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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,
She may have broken Into a million pieces But that doesn't mean She isn't happy with How it all ended Her Skies are colored with
Her wings are covered in stars That shimmer like the Moon Shining brighter than a thousand suns They radiate with elegance and grace
You broke me , with no remorse Broken pieces , lonely people , sharing the same empty place - with a scenery so memorable it’s painted a home in my heart.
Everