautiful Mother,
with limbs branched outward,
rustling the voice
of your brother the wind.
The struggles of everyday life are endlessKeeping up with everything can be arduousI'm really trying to keep up with all of thisAll you can do is smile and pretend to be famous
Beauty is not an idea tossed around gently.
Beaty is thrown around like a football,
Sometimes trampled on or throw in the air.
To some, the football has no meaing.
To several, it has an abundance of meanings.
stared at her
The girl I loved
And she stared back
As tears glistened
In her deep brown
Glossy eyes
She took my hand
With hers
She took my hand
Royal blue
Ribbon laced braids, swathed about her crown like graceful
Reeds sway about a peaceful lake. The beauty
Often mistaken for a fallen angelic force, though her personality proves
Outgoing,
Radiant skin, face so smooth
Pride in her walk, swag in her groove
Who’s that lady?
That makes hearts flutter
Can’t speak her name
Without a stutter
Her brown sugar eyes
They have a surprise
i can't think
But i can hear music.
It penetrates my soul.
Symphonies rise,
Beethoven listens
to my
jumbled
shattered
broken
brain.
Sometimes
With my ukulele guiding me down the pathway to good vibes.
With the breeze in my hair giving me a feeling of pure comfort.
With the sun on my face enveloping me in its transient warmth.
"You are not beautiful"
I tell myself this in the mirror.
And I smile. A true smile. My smile.
A wonderful smile.
Because I am no longer beautiful
A question that I often wonder
Fills my mind while the quiet world sleeps.
It seems to pull my sanity asunder,
And the better part of my brain it always reaps.
I feel the sun's warm rays kissing my skinThe soft breeze caressing meColors swirl and dance aboutSoft yellows blend with deep greensOcean blue becomes soft jasmine
she ran through the woods with the leaves catching on her heels
damp wet earth clinging to the soles of her feet
her hands the branches each strand of wood saying hello to her calloused palms
Youth.
Innocent, playful, potential victim.
Seeing the real world first hand, scared.
When you look in the mirror what do you see?
I see brown eyes that tell a story,
A story that speaks all on its own,
A story that is not very well-known,
My reflection is a face with countless flaws,
I'm sitting and I'm waiting
I'm just waiting
and there are people around me
whispering amongst themselves
as if everything is okay.
I cannot figure out
why they are here
There is a certain lullaby
that floats through the air in spring
with its bright, vibrant colors
and cool, gentle bliss
the lullaby is the song
that Mother Nature sings
in her warm, breathy way
Being pretty has been a curse,
Kids judge me for the worse.
Are they jealous
or insecure?
says the doctor,
there is no cure!
I am kind, loving and sweet,
"My, my, aren't you a cute darling!"I show my crooked teeth in a grin;it catalyzes a chain reaction in the crowd.Everyone seems to say the same thing,and nobody suspects how I don't believe them.
She's in no condition to be marketing youth,
beautiful as she may be.
Age has caught up to this queen,
and it seeps through her
meticulously touched up image.
I belive in angles, in love at first sight.
I belive in dreams and nightmares.
I belive that giving up is the easy way that's why we must never give up.
I belive in God, he's the only one who loves us more than anything.
The elegance dripped from her body onto her toes, as if someone had taken and lifted her above and beyond my world.
Had draped beauty over her soft spoken words and slowly released all her pain until there was no more.
Standing on a cliff
nothing could miss
I look to the gound
at the people with no sound
My hair blown from my face
cold wind and salt I taste
I watch the ocean tide
Long hair, short hair, curly, straight, unmanageable.
Wide thighs, small waist, size 10 skinny jeans.
Shirts with extra stretch,
make sure they fit over your chest.
Extra small for your 32A breast.
My study of Economics may be micro
Yet my love for you continues to grow.
I know it's wrong, I've watched the news.
This doesn't keep my heart swelling for you.
I love your class
and also your...smile.
I live in the same place I was born.
A small circle of protection,
preserved on every side by a cliff or mountain.
It’s a mystifying place,
If my heart had legs and feetIt would have run away.Projecting from my chest on beat-A simple, deft display.
Indian Princess
is the same as American Princess
What is American?
North America
South America
No one controls where they are born
As she paints on minerals, some call beauty
the reflection transforms
flaws erase as beauty is painted on
the tinted liquid that fills your jar isn't beauty
the smile you give when that chuckle is released
I used to be
So beautiful
And now whenever I look
My face is all crinkled up
And soggy beyond repair
And my heart feels
So
Heavy
Perspiration slowly drips onto face, the butterflies season exceeded in the interior, The brain playing drums with the heart, teeth stabs the tongue-
The walls just keep crumbling...
Into the sea in which I keep fumbling
As I looked upon the water something I wasn't able to see
A reflection of my world and the reflection of me
Numbers and sizes
do not
can not define you.
They could never show a beautiful
heart, soul, or mind.
Stretch marks, acne, or birthmarks
can’t show
the type of person you are.
I developed a smoker’s cough in the last month or so
I try to make it cute by smiling a little apologetically
I just want to kiss your nice full lips
caress your dimpled cheeks
stroke your curly locks
stare into your deep blue eyes
admire your tall phyique
hold your strong hands
People of different ages, genders, and identities stare into their reflections;
Theres a reflection,
one you cant stand,
when people see you all they can say is
ugly, fat, waste, liar,fake
but they are wrong,
put down the razor,
Can you not see your beauty?
So this is me
Shoegazing
Always
An epiphany
And your garage rock sound
Does nothing to stir me
I just sit back
Watching the flow
Smooth over my edges
In its essence we are teased
Failing to see that which our ears detect
But even so, we are pleased
The human mind holds no defect
That with such synchrony
And all harmony
We can dimly see that
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Its come to a point where i dont write poems for myself anymore
But instead i write poems so i can hang onto what we used to be
Im hoping one day you happen to stumble across one and maybe itll take you back
The buzz of the bass and the beat of the drum kept the crowd alive,
Kids push and pull and scream and love and hate all at once,
If I could be anywhere in the world,
I would choose here in a heartbeat.
The one called first is slowly fading
I'm far too busy but she's patiently waiting
So caught up in future present moments
But "Making it happen" was my main component
Only so many sorry's until trust combust
If I could tell you what was going through my head I would,
The issue is not only my humiliation for telling you
but for you percieving me differently.
I would tell you this deep dark fear of mine,
You’re hot
You’re charming,
You got looks like no other;
Everyone can see that.
Your smile melts ice
Your eyes captivate all,
You got looks like no other;
Everyone can see that.
Seeing past the face, you put on like you have to be ashamed of 'you' . . . .Can't you see you're beautiful
Crowning someone for how they appear in a swimsuit is what's wrong with females in society.
We women are constantly feeling judged for our bodies.
Beauty pageants are the epitome of a female nightmare.
I am convinced thatThese are the days
i will remember lookingback and forth
between glass,asking
what does TruthFeel like?
Pounds of product
upon fresh faces
unnatural colors
smudged on skin
the distorted views--
we howl in strange beauty
Walking through the streets I wonder what comes nextI've been following this road for far too longpassing by hurting people as if they were enemies or strangerswhen they'd never done me any harm
I envy those with wings
The ones who know the beauty of a sunrise
The ones who see the clouds spread out across the sky
Like the sand of the ocean floor
I envy those with wings
For they can see the sky
How come when a white looking Hispanic man kills a black boy it's all over the news,
When,
African American is killing African American.
Sometimes they are boys,
Six and seven!
Music is what gets us high school students through the day. Pretty much everyone has earbuds in their ears and the music cranked up. Teachers think were anti-social, but that's not the case.
Everyone has flaws that are hard to see passed.
But everyone has flaws that are perfect to your perfect match.
Your flaws are perfect for a heart that is meant to love you,
for who you are.
You looked at me and said,
“I hate my eyes that are dull and brown.
They are not blue and pretty,
They are sad and make me frown.”
I looked into those deep brown eyes,
ain't you tired of looking at the ground when you connect eyes with shadows?
finding and searching for answers,
reasons why this is happening to me?
ain't you tired of leaving messy trails on the bathroom floor?
One of the most beautiful of things
The Morning
crisp
still
and allowing
Never in the day
are we granted a clear slate
like the slate delivered to our minds
There is beauty in this world
Even when some may not see it.
There is beauty in this world;
Every person is a puzzle piece fit.
The sun wakes the world
With the touch of its kiss.
Smile.
Most of you may think it is impossible,
Irrelevant and insignificant.
Laughter and joy is what comes next,
Eternal peace if you just Smile.
As I drive to my grandma's houseBy myself for the first timeI breathe in slowly as to notBreathe too much car exhaust.
There's beauty in the simple things
How the sun kisses the water,
the way the morning bird sings
Oh yes, there's beauty in the simple things
A girl taking her hair down
after a long day,
Stars, starsCome aliveI need your guidence in the sky.Stars, starsCome aliveI need your help through this thick unknown.Stars, starsCome aliveAnd guide me with your light
During the dayYou're so bright,Through the shining sun.During the night, you're so dark,With the moon shining on your back.Weather expresses your emotions,Rain, sadness, snowy; madness,
I am a rat. Not the mischievous, dirty creature that makes people shriek in horror when they come across one.
To be stripped from all that we hide behind.
Looking in the mirror now, you cannot lie
To yourself; to the world
Exposed.
This is who you are, behind society's camoflauge.
Behind the make-up gauze,
We paint ourselves
Every morning just past dusk
Brushes aroused from their shelves
Spritzing florals and musk
Cheeks dusted to look like roses
Noses powdered to a matte
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One can not compare, the beauty in her stare, or when she ponders, deep in wonder, do I look, for God is the penman, and she the book, from a seed planted by nature, and love it's nurture, does she grow, into a woman whose grace glitters like snow
Long hours and longer days,
Time to get off, time to go.
Will stop by, just to say hello.
Walking through the doors,
I am engulfed by the light in your smile.
Brought to peace by your emerald eyes.
Beautiful is not something I call myself
it is something that I constantly strive to be.
I am living in my own version of hell
today I just want to be me.
Society tells me that it is ugly to be fat,
I see nothing
Nothing but her
I just stare
And she’s beautiful
Her soft eyes stare cautiously
And her hair falls
It’s always falling
Soft skin
Pure- not a flaw
I look everyday on TV and see
I cannot relate
To these pageants queens who exemplify the "perfect" mate
And I question my beauty
My worth
And I wonder what can I change?
I try to believe them when they say,
"Every girl is beautiful."
When I look at any TV screen
all I see is girls who look nothing like me.
Girls with makeup caked faces
and hair done to perfection.
Blissful weights on fluttering lashes,
soothing kisses of wonderlands untold,
where the rules of the world crumble to ashes
and the most sacred of treasures you too can hold.
Gently slipping into enveloping black,
I want my baby to grow up knowing that all people are beautiful.
That the girls on the movie screens are figments of the mind
of an evil mind saying, "This is what you should be.
This is what you should strive to become."
Voice…what is it?
Why is it that there are so many types?Some have voices…like the Mona Lisaand others have it as the crushedpaper you find in wastebaskets.
The only beauty seen
Is on the outside
In highschools around the world
This creates drama and insecurity
It is faithfully unannounced and
Even though we know that
Beauty comes from the inside
My eyes are the most beautiful
when I am crying.
I’ve always admired the irony in that.
At my lowest point, my eyes contrast the misery flamed inside me.
You tell me I'm pretty much perfect
That any time you spend with me is worth it
That I'm different from all the ones before
That I'm the only one you could adore
That my nose is a little long
She used to be so soft spokenNow she puts up a front acting all toughRaged because she feels usedAnd the world owes her something for leading her too be fooled and pulled into the reality of the true ending of a fairy tale
The rose bush stands, no limit of bases,
The variety of color brings variety of faces.
The eye for sunlight is always in search,
Whether under a tall willow, or the border of a church.
Nothing is prettier than the 7 o'clock sunset hitting your faceBecause it illuminates exactly like your heart doesWhen you're telling me I remind you of the sea and your fingers trace
I hope you know
I can't sleep in my bed anymore
You took my room away from me
Along with my virginity
All I see is the outline of your face
On my pillows
But I guess,
The nightly winds howl
as I lie in bed, awake.
I can hear the frogs.
As their endless croaks
get louder and louder, I
become more restless.
As I turn back and
Its sad when the world today
lets history cloud its judgement.
When Americans who saw the double flames continue to burn
and their hearts to flambe. In the sixties, we were willing to crown a goat Miss America,
You are an object of beauty
A brilliant diamond
A well made female in a world of women
Created by the Messiah covered by critics
Irresistible, sweet, bold but
Lost in darkness, anxiety, addiction, vogue
In a place for me to call my own
A stationary mass moves through.
Quickly rotating without knowledge;
I stay still.
I used to wake up with a smile,Every day was beautiful.I was 10.
But slowly.. Slowly..I let people drain away my smile.Slowly.. Slowly..I woke up annoyed,Irritated,Angry.
Do not let them cage you.
You are strong
and smart
and beautiful.
Cages are for animals.
You are not an animal.
Do not let them put you in a box.
You are loving
and brave
You want to know why girls are such bitches?
because we were never taught to love ourselves.
We are constantly being told that we are too fat, or we should be good at sports, we wear too much makeup, or we don't wear enough
Who is this girl walking through the mist?
The mist of notes and song?
I thought I knew myself so well,
But this girl is something new.
A part of myself that I never knew existed,
The Gothic beauties that engulf my mind
Create a sensation within my soul--
Such is the feeling of flying far East.
Elongated and sinister is the
Very architecture of His people.
I see only images and movies
I think about you all day longAnd how you smile and sang that beautiful songYou saw it all didn't youYou knew they would fall apart like an old shoe
The apathetic deal with their emotions by not touching them.
Thoughts, what thoughts?
They turn feeling into physicality
Some say its a brute, primal way.
But it's genius,
Brilliant,
The subtle disease
Of creeping intelligence
Is the glorified undoing
Of a wondering mind.
Up rises the curiosity
With every take
Every hit
As the power to control
Dominates the eyes.
The sun and a flower met oneday
admiring one another's beauty
and they loved each other, oh so much
that they were the other one's, truely
"Ive lost my way!" the sun proclaimed
The day my world turned aroundMy heart started to make a different soundNot of it beating in rythmBut more of a sound of a perfect hymn
As the sunset hits the hills
It almost seems the world stands still
That’s what happens to me
When I see your great beauty
I have to thank God you see
For the beauty he put in front of me
The Beauty of Color
I stand in the mirror and look at my face
Wondering why this dark shade of brown continues to exist as a disgrace.
Each time I peered down the rabbit hole
I got a glimpse of a forgotten world
It’s dreamt about, but no one ever dares to go there
I wasn’t any better
Just an audience, a speculator from bird’s eye view
Flowers are the diamonds of nature.
They blossom and bloom
like little turtles emerging from their shells.
The dewdrops are like jewels,
glistening glamourously in the sun.
Never have two words uttered hurt me more
Than when I heard them say, "bless you"
Words that held me more than I deserved
Whispering in my ear with spurn and commune
Mirrors, ©2013
sometimes
I get a glimpse in a shard of glass
a corner of sight as I walk past
hello, girl, I can see
how someone might be attracted to you.
sometimes
Diverse
Different
Special
Unique
These are traits
that determine
real beauty.
Smart
Intelligent
Strong
Caring
Empathetic
These are traits
that make a
Endless endeavor
To regain strength and hope
I might expire
Beauty is trying
And I would rather not look
I try to survive
Through blind eyes I see
How to love and live- though
We constantly hide our faces, like the luminous sun shieldsbehind the colossal dusky clouds.
Gray, rainy day
Though the sun shines outside
Ain’t no thing to study.
Racketous roar ripping through my silence,
Her pale face, rigid as stone
Flattening my smile,
And my fear-widened eyes,
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Chaos, disorder, and darkness, beyond
lies a great expanse of wilder and here
there is naught a trace of clearness or form
BeautyIs a curse on
The world. It
IsThe thing that everyone wants.
No one looks at what is
In
Easy breezy beautiful,
but they don't teach you to beYOUtiful,
they flaunt girls wearing lipstick made of fishscales and oil,
they put you to the test
to find which mask fits you best,
Transparent sapphire walls
and white cotton balls,
wind that blows
to the trees low,
the fiery balls light
reminiscent of the Maker's might.
Oh glorious day,
I do say.
There is beauty in the night,Though it's not often seen.Such a peaceful sight,But stars seen through a screen.
today the secrets outyou are beautifulthat you would ever think otherwise is a crimeyou are beautifula flower no matter the colorno matter the shapeno matter the sizeit is beautiful
A rose is a delicate being. It foils at the touch of one finger. It has a radiant screening. It makes one want to linger. Is love like a rose? Should it be touched or messed upon? Love is on the tip of one's nose.
America is supposed to be one nation, the land of the free
the melting pot that allows for all walks of people and diversity
We grow up taught that each citizen has the right to life & liberty
along with
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Ooo, it's eating you up from the inside, isn't it?
Ooo, the stress is building up. An explosion. An eruption.
All the lights shine on a pretty face,
suddenly you are the center of the Universe.
You are god.
"You are so pretty for a black girl!"
It's like a compliment and insult all in one.
I must have misunderstood,
But I thought beauty was plainly... beauty.
Accept me for my coily hair.
we scratch
we wax
we dye
we mask
we pluck
we cut
we tear
we fuck
we rip
we itch
we cake
we flinch
we prod and draw
we poke and choke
The aesthetic beauty of the mind to behold.
Not one can abate my hunger, my disease,
I've come upon these thoughts to ponder,
The substantial blank you bring appease.
To whom to which the eyes behold,
The Jerusalem in my mind
Is like the land of a dream
The old city
Full of mystery
History
And beauty
The Jerusalem in my mind
Is a city in the clouds
I think our brains are hardwired to appreciate sounds that are aesthetically pleasing.Like a kiss, for your ears.Music fills our silences, and embodies our ideals.
To Sarah,
The waters of the stream
That roar in anguish
And splash silently against the green,
The beautiful green sides and
Relinquish;
The beautiful green
Is only lit
By the absence
The sweet breath of a sleeping child
Tiny fingers curled
Little nails in crescent moons
The soft song of a mother's lullaby
As she rocks her reason to live.
A father's helping hand
What is your Ethnic makeup?
Is it the redness of your lips that speak the words of roots and origin?
Or is it the way your eyelashes curl, accenting your eyes to understand the accents of your homeland?
I do not like that.
The weird place.
The odd shape.
The abnormality.
I do not like much.
Not what I see.
Not how I see it.
Not much at all.
"But this is okay."
They point out.
This predictable feeling of old,
The one of countless tales told,
Has become an object of the norm,
That word surrounded with storm,
I had predicted to feel detached from me,
It is common knowledge that Princesses are associated with towers,
Waiting, sighing, crying, whining, pining away for men with flowers,
And shining knights to come and fight the awful dragons of their past,
I consider myself a poem thief.
Not in the sense that I take credit
for the words that I copy down,
but because of the fact that I hide them,
bury them in the spines of my notebook
We fall like the leaves of Autumn,
helplessly to the floor.
We follow the wind,
looking for a better core.
We let the wind guide us
to see what's in store.
Yet we act like we know what we're doing,
The sun smiles down on us, and nature laughs away,
As all these new guests rise to see the beauty of the day.
The wind is blowing, leaves are flying, you think it's such a sight,
My mom calls me perceptive
because I’m good at finding the cracks in the plaster
but in the end I’m no faster
when it comes to determining the truth
in every façade.
What I mean to say is I’m a lot like you
I am ugly.
And I know that I am.
But I have a want,
a need,
a desire
a desperation for love and beauty.
I hide behind the jagged rocks
Sitting on a hill of crisp lion brown grass, while the sun beats down rays of light and warmth on my back, I take a break from my school work to admire the world around me. Leaves rain down from a tall, thick, sturdy tree.
People are unpredictable.
If you think they are who they say they are, then you're wrong from the start.
You can only know somebody, if you truly know their heart.
But how will you know that if they cover up their scars,
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" that's what they all say.
Yet, we look in a mirror everyday looking for ways to be more beautiful.
In our society people judge you based on what they see trending on TV, the big screen,
7...8...9... It's been 9 days since your hand slipped through my finger tips. 9 days since I've last felt the bliss of your warm embrace. 9 days of thinking of time edged in moments that we solemnly spent together.
They stare as if I'm some sort of monster,
As I walk insecure and somber.
No man dare look twice at me,
For I am the rancid beast.
The flower in the vase By the window sillGave us air to breathe as it grewBeauty to look at in all timeTaken advantage of It was pickedAnd there it sits in the windowWilting slowlyBut sooner than it shouldI weep for that beautyAs it was ta
It's an electric impulse
That makes you turn down the road
Which had been unknown to you before
9 watts made you think
Different is new
New is better
But if you had known
Willingly time is not ending, Separated are the hallow gaps of evergreen trees, A thin line of mutual grace, at the face of an abandoned cliff. Stands the breath of a lone wolf, calling to the premature night sky,
It is like the biting into the core
of a cold,chilled lemon, the realization
leaving its memory to taste like a deep, salty, sore.
It holds and grabs, a needle piercing deeply against
your skin, my skin
He’d always wondered where she kept
her wings. And he questioned where she hid
her horns. He could never find feathers on her
boney, bare back and he couldn’t feel spikes
No Makeup do you need
You’re Beautiful without
That make up.
That dot upon your face is what makes
You.
No makeup you need
Your beautiful without
The powder.
To me you’re a desire.
I see you,
It clouds your mind,
and you try to hide,
what is inside.
Attached to it,
Can't let go,
Refuse the help,
The need has grown.
You look at them,
True Beauty is distant and rare
Wars are fought and battles lost
Beauty of a woman was the just the cost
You have stumbled upon this sight
When the earth shakes yet standing still
All my life I was taught what I thought was right and wrong.
All my life I dressed for church and knelt before the Lord my God.
All my life I sinned and hurt and all my life I lied.
Opening quote by: David Levesque.
"You know you're in love when you see the world in her eyes, and her eyes everywhere in the world."
If there were ever such a perfect thing, you would be the key.
mommy,
today at scool
some kid sad that yu were ugly
becuz yu hav scars on yur arms.
Dont worry mommy
i told him that he waz wrong.
yu r butiful.
daddy saz that those scarz meen yu r brave
Why do I choose to speak my mind through the written word?
Well,
You could just as easily ask
Why do you breathe?
I write because my pain,
My humor,
My anger,
And my rapture
Poetry is a lense
To allow you to view
Life with more clarity,
To either filter out all that is bad
And be left with beauty
Or to confront
Head held high
All that is impure in the world
A waking soul of Western slumber rises
Eastward, from the depths of the nurturing wood,
Tipping over its goblet of honey,
And bathing the wild in glimmered ambience.
With the golden knight’s arrival, comes forth
It comes and goes.
In droves of untamed flows.
Pretty, I feel this could go far...
Our love.
(Written in CInquain Pattern 3)
Pearls--blackly luminescent--fade
Under the burnt midnight oil’s parade.
They burn clear
Onto weakened corneas, thrown
Into sharp relief
Beauty is within ones true self
Beauty is far pass looks and wealth
You stand tall and dont ever doubt yourself
Dont ever try to compare what your beauty should be
Poetry is my oxygen.
It is the sweet sugar that enters my lungs when those cold and lonely nights threaten to scratch at my already bleeding wounds,
Like nobody is watching.
Poetry is my savior.
Poetry is hope
It means you don’t have to be alone
Even when you are
It’s the light breaking through
Darkness swirling, spreading, growing
Poetry is beauty
Wind howled through the trees, making them shake uncontrollably.
The air shot through everyone's skin, it had been cold for so long.
Yet there was an end in sight, the winter weather was gone.
You can only touch half of me,
This half,
This side,
You can touch.
The rest of me
I hide inside protectively,
Guarded,
By a shell I constructed of insecurities.
that bad boy you love so much
hardly anyone you know seems to like him
they don’t seem to understand him
quite like you do.
he’s fun, light, and charming
he’s dark, soulful, and brooding
Take these chains off my wrists,
take them off my ankles.
Take this mask off my face,
take it off right now!
These chains held me back!
That mask held my face,
held my true identity.
Be yourself
Dont let anyone tell you cant be
Express, love and smile
Thats my style
Pink, green, red and blue
Let out all your emotions with color that are inside of you
When you see light breaking through the trees;
When you see hope among the distance leaves;
When you see a smile that never fades;
When you see stars in the darkest shades;
Living in a world surrounded by vanity
I have a rapidly diminishing sanity
To love myself this way, it is complete and utter blasphemy
Somewhere there someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life is worth while, so when you are lonely, just remember its true somebody, somewhere is thinking of you.
Wild yet wonderful creatures that sore in the night
Wise eyes set on prey, white feathers shining bright
Wisdom Wings knows no fear
The world is pitched black, but she can see wonderfully clear
Trying to view yourself
through the lenses of others
leaves you confused.
All you see are blurred images
distorted in their mind's eye.
And that light that you see inside yourself?
I am like the dark.
A vast, intricate enigma.
Everybody can see that I’m there.
Some people choose to embrace me. I do not seek, but lie in wait.
Few people can understand some of me, some of what I hold.
Your call reduces my maturity,
Seduces the majority,
Of men who set foot in your lair,
With your seductive glare,
Your song sings of addicting lust,
Less of a need but a must,
Walk casually along a path
Look lovingly at the rose bushes
And chrysanthemums, radiating with color
A rainbow which never disappears
And rain may never wash away
Nothing like chalk on the sidewalk
My daughter,
I created you perfectly the way you are
Why are you trying to change that?
I made you blonde,
Not brunette,
I gave you blue eyes,
Not green
A voice inside a soulThe emotion, the strength, the hidden confidence That sometimes never releases; or is trapped on paper By the pen that squeezes out the voice onto a sheet ...Then another sheet, another sheet!It becomes journal of dreams we wa
But don’t take too many pictures
Heard they could steal your soul
I was told that they could eat you up whole
Or worst puncture a hole in that sweet little heart
Remember the times I used to call you sweetheart?
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Morning blossoms and kisses the dew
A drink of winter cools my lungs
I feel contentment here with you
I'm fueled by love and run to the sun
When I think,I think in poems–The rambling words in my brainslowly converge into reasonable structuresas thoughts and connections become real.
Poetry is the sun's ray as it greets the earth every morning.
Poetry is the oxygen we breathe as we search for something more.
Poetry is the words on a page that form the universe around us.
A rare beauty awaits before me,
The creature is of no other,
Yet she doesn't see it,
The beauty from her being,
She plays down her gem likeness,
She is like a shinny bright diamond,
your hips could tell stories of lovers past before me.
of the mornings you lay
bare,
alone
in your bed with only the silence surrounding.
I let the ink flow
Freely across the page
Intending to paint but
Feeling an uncotrollable urge
To draw words
To make sense of
A worlds that seems so much
Like a big inkblot test.
Little girls growing up. Limited in their visions.
Little boys growing up. Limited in their prosperity.
Who are we? We the people. We are supposed to be free.
Who are we? We the people. We are meant for simplicity.
I want to sit outside again
in overgrown grass
popping the heads off dandelions
and running away from bees
Dark beauty that hides behind her eyes, no one knows the secrets she holds. The hint of a real smile on her face but everything else is fake. She doesn’t want to feel like she has to try to be confident.
Models are tens, are dressed to the nines,
Sneak away with photographers behind closed blinds.
Silhouettes pinch at the waist,
like the skin on their face, too tight to relax
When words of mouth couldn't explain, I chose a different road. Frustration builds and mountains rise, seems like a heavy load. I went upstairs and stared ahead, Unsure of what to do.
Love is such a simple word, Made of fragile truth, Often just a careless word, Monopolized by youth. As the passion burns within, It's time to take a stand, And add more meaning to the lives, Of every open hand.
We are all just brown paper bags carrying around the mysteries of the world, some may be of sweet delight and others may be as bitter and undesirable as the person that carries it.
The algae, the moss, and the mud.
While they could never understand the chemical reactions going on inside our heads,
They remain ever accepting of our presence.
(poems go here)
Why I write…
I write to get my feeling out
So that when people read my poems
They’ll say,
As a daffodil, she’s rooted downin dirt and defecation, reflecting sunshine only when her branches are severed
Beneath the lonely starsSurrounded by uncomfortable silenceNot knowing where you standTrying to keep your balance
I've known forests:
I've known forests vast as oceans and taller than mountains.
My sould has grown roots like the forest's.
I saw the dark snakes of trunks and long limbs of roots.
The sea shimmers like sunlight on chrome
Loud crashing waves and soft silky sand are my living room
The beach is the place I call home
My home is unlike the old empire of Rome
I suppose I’ll take better care of my nails from now on.
Your’s were always the perfect length
coated in pastel pinks
neatly curved like the edges of your smile.
The true definition of beauty is a definition that can’t be defined.
To describe the beauty of one is rather difficult because everything that holds a purpose, holds a meaning which holds beauty.
Based off of “Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost
Day’s first rise is bright
Her bleakest tinge to light
Her early beams aglow
True beauty showing so slow
Then magic disappears
there is any number of things
which i would like to tell you about –
but i open my mouth to speak
and my butterfly of speech flutters away.
do you see the way the clouds just touch
When I was younger, my favorite poet was Sylvia Plath.
I liked her because I related when she wrote about the weight
of all the lives she wasn't living and her life under the fig tree.
I smile because you asked me to;
Because you took these lips, always upside down,
gave them a tweak and turned them right side around.
Because I’m no longer alone; I have no need to cry.
My Skin as dark as a black berries on a hot summer morning
My beauty glows like a billion stars in the sky
Men look at me with trepidation
The amount confidence I bench press is unbelieveable
I am Beautiful
I am living in a mirror,
I can never measure up.
I am stuck inside this world of reflection,
I can only see myself.
The outside world is very dim, just only a faded picture.
He has brown eyes.
It is the most common color among my kind.
It is difficult to compare that color to something picturesque.
And that is how brown eyes are seen: not-as-beautiful.
I have hazel eyes.
By Chanda Bynum
I see this girl
And she is a girl with straightforward eyes and blank expressions.
The Maker has sculpted curvaceous hips and thighs into her gene pool
Don’t be sad,
But don’t deny that you are
If I could hear the color blue, you'd sound just like it.
I don’t know how to help you but,
I can help you recompose your sound..
Honey,
You’re beautiful
Never Settle for less; your value is too high.
You’re perfection just the way you are.
Don’t mess that up.
Don’t wish to be anybody else
To change the past was your mistake
A broken life you can’t remake
Scars become the lines that you have crossed.
A child’s yearning to be free
Became your own worst enemy.
Desires are a deep thirst
Always there
Water quenches
Dreams are saltwater
Appear to quench
in the end
only worsen
Taking hopes
Twisting them
silence. that's all there was.
emptiness. i open my mouth and no words come out.
screaming. my head wants to burst out all of the thoughts and cries scrambling around.
but there is only silence.
Miss & mR. ROR
He screams her name.
Shuddering, she reluctantly obeys.
He pretends to whisper
Fantasies of fame-
On April 26th, 1990 God blessed the world with a newborn baby girl.
With the love and guidance of her parents, she would develop and bloom into a wise and graceful woman.
Little did she know of the journey that lay before her.
In such a serial back yard, no wind or leaves rustling, an expecting squirrel waits in her nest, being frozen by the cool brisk air.
When a thought is born,
A transformation happens.
It flows through my hands
And onto paper.
What is beauty?
Well if I were to give the simplest definition I’d say you.
What is beauty?
Il est de la plus riche couleurCelle d’une cerise mûreOu peut-être d’une fleurQu’on donnerait à son amoureux.
Living StatueFace, smooth, marbleCold, flawless, deadSilent expression,Makes a confessionWhich is understoodBy no one.
Love is a complicated thing
And many people get it wrong
Once, or twice, or even more.
But once in awhile
A pair gets it right,
They become a couple
What is Beauty?
Is it what your face holds
Or is it skin deep within our soul.
In our society
Being Thin is in
Lighter Skin
and other countless things.
What happens to the other girls
I want to be a cactus.
I want to be rough around
the edges;
To form an armour around
my skin.
To be free from what
Most think that beauty is.
I want to be a cactus.
..This is the savage breakdown of a girl with dreams and aspirations
Devotion to a craft, practice with no HONEST reciprocations.
Enclaves of nothes and I play em all in different keys--- chords,
I AM MUSIC, THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE OF THE SOUL.
MY BEATS MAKE YOU STOMP YOU FEET.
THE BRASS SECTIONS IN MY SALSA MAKES YOUR HIPS MOVE SIDE TO SIDE.
I looked at her
I took a good long, long look at her
At moments she was as pretty as the multi-colored sunset, waving goodbye as it faded it into the ocean
I write simply because Im messy,
I cry and tears land on a white platform,
I yell and sound waves move my pen in type of tango,
I love and my heart beats rhythm into the words I write,
Thing is,
The days she wakes up
With dread for the mirror
And nights crumble away
With never-ending tears.
Because she isn’t-
Because she can’t be-
Because she’ll never be-
She got it going on
Got them chasing her
Yea she flaunt it
Beauty was her name
Yea she get what she want
She don't take no for an answer
Feel my wrath, those who wanna be hatas
Im the ish
To use the antiquated metaphor of a paintbrush
stroking the sky creating brilliant hues, chiaroscuro,
the simplest form of beauty.
The heavens merely blanket the subtle art below.
Three out of four was the turn out.
Growing up in a single parent household,
College Park, Ga 30349 was my hood until my mother found a way out.
Moved us quite a few times, then we hit Henry County.
Poems capture beauty
They describe a living scene
They talk about the real world
Things everyone can see
If you've ever seen a sunset
Splashes of color in the sky
Or gazed upon a rainbow,
Love is so complex
In the way it functions
Believing, not believing
Making your own assumptions.
Takes a toll on your heart
As crazy as it sounds,
Breaking moral piece by piece
One brief moment, a single thread of intimacy
Impermanence but even so,
I saw some semblance of you...the real you
The innermost core as you break your own rule
Never to reveal
Its simple parts cannot ever redress
The mystery that dances across its folds
Cloth and thread, no account for the success
Which strikes plain garment with magic untold
The power it wields to fully impress
I can see it
Far away in the
Distance it waits
And so I run
Run toward what sits
So far away
I don’t stop
Don’t slow down
I keep pushing
Faster and faster
You may not know who I am
But I know who you are.
I see you most of the time.
I play your words in my ear
Over and over till I get sick of it.
You are always on my mind,
I wander throughout the earthSearching for my havenWhere is safety?All that I see is as the firstNothing familiar to my sightConstantly running from the pastForever hauntingHe hunts for my soul
I had zits.
I have zits.
We all do, it just comes with being a teenager. And just like zits, that awful “I’m not beautiful” feeling also comes with being a teenager.
I am a ransomed hypocrite;
The worst of sinners.
A lying murdering, spiteful, adulterer.
I am a Christian and I've done worse things than you.
I am a ransomed hypocrite;
The worst of sinners.
A lying murdering, spiteful, adulterer.
I am a Christian and I've done worse things than you.
God is my everything.
Everything meaning my all, my every consuming thought, my guide, my way.
Where he is I always strive to stay and my relasionship with him grows everyday.
He is my father, my teacher, my bestfriend.
The sky ignites with cumulus miracles.
Stratus embers emerge struck
From a light
Told to be the mighty plight.
Now Ares' fire fights
Armed with dawn colored wares
LOVE;
a feeling that can't be defined.
Nor described.
UNCONDITIONAL Love;
Feelings that can't be set aside.
Feeling like no one understands.
Finding no on to confide
in. LateNighhts.
Staring out at the city lightsI was wasting time, wasting timePhotographing the pieces, I reached new heightsRealizing the old colors never seemed to rhyme
Middle school
Back in the day
Wishing I was someone else
Built another way
Pen and paper
In my hand
Creating a new place
My own land
Being so suprised
Look at society and see the reflection in the mirror isn’t finished.All because you weren't "blessed" to meet the criteria of the "image"-
Straight teeth, long hair, size zero waist, 20/20 vision.
I write because I write.
It’s who I am.
I have loved rhymes and words since I was born.
I am a humble man,
No hero, king or saint.
My purpose is my brush,
My canvas and my paint.
My Dear, I have this gift -
I paint all that I see,
And everything I paint
The life we lack, the pain that we feel, at the end of the day our love was real. I wanted you. And you wanted me. But this life is funny. It said that we could never be. I live here you ive there.
Black suit, hazel eyes
I fell in love with his disguise
Lust or love I can't rely on me, myself, and I
Not all roses are red,
But most violets are blue,
We often get mislead,
By magazines and society rules,
Like how much make-up makes you beautiful,
Or how much you weigh makes you suitable,
What become of the Beauty gone astray?What happens to those who have no time to play?No one sees the Silent agony,and if they could,what would they really see?
She says she strong
Since there’s nothing wrong.
But, I know better than she.
She thinks she higher
But she’s a liar
The stronger one is me.
The one with bruises,
Who always loses
What You Mean to Me
It seems like it started so long ago
You only had a picture to show
Remember when you switched to my class
Walking down a new road, my eyes; a gyroscope. Looking around smiling happily, a good day, I hope. Walking down the same road relishing all that pass, my eyes; a sponge I pray that it will last. Walking on the same road I see a beautiful faw
She is tumbling, cascading, silently spiraling into a tunnel of hopelessness. you are too dark! you're not pretty enough! she desperate for comfort.
36- 24-36
The measurements of perfection
The ideal hourglass figure;
Big boobs, skinny waist, wide hips
I think you’re beautiful in the way of
The sun kissing the horizon
And the way the leaves dance on the trees during autumn
The way innocence is broken amidst lusting lovers
I see the light
It flashes and passes by me
Another day.......another month and year passes
I don't see how life is supposed to be purposeful
When all people do is walk on by
I am now gone
It’s the feeling of the ocean,
when you’re not really there.
It’s an idea, a thought, a notion...
Some clandestine affair.
I.Capture the sea,the swimming wind,the blue and the greena lovely stranger’s eyes, liquidthey seduce, lull, glitter.Breathe gently into greenuntil they are like blueribs upon the water
I watched my motherfrom under water. Therewas a perfume risingoff the morning sea.She sang slow andbreathed it all in.
She watched my heartslowly softening.
I may be bruised,
But I’m not broken
I will not let an ugly past
Ruin a beautiful future
Still I rise
Look at me and tell me
What you see
Not someone that’s going to fail
I will succeed
There is the pain of the heart, that arises when the hope of love becomes unrequited....
There is so much misery, shame, and embarassment that one feels,
I wallow in my room
What looks to be quite mere
Like a rose my mind blooms
And an audience appears
People I would like to meet
And all who I adore
All applauding for me
Behind my closed door
The complexities of chemistry,
seeing Spanish in written form,
music falling into a beautiful structure-
all are engaging but none of them compare
to the beauty found in the English language.
I haten people call me beautiful because it's all a facade because that beauty like everything else will start to fade then their left with the real me and they'll see the beauty they once loved has turned intoa beast.
When I heard that you were sexually assaulted,
I mourned for your childhood.
And perhaps that was not the
best response.
Because you have not died.
You are still very much alive.
I guess I’m just sorry
I look in the mirror, but I don’t see my face,
I see a lot of things that are pretty
out of place.
I gather my tools and I primp and I fashion,
A mask to hide
The flaws I imagined.
Young girl with the porceline skin,
looking like the color of the desert sand.
Black long hair that could steatch and become the night sky.
Lips that are more desireable than riches to any man.
When the sky lies heavy and silver
Upon a pale, jade sea
And the waves rush cold and foamy
Over my toes--the whisper of a song,
An unspoken, sweet loneliness,
Lifts my hair with the salty seabreeze
The rippling grayness of water trickled beneath,Love, tender and sweet, was draw from its sheath.The hearts of two are intertwined as one,As the alluring season of autumn is begun.
Hey there, just writing you a note, a chance to know me better;
Informing you that your potential has not already been achieved.
It’s funny how you don’t notice me but I’m right there at the altar.
I write, To hear the crashing of the stormy sea Against a rocky shore To capture the sound and the power Of nature's majestic, defeaning roar I write, To feel the ecstasy Of moments with loved ones shared To joyful times I give these lines Of ha
My pen to paper is beautiful
As lines turn to curves, and brings beautiful life
To simple words
For me they tell a myriad of stories
From troubling circumstance
To some of glory
Play it as written, that's all.
Just play it exactly as written, just as the composer intended.
Everything is written in the score, just practice what is written, right?
No, that's absurd.
And reckless.
Skin. The reason we're all here. The thing that keeps us together. Please come off. I do not wish to be here much longer. I wish to hover above all of the other hopeless people. Wanting to hear their thoughts.
True beauty is found every place we look, not only just inside a book, though most think that it's equal to lust, we must dig down deeper and dig we must. For the beauty is stored inside ourselves, not only in tales upon high shelves, it is defin
They say,
"The image is perpetual,
undistorted, unlike your mind
What you see is what is there--
what more do you hope to find?"
But, who you are is made of greater things,
I can not die.I can not live.I can not lie.I can not give
My world falls, down a spiral I can not see.
Who's that guy?
Me, I..
The Light of Innocence
In his eyes.
Chaste, and pale.
Like a lily in moonlight.
Sweet caramel,
heated by laughter,
ever gazing,
marveling,
at the Ocean afar; so untamed.
1. Piece of metal
Repeatedly pressed against my skin
Holding my mind for a ransom
I paid in blood and tears.
A cart rolls into the frigid clean room,
the sheet is removed, revealing terrifying tools with innocent names.
I sit back into the chair as it crackles in disappointment.
Ink stains my face, my chest, my stomach,
Why is space so darkif there are so many stars,From depths of eternal nightThirty-seven light years pastUp in the northern skyblue arms reach out from withinleaves of light extending
Our love so great let it be ever Shown
Like salt spread on obsidian black Stone
Our hearts beating in such great Rhapsody
Syncing together in just Harmony
Let the devout reverent choir Sing
Wanting Forever for your warmth to be near, Wanting Forever for your smile to be here to re-live your touch maybe too much, To Re-embrace you to be re-enter by you.
Honey tan skin
Devoid of a single blemish
uninterrupted by imperfection
Soft and smooth
Honey tan skin
wrapped around every limb
Smiling at every passerby
encasing a beautiful soul
(From the touch of an instrument to slowing tempo, the high note, key to key, no beat in the surround sound but in the mind, round and round your mind goes, imgination goes exploring, exposed from the high end note, didn't know how music would be
Taste of water
Stroke of sunshine
blossoming occurs
Petals painted with
vibrant color
growing gradually
Sun guides me
through the day
with a grin
with a sweat
I love the way the grass dances as the wind blows,
The way the trees sway,
And the howl of the wind.
The sky is baby blue with fluffy, scattered white clouds.
A chill creeps up my spine.
Peace washes over me in the hushed forest
Weak winds embrace me
drifting over the ground
Bits and pieces of sunlight
Gazes trhough the trees
giving the forest
a tender alluring glow
Your eyes are like a remedy,
Your soft hands dry my tears.
Your heart is my soul's melody,
it makes me swallow all my fears.
Your embrace is like a dream when I'm asleep,
And then it's clear,
Lost in an abundance of love,
The lover gives the her heart a chance.
It’s been months since their friendship
Has grown they have been together in sickness.
And Each day becomes another diaries page.
(poems go here)
Looking at her
with her Chinchilla fur.
Lady of Guidance and Grace
only to shut you down in your face.
With her arrogant brow
she demands all to take a bow .
Laying upon the sterol sheets
A man of 93,
With hair the color of the clouds,
And eyes that of the sea.
His gaze fixed on the ceiling,
Where it has stayed for days
Going over in his head,
In a concertthere is a moment whenthe words on your lipsare exactly the sameas those of everyone in the room. When your heart is beating in cohesion to the deep bass the band plays-
I'm torn between the two
My heart beats for both of you
I can't decide
I can't make up my mind
Because of the things that bind us
Like words of love, but lust decieves
I’m in love with a thing called loveBut love won't love me backAnd I don't know whyI’ve loved you since the 8th grade loveSo love me backI see her all the timeBut she won't let her love be mines
You are the reason autumn burns red
It bleeds to compete with your brilliance
Leaves fall as offerings when trees bow down
As you walk on by, hair like October’s gown
We all strive to be such a thing,Beautiful.
But we look in the mirror, We study our image,It becomes more flawed, We are eaten alive by our desire, beauty.
the lotus flowerSHOUTS a curious fragrance in the summer.
sailing through cycles,like the ripplingprunes in wet fingers.
the lotus flower,similar to photo-synthesis,must photograph the trip.
She was a pale skinned dark haired Shorty from the ghetto
Latina princess who listened to death metal
With black tee skinny jeans always on her headphones
Walked all alone whenever she would head home
The scent of rain on dry Earth.
Churning like seawater on a stormy day.
Rising from the ground like bluebonnets on a summer evening.
Petrichor is a delight.
Wafting about beneath soft grey skies.
Take my hand...Let me lead...Run me down...Catch my feet...Hide away...I can't stay...Burn the bridge...Dead end street...I'm powerless...Sound defeat...Realizing whats good for me...Let me go, let me run, let me fly, my life has begun.
It would say:
For eyeliner, mascara, blush, and concealer,
All there for girls appeasement
And there magical purpose
Remains to bring about disguise
I was six when mother, golden hair and bright eyes, said
Angels were watching over me
And that I could do anything and I could be anyone
Nothing, no one, would hurt me
Growing up on the south side of Chicago
Michael Jordan a.k.a my only hope for tomorrow
Playing ball and acting all hard
Shooting free throws til' my mama said it was too dark
I had a lot of energy when I was a kid
My face burns red
Fiery, flustered, forgoing.
Nostrils condense, eyes moisten.
“This is Bat Country”
her coy smile appeared to howl at me
as I was lost in the chaos.
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But I say beauty is shown as we get older
Through the wrinkles that line our face
With such a elegance and grace
Our youth begins to fade
Nothing in the world quite pleases the ear,
Like the sweet, mesmeric music that we hear.
The way it leaves the spirit lightened and the soul satisfied,
Or even touches the heart enough to bring tears to the eye.
Take a stroll to my world, to another place
To a new dimension, similar to outer space
Tell me do you smell the taste or maybe taste the smell
Prospects so complex like a microscopic cell
When I was young she was taken from me
She was a second mother, a friend
After she died, I felt the joy she gave me die along with her
This was the spark of my depression that would build up over the years to come
In the dark sky
No one hears her cry
There's no one to call
Her tears continue to fall
Her broken heart
Is a work of art
The hills! all drenched in green and rich with life,
And billowed clouds above, all gold or gathering grey -
Shot through with sunset, or (often) threatening storm -
And birdsong beneath! lilting, lifting, laughing light.
You-
and the significance of that word..
Your sole being, your just standing there..
The everything that makes you..
The nothing you have to do..
to be beautiful.
Look into the mirror
Repeating the abusive words
Ugly
Fat
Chunky
Hairy
You look like a man
Too short
Or too tall
Silence the voices inside your head
You wish
Do not tell me to love the skin I’m in,
When everyone around me does not.
It would be bullshit to say they don’t matter.
Because I’ve heard it my entire life.
The red glow of the sun beat heavily on the barren sky. Cloud might have blocked it from view but the glow of its aura could be seen faintly in the sky, as heat manifested the air.
Evey kiss is imprinted upon my lips
I can still feel the heat of you
Living on in the memory of a touch
An unbelievable softness
The velvet of you lips
Covering a barley leashed passion
Night for there is Light.
Smile for there is pain
Stand for there is gain
Rise for there is fall
Live for there is tomorrow
Breathe for there is sorrow
But live for the non promises of tomorrow
Emotion
Dripping
Down
My
Heart.
Thoughts
Seeping
From
My
Mind.
My soul is
Delicate
Beautiful
Untouched.
As words are
Formed
Within my
Body
It started here.
I walk through the door.
Did you ever glance?
You never notice me.
I sit next to you.
You ignore my presence.
Tried to interact.
But, you blew me off.
The night has driven from its darkness,
A light from afar is yet unbelievably warm,
I see a woman, a woman of beauty,
Her glow as bright as the moon,
Her heart unknown to mankind,
Hair soft as silk,
Dance The Movements Of your feet, The way Your Body responds to a Certain Beat, The way Dance makes you realize what's within Don't worry about the Lyrics To a song Worry about the Beat that Makes your Feelings Come out Not a Weak feeling But stro
Little girls are barbie's,
little girls are sweet,
little girls are perfect,and taught to be neat.
Taught to be skinny, and pretty, and fair.
Taught to have beautiful, long locks of hair.
I needed it.
Release.
You know, let go.
Be gone.
Release.
Where was this magnanimous means that would submerge my problems
Flush out my feelings
Bequeath my body with boldness
Slowly the years of my life go
and I sit here with nothing to show.
I look up at the beautiful sky,
not really caring whether I live or die.
Some things just can’t be described.
Where is my focus?
I need a direction
A place where I'm sane
And can come clean with all my confessions
"I have a dream," he said
While alive was bloodshed and things that made men red
Your smile makes the worries of the world perish
The symptoms of depression
Twist into oblivion
To crawl away from one’s luminosity
The pictures of the Holocaust,
Ghastly and unyielding,
Show starving people in their camps,
Terrible and unfeeling.
So depressed they feel no emotion.
So hungry they cannot eat.
The fall of eighth grade the leaves
changed their glorious colors
and I was diagnosed with overwhelming loneliness.
(poems go here) The fall of eighth grade the leaves
changed their glorious colors
and I was diagnosed with overwhelming loneliness.
Do you believe that im telling you the truth?
Do you trust that i would never try to hurt you?
Do you think that i left you to be mean?
Do you ever wonder what life could have been like if you didnt do that?
Life was three ibuprofen and a cigarette,
I'm living life with no regrets.
Hakuna matata, no worries I'm gonna get through.
The frown in the sky
And a chasm upon the earth
Is undone by the tender embrace of the sun
The overwhelming, intoxicating rush of the water
Brown skin like the deepest of mahogany,have the deepest of souls but it's a shame that they don't know ...just how much there worth.
They've succumbed and let the world get the best of them then let the ghetto have the rest of them.
Life is hard and overwhelming at times
But with each day new discoveries come
Even if all your living on is a dime
Laugh, dance for your life and then hum
Do we not live in odd times,
Controlled by meaningless lines?
Have we not sold our mortal frame,
For unreal images leading to pain?
To hold on to a little sanity
Take a moment and consider with me
Do we not live in odd times,
Controlled by meaningless lines?
Have we not sold our mortal frame,
For unreal images leading to pain?
To hold on to a little sanity
Take a moment and consider with me
A decade is a long time; it could not be made up for the past time.
Depression is walking through my mind, and it makes me go blind.
My crying heart is not healed; it still suffers from its open sealed.
I miss the days when
the ocean licked my ankles
and speckled sand
bit my toes.
I miss seaweed
swimming through my legs
and clinging to my bathing suit
like a small child
to her mother.
Who the hell made you queen?
You have a comment on everything
Never a smile, only a frown
All you do is tear us down
You only scream and yell
Making a cheerleader's life a living hell
The world was formed and made to function when it was told,"Be".
A child is born and takes its first breath without being taught to breathe.
How? The answer is beyond me.
the night falls
because it is too heavy for the sky to hold
and so is my heart
as our lips part for the last time
for a long while now, dear.
and I feel like the word
Shatter.
and now
Though I know you not,
I’m compelled to write
Of your beauty, and nature so tender
Your smile radiates,
And shine like moonlight.
The darkest of nights within it emerges death himself. The night seems to become one with him as he walks towards me. He is like the moonlight so white it glows.
Feelings. internal
Expressions. external
The vastness of the mind. immeasurable
All the reason why. Unfathomable
How do you begin understand something. Untamed
How do you understand your self. Deranged
The fairy with the broken wing
That loves to write,
That loves to sing,
That can't seem to do anything right.
Words spoken are a beautiful sound,
But those written scream out.
Kiddnap me...
Lift me away, far far away
I want to be lost and never found
Shhh don't tell a soul
The secret place of my hearts desire
Fragile yet beautiful
Bruised yet perfect
Small yet noticed
One of a kind
Amongst a field
of a thousand
So unique, noticed
from a mile away
So special,
It can't be forgotten
I find what my life means
When I take time to multiply my success n not my dreams
You ask what does that actually mean
Do I give up on my passions
for social standing and money schemes
Another glance into the mirror
Another day, another year
A coarse example of the person
Who is hiding under there
I am “Perfection”. The personification of a real man.
Knowing when to stand firm and when to bend.
Anger pulsates through me
Red hot it radiates
It is a fire inside, consuming me
The flames blaze and crackle
Red, orange, yellow, and white blue ascend inside
The heat of frustration flare within
I'm living in a world so bleak and cold
No warning of hurt
Protect yourself because nobody else will
Hold on tight
It's going on to be a long fight
Filled with mysteries
Yes, that we are
I'm living in a world so bleak and cold
No warning of hurt
Protect yourself because nobody else will
Hold on tight
It's going on to be a long fight
Filled with mysteries
Yes, that we are
First comes sin and realizing that separation.
And then there is a choice and with that comes dedication.
Then you have the cleansing of filth, by the blood that in Christ it can only be done, manifestation
The river thrashes back and forth, but the beauty is unheard.
Are you willing to listen and hear the song?
The children laugh and look at the world in wonder.
Won’t you look and cherish their innocents?
A window frames a picture
Of beautiful mountains
Reaching high
Dressed in the green
Of a thousand trees.
A window frames a picture
Of black choking smoke-
Raging flames
More than words can describe,
Yet its in the unspoken word that your beauty becomes visible.
Not enough to witness,
But everything to behold.
Eyes, almond in their shape,
I've known her since forever
So it is safe to say
I can see right through her
Through her skin deep beauty
Through to her soul
They say that the grass is always greener on the other side,
But let me tell you that is a lie, because the grass is always greener where it's watered.
You arise, you look, you speak, you grasp, you find..you
To look out in the world, that is displeased, and ugly, you see the beauty in it that makes it beautiful it makes it...you
An endless dark
Boundless for eternity
Started with but a spark
And magnified into glorious vastness
With great bodies of flame and light
Ringed with odd assortments of rock and gas
What is beauty to a person who doesn't believe it?
Just a word in a dictionary without any meaning.
It's a shame it can't be felt, damaged self esteem.
If we are told enough maybe then we will start to believe.
I like the intricacies of verse,
multiple syllables strewn together in a formal
translation, a bump and struggle
for quick
comprehension before the next lines are said.
I’m not interested in vague references
Welcome back, it's been some weeks baby
I know your mind's way past crazy
I know you don't know that I don't know your thoughts
But today, we figured it out and honey...you're so distraught
I wish that you could see the world from her point of view
It's a beautiful magical ancient place but yet it feels brand new.
On her window there's a musical pitter patter sound
She weeps tears of dew;
Her humble boughs sigh.
Wind becomes her grace,
And the sun her hope.
She shields clouds of rain;
Veils her heart in leaves.
Weather won't weaken,
Her roots sink to deep.
The sun, clouds, moon and stars
Represent what you are to me
Amazing, powerful, compassionate, a friend
Describes how I see you
I may write you down in my memories
With my imagination and fantasy.
I may stride with you on the beach
And confidently toward the wedding gate.
I feel strong
But I feel weak
I feel proud,
Yet I feel bleak
I feel gorgeous
And grotesque
I feel pretty
When I’m dressed
I see fair girls
But I wonder
Are they really
We never truly see ourselves;
Only reflections or images.
Perhaps that is why we rely
On others’ opinions of our looks.
If we truly saw, I wonder if our thoughts would change.
A reflection
I am fat.
I am ugly.
All of these imperfections.
I need to be perfect.
I don't eat.
Fat equals ugly.
The mirror tells me so.
My reflection stares back at me.
Disgusting.
I’m ugly
Don’t look at me.
No one wants me,
I’m just
A fat
Bitch.
I only wanted
To be pretty.
I bet she doesn’t need
To suck in her stomach
Like I do.
She’s so
Skinny,
I am a woman
Not the woman on the front page of a magazine,
But a woman with thick thighs, and a large bust.
A woman of words, and a woman of thought.
I am a woman of dilligance and of pride.
A blazon radiates from above
Upon the barren, bleak cave
Where reminiscent of lost love
Reflects within mystic waves.
The rootless trees are clustered together
They search for everything, except the roots they need to survive.
The windswept trees cannot stand long without each other.
They are blown around by the winds.
Waves crashing through the shore
Cleansing what once lay there
The promise of a new beginning over the horizon
Looking over the vast continuity of the sea
The light reflects off the waves like a prism of light
Bought by my grandma, than passed
on to my mother, who then
passed it to me, is a little
piano with the notes
written on the
keys.
Though old and worn as a school girl's first
Some people say love doesnt exist
Others say it is only found between a man and woman
if thats true then whats this im feeling
for a woman
Butterflies in result to that sweet sound
i call ur voice
The memory of your body
Naked and glistening
Contrasted under the cotton sheets
Is to recall the grandiose of the stars
Retuning to the humbling innocence of newborn planets
And the substance of the human heart
Remember when you caught me
Bleeding in my bed
Hands and face the deepest shade of red
And I was floating
Through those stars that you call eyes
That are brighter than the sunrise and
A man once said to me,
"Live for the moments of beauty,
seldom as they may be."
At the time, I took the man's advice,
but as of late, I have found he opposite to be true.
Beauty is not a scarcity.
I wanna be the bitch in the media.
I wanna be shallow and have power
I wanna have the power to tell girls they’re inadequate
I wanna fuck up self esteems, hurt feelings, kill dreams
I’m an angel within but I fear my wings
Those graceful, feathered, astonishing things
I hide them away so that I can deny
This beautiful girl, whom I transformed into a lie
Searching in mirrors trying to figure it out
Her singing is like an angels song
addicting and lovable with every note
She weaves me into her web of songs
Keeping me with every change in note
enchanting me till I know of nothing
except that of her
I run through the streets, pitter-patter
Darkness on my heels
I keep moving, leaping, flying-fast
The world running past
Darkness ahead draws nigh and the street-lights
Stand against the stars
The things that you love
The things you enjoy
The joys of life
The trials
Tribulations
Joys
Deaths
Triumphs
The life you lived as a child
The life you're living now
Looking from across the way,
I see that mark across your face
The mark of past experiences
The wrath of lost experiments
I see that scar and the beauty behind it
I see the emotion the passion beside them
Everything has a face
Just like my Brother’s old backpack
Hanging in the closet with its snares and tares
And every time I look
At it seeing its entirety, places it’s gone, baggage it has carried
And suddenly it hits me like a punch in the gut
that I can BE all these beautiful things I read:
I can cut off my hair and wear fishnet stockings
and clomp around in big black boots and I
The thick white
The sky has no light
The smell of soil
And weeds
And my barefeet,
Let me breathe.
This sundress
Is too thin to cover me.
Where are you God?
I’m afraid they’ll see
What is beauty?
Is beauty determined by the clothes you wear
or is it determined by the color of your hair
maybe it determined by your bodies frame
My question is can the idea of beauty make you insane
quite {doesn't} mean(s) crazy
crazy {doesn't} mean(s) distance
distance {doesn't} mean(s) make believe
make believe {doesn't} mean(s) fake
fake {doesn't} mean(s) makeup
makeup {doesn't} mean(s) sexy
Why compare thee to a summer's day?
No good could ever come of it;
Yours is a beauty that drives men to slay,
And Aphrodite to throw a jealous fit.
Who am I? I AM someone who's heart haven't stop beating because of the purpose that hasn't been fulfilled yet. I AM someone who can do all things through Christ who stregthens me, but it's funny how I never understood the real meaning of that.
Why do you come to the light?
It is your death you know.
You’re fluttering about my room
doomed to die on my cluttered floor
You should not have trusted my open window
And yet you did,
Why?
You don't poison me with lies;
You intoxicate me with truth.
There's beauty in your mind
That captivates me like a piece of art.
Your words are a masterpiece,
An orchestrated symphony
Time enchants her victim, begs me near to sharp being…
Wraps round frail shoulders as she tickles porcelain cheek.
I wonder what its like to be beautiful
To never worry about your hair
Your nails, Your make-up
I wish those pretty girl would just shut up
Bragging about their perfect boyfriends
A woman's bare white legs,
Cut off just above the knee,
The shine of her patent heels, the allure
Of the unseen. A telephone--
The old-fashioned kind--
Dropped in from the top edge of the frame.
How could I ever forget that day? Her eyes beaming bright, a fire kindling in her heart, and a boundless energy to inspire, all stared back at the seven of us in the floor length mirror.
It was early December when I first met him.
He was a little timid at first,
He hid under the seat until the lights went dim.
He was as horrible as a curse.
I loved him.
I am a strange stirring in the night,
the way you feel when you’ve just awoken from a dream,
the tension of your misplaced affection.
A man sits on a rock on a hill
He searches the horizon
And sees Hope
She stands on a mountain
Her faded image shimmers
And shines bright
He squints his eyes
And catches her smiling
A mile wide
Skin is nothing more than a covering for our bodies
Complete with different shades and degrees
Absolute black and white doesn't exist here
That's it. It's over.
I crumple, ruined, to the ground.
Attempt to hide from prying eyes.
Those eyes.
Ones I've followed, held on to,
Throughout the labyrinth of my life.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall.
Make me pretty, thin, and tall.
Who is fairest of us all?
When will Beauty finally fall?
Paint my face and Dye my hair,
Then will someone truly care?
Drops of starlight swimming through the atmosphere,
the aquamarine sky swirling above.
It's time.
Silver seas calm,
No breeze through the grasses.
It's time.
She held the pieces in her hands,
Broken, bleeding shards of red.
They breathed the pulse of broken life,
Love, Anger, Hope, and Strife.
In some parts of me I hate it;
In some parts of me it feels right.
But nothing in life is peachy,
Nothing in life is gray.
Tough decisions and
Hard changes.
Easy miles, then cruel sprints;
Fat, is just a word
It does not have to be absurd
Fat is just a word
Food is just a thing
Some people like it more than others
He looks at me, like I'm disgusting
That guy on the street
i've heard that fame isn't everything
but i want it all
i will admit i'm shallow
completely devoted to aesthetics
cold as ice and hedonistic too
is it so wrong to live in pursuit of pleasure?
My love, she looks so marvelous
In the light of this gentle candle
The flames, they dance across her cheeks
And along the lips of my dearest angel.
Her delicate hands lie softly
And glow in the flickering flame
Staring out across the water that ripples on its way
Everything just seems so peaceful today
Beautiful colors swirl around me
Reminding me of God's love and majesty
So many shades of orange, green, and brown
Why is the rose so beautiful?
In life and death.
It glistens, frosted by the morning tears
that gently fall away,
to die?
Or do they help start life
down deep in the roots of thought.
dissappointment in her eyes
as she cries
looking at her ugly reflection, disgust at her thighs
an ache from what she ate
making her a little bigger than the skinnier girl, and she wonders why people like me hate
we are just a bunch of internal chemical reactions
intertwined, performing to our best ability
until we break, disassemble and find rest
i tried to comprehend
slow her down
stretch open her eyelids
Dear girls of the world
who don't believe the compliments,
are tired of the insults,
and never feel good enough,
let me tell you something -
because I know -
When you hear the story of ignorance think of me
For I’ve been here for as long as the Earth been to existence
I’ve been here when God was creating the universe
I’ve ask god to create human because of bored-some
You’re so small
You grow every day
Inch by inch
So skinny and long
You start to bloom
Pedal by pedal
You’re so bright and secure
Peacefully you stand
Making the world so colorful
Have you ever feel ugly?
I want you to know to me you have one of the prettiest, exotic face I have ever seen.
Have you ever feel lonely?
I want you to know that I am here for you .
Have you ever feel unloved ?
I'd rather see beauty in the flaws on the faces
than have it all washed away
washed away in the rain
People are colors, not shades of grey,
but colors combine to make grey anyway.
The snowflakes dance their joyous dance
moving in circular motions here and there
the beauty of it puts even the great muses,
and laurel trees to shame
rushing towards me like little children,
The warmth, the beauty of a true masterpiece
The flow of the breeze, giving the leaves temporary wings
The rustle, as they wage waer to stay firmly on the tree
In the end a loss, and now must lay on the ground
What will quench this thirst?
I long for something that will sustain.
The springs that flow love but not hate.
Can my soul be satisfied?
I find comfort in this world.
Restless I am.
Not just a piece of white, near plastic object
But a gift given from an African prophet
Not just a souvenir found in sand but
Africa's way of kindness and giving a helping hand
Hello little flower
How are you this morning?
Did you sleep well?
Oh little flower look how beautiful you are
As you grow and grow
And twine and twist
My only friend across the glass
knows who I truly am.
With no questions asked,
she does as I do
mimicking every dance, every glance.
The pungent smell of saltwater soaks the air
The sound of swishing, crashing impatient waves
Are rolling children dog-piling in playful chaos
Racing toward the shore
I like radio static
and sleeping by rivers
in a tent,
with wood smoke as my blanket
and campfire glow
as my pillow.
Space can be compared to anything you might,
From a mystical journey to even a sweet delight
No one can know
Space: friend or foe
But even still we try with all our might.
Emerge into view
Shadows all around
darkness surrounds you
The stars make no sound
Your mirror is the sea
But the waves have distorted
And all you can see
Is a beauty contorted
I scream...
I hear you cry...
I see you in a casket...
Wasn't ready to see you die.
I love you Mom, just wanted to let you know
But now, I have to let you go.
Goodbye...
She’s perfectly perfect
Skinny enough
But she doesn’t see
that reflection in the mirror.
Everything wrong.
The feeling of imperfection
ever lasting.
Starvation forces numbers down
Come
Take a seat
Take off your load
Tell me about your day
as i try to rid your stress
let me take your hair down
as you let your hair down
unload your troubles
for today i am your psychiatrist
I just want to tell you how much I miss the curve of your back.
your aroma on my sheets.
The glint in your eye when you smile like you've been "up to something."
The power in your voice when we make love.
Your skin ugh. So black so filthy, murky.
But did I ask you your opinion?
Your assurance that my skin is any less than what I'm assured it is?
Oh No!
I flew from circus tents
into the great unknown Blue.
My feet were stained with the yellow
of the desert—
still wet.
It took one leap
for the white wings I keep folded away
(only showing whispers
From the top of your head to the soles of your feet
Baby girl you are beautiful and this you should believe
Don't be confined by the lies of yesterday, look forward to tomorrow, and be glad you made it to today.
Look around
Tell me what you see
It’s easy when it’s staring back at me
May be foreign to the newest eyes
Always pure behind the tallest disguise
Let no fancy cloud your doubt
It’s there, it’s there, shout
Bandaids swirl around the sugar bowl
Brightly colored strips wearing white textures
A warm and worn comforter
Cocoa and petals inside motivation
Salt-flavored showers drain while blossoms begin stretching wide
Mirror, mirror
do you see this all?
Mirror, mirror
how could you fall?
Mirror, mirror
you're no longer on the wall.
Mirror, mirror
you lay in pieces before me.
You say you get beauty, but do you know what it means?
The thousands of lies coming from the big screens and magazines?
Beauty is on the outside they say…
So you cake on the makeup trying to get through the day.
I feel the eyes
staring, watching
I hear the voices
giggling, whispering
Their words lay on my shoulders
like tons of bricks trying to bring me down.
Again, the mirror on the wall
torments me. “You are wrong.
You have no reason to live.
Leave and go away!”
The stars are specks of light,
A broken string of scattered pearls,
Dandruff, Dust on black velvet,
Rice thrown on a wedding day,
Snowflakes, White ashes on coal,
Pebbles in a riverbed,
My fear consumes me.
I'm torn on the inside.
Should I stay for you,
Or can I run for me?
I feel your soul filled eyes,
Staring down and judging.
After my past with you,
How do I change me?
When Heaven took your light from me,
The whole world went dark.
I do not know where to turn,
I need your guidance.
I am in pain,
From my head to my chest,
Nothing has changed,
I always tried my best,
But it did nothing,
I don’t belong here,
I am something,
But I can’t shed a tear,
I am in pain,
How are you so sure that this is my proper cover?
There is no clear label marked on this pink blanket
I think I should dissolve the adhesive,
peel it off,
and start over
Finding beauty in negative spaces
Can be a trying test of your sanity
But walking by, are a million faces
Every one with a sense of vanity
Finding beauty in negative spaces
Can be a trying test of your sanity
But walking by, are a million faces
Every one with a sense of vanity
Not liking the first I start a new page
Realizing that life only sucks when
You are no longer playing center stage
I think maybe we should try this again
Today is the day I'll die.
You never think about death at 15,
In the Marching Band,
An average B student.
I swear I don’t have a gun
This game was only fun, but it’s over now
And somehow, we have to leave this place
Leave it far behind, where the sun doesn’t shine
Where ends meet and part again, our lives intertwined
Oh young man it's your time to fade away,
The sun is setting by your own window.
Your hair is turning a mixed color grey,
As, the leaves are changing on the willow.
Before you know it your time will be gone.
Respect the beauty of what God has to offer
Go gently, seeking all beauty and bounty
Tread lightly, in the blue abyss, never ending
All encompassing, what the sea can bless us with
A day of surf, I leave it all behind
A being but not of flesh
He is existence
He is truth
He is all
The melody he sings
Graces the ears
Like honey the tongue
A fresh current sprung
Spreading, reaching, growing, flowing—unheard
The stars they shine, like diamonds in velvet.
So grand and so bright way up in the sky.
A breeze blew by but I barely felt it.
My mind mesmerized by those stars, but why?
Then clouds rolled in and I let out a sigh.
Awake, alive, running to have a chase;
Dim forest peels back branches binding light
Allowing shadows lurch across my face
As the feet reach to more ground for my flight
Mirrors
Look inside.
Telling You what to Be--
Perfect...
Perfection
Define it.
Put Yourself into that Place--
Beautiful...
Forever.
Among the others . . .
Crawling up my leg.
A shark-bite?
No.
A deep slice
Into the juicy insides
Of a pale, goose-bump-covered watermelon.
Sticky juices once oozing from its edges.
At break of day, the sun
slices through purple
darkness of night
illuminating sincere faces
of mountain’s cliffs.
Rainbows shimmer
like mother of pearl
through mist hanging on
A box lies here
six sides folded inward
weak blankets of dead trees line my insides
to be used and discarded, built
for the the comforts of a sniveling little child who played in the rain.
Depression
Bringing back the pain from the lonely past,
I hope your life burns, but forever last.
The confusion, guilt and hatred I feel,
Locks me away without a decent meal.
The poison you shot into my veins,
The tall prairie grass sways, almost as if it’s dancing, in the breeze.
The same light breathe of air blows over your skin, wrapping you in its embrace.
The bright, shinning sun watches over you in its bed of pure blue.
The Earth shattering silence that chokes the life from me
A Secret hidden deep inside
Needing a place to hide.
The Exposure... Hush Hush...
No one sees but the ghosts haunt during the light.
What is beauty?
Beauty is anorexic,
Perfectly arranged,
Smiles of plastic,
With eyes that couldn’t be colder.
A man asked me, “Have you ever found love?”
I said no, but I’d like to think I did once.
This man asked me, “Would you have given him the world?”
I said no, but he was the only man in the world who I could trust.
Lately
I've been struggling with the fact
That I am constantly worrying
And anxious about everything.
I want everything to be right
But I know that's just not possible.
I realized that I have to let go
The nights when I cry,
With my eyes all wet,
No one to talk to,
About the feelings I get,
No one I can trust to tell something yet,
I can see the dark clouds and how they're set,
The Mother Earth that once throbbed with life
Is falling into the abyss of death.
It is the human and animal strife
Which contracts and compresses nature's breath.
My heart, wielding nothing but power and unprotected,
Just there for others to hurt.
There are things within the heart, my heart, that make me feel
Tangled.
My knees are weak
They begin to tremble
From fear of deceit
My body longed for home,
that was calling for me.
How did I get to this point ?
I feel like I've lost all hope,
stranded I was.
As you carry me in your arms
holding my tight and close keeping me away from harm
your smile and your charm
your soft cream skin
hair so thin
it try to escape within the wind
your eyes glazes like a star
Deep in my mind rest the place of wonderful memories kept
Joyful times and unforgettable events rewind in my mind like a replay
The dreadful thought of the end to these memories I must accept
This night wins Darkness,
Overthrown, dim shines Her throne,
Follows fate of the dying firefly,
Sobs over its dimming light,
Mourns a flickering end,
Mocks the Moon’s defeat,
The cocky Night Gladiolus,
Something I struggle with but absolutely understand is there is absolutely nothing wrong with me.
I love this godiva mocha skin i’m in.
There is little that makes sense in this world,
But justice is something I understand.
The equality of all men,
And the celebration of each other.
Here I am, once again
Chains that shackle my feet
To an ideal,
To a model,
A model with such small features,
such crimson cheeks,
Such a snow complexion,
Slavery has ended,
Here I am, once again
Chains that shackle my feet
To an ideal,
To a model,
A model with such small features,
such crimson cheeks,
Such a snow complexion,
Slavery has ended,
I look at my arm and see glowing amber skin
Bright green eyes, curvy figure, long hair and thin lips
Anyone can see that I am mixed within
opinons clash like air in a hurricane
we own our words
and keep our thoughts
when words are discouraging
its as if a storm is under way
but we can look to the sun
Hey you,
Yes you,
The Victoria's Secret
Employee who's
Eyeing me up
Like I don't belong here.
Well I'll tell you
I have just as much right
To be here
As you do.
My head lowers in a state of surrender
I allowed my hands to be bound in striking neon caution tape
Oh how easily I mouthed never
nothing without substantial thought
an excuse for failing
they push and pull
hoping for you to crack
to give up
but true beauty is confidence
the same as turning a pawn into a queen
I gave up long ago
Realized there’s nothing living for.
My mother has my father.
My brothers have each other.
My friends will soon forget,
This world won’t stop, it’ll continue to revolve.
It’s like he’s trapped in a cage.
He’s building up rage
Within the days
He’s been spending in this place
Where he’s stuck,
Surrounded by his own thoughts and emotions
That his demons brought
My Compass rose, in sync with yours
You are the two heads, to my oars,
I thank the wind, the land, the sea,
That God has washed you to my shores
Be careful what you wish for right?
Because you might have to put up a fight
When life has decided that you have wished too much and it shall become true
Be care flu what you wish for because wishes do come true.
In the future I see
Myself, just plain happy
Helping others while on the go
Just so everyone will know
I will be everything I can be
I will be strong, bold, and free
Nothing will get in my way
It is the season of sleeping late
while dreaming of red-orange trees
shuddering in the evening breeze.
These are the short days
when the thirst for warmth suborns desire
and Eros kisses summer love goodnight.
The days have turned to weeks
Weeks to Months
And Months to years
And still I am not sure if it is love
I know that I cannot live without you
And that our lives are meshed as one but I still question
Where leaves are green and trees are tall,
Where water roars and eagles call,
Where night will come and silence fall,
There I wish to be.
A place where deer and wolf run free,
The trees
webbed together
in a mesh of branches and
unfallen sticks
A beautiful collage of things
as spider web of chaos
in natural canopy
but squirrels and chainsaws
the masters
The epitome of what a woman should be.
I struggle to capture perfection in words
You do it ever so effortlessly
If by chance you notice any defection, its absurd
Not timid nor intimidated by possibilities
Do we think were through?
Yes I think we do.
Do you know that you love me?
Or isn't it meant to be?
We havent spoke in a while,
but this agonizing pain,
its just pouring like rain.
It's been months since I picked up a pencil
This time, my poem about you will be more suspenseful
This time, I’m going to write to my fullest potential
This time, the things I'll say about you is more than a handful
He lays there,
Without a care.
No other word to be said,
Except he’s dead.
His face once so beautiful,
His lips now sag from lack of love.
I wait in line
After the service
It has began.
Everyday she awakens,
each time with more regret,
nothing can keep her happy,
but everything makes her upset.
The tree's scent was fresh
Frogs camouflaged the green grass
The river's cold splash
Canon's air was dry
Solid rock of orange surface
Paths of river flow
Laying here, delighting in the warmth of the sun You made
Receiving Your tender kisses as the rays hug the backs of my legs
These sticks that I walk on
These soles that give me balance
Beautiful is just a word
That falls from ones lips,
Usually referred to those
Who have slender hips.
To those who have eyes
Of neverending pools,
And smiles so sparkling
Like rare, precious jewels.
Peace.
What is it?
A place, a heaven-like land?
A utopia, only imagined by wishful, young souls?
A word, describing the hope of a world with no wars?
Peace.
What is it?
Drip…drop
Day in, day out, it was all the same,
Nothing extraordinary breaking through the lames.
After all the heartbreaks disappointment became my best friend,
♥♥♥
Bright Brown Eyes
A heart full of care
A sweet smile
A head full of brown curly hair
Big Blue Eyes
A heart full of love
A warming smile
A head full of bright red hair
You ask me how do I feel about us?
Well let me tell you...
It seems as though time ffreezes when I'm with you .
Although time is what we fight against.
I feel like intimacy begins to grow stronger,
The stars are falling around us yet all i can focus on is the sine of your eyes
The floor trembling beneath us yet all i can feel is the beating of my heart
Fires encompassing us yet all i can feel is the fiery passion of my love
I find that your heart is filled with stardust although your eyes see no trace of the ghost like smoke, which puff from your innermost workings. Your solar flares bright and unwavering light burns in my soul, makes me feel warmth.
Don’t stare at my hips and thighs, my lips, my neck, with accusations in your eyes
Don’t think your looks will make me cry
and die inside and want to hide
and fly on by mall-aisle five
I don’t need your “pretty”
Beauty is self-determined
What is to define such a word as beauty?
It is indescribable
Because none have the exact opinion of another
For me, the white rose is the most beautiful creation
Life,
So meaningless and rich,
It withers like a dying flower And yields its beauty with, Yet richer than the richest golds
And finer than the finest jewels,
I watch each day as the flower grows
I wonder, does it know?
That it grows in a world
where bad things happen, wars are fought, people starve
But still I watch as the flower grows
This is the place where love never dies!
Where silence is sweet and clear are the skies!
The air smells fresh and the earth is old
This kind of bliss can never be sold.
These are the lands where everyone smiles
With lips red as the rose
So sweet and tender as the fragrance,
As they gently arose
A soften form of patience.
A pair of rubies made in flesh
Belonging to only you,
The breath exhaled of air so fresh
Who started this trickery?
This ever shrinking waist
There is no debate
That skin and bones is not why men fantasize
But you say and you starve
Perfection is what you are aiming for
Clothes in the front
Your love is my personal Diamond...
Many want it...
But only I have it...
& I wouldn't trade it....
For anything in the World...
For it is PRICELESS!
Every other summer we travel to Michigan
The landscape's so open and calm
The beauty of the tall hills of sand
The beauty of the freshwater lake
Why should beauty be hidden under the surface?
Why doesn't society let it rise to the top?
It refuses to show all its people that
It's there, but it's there, and won't stop
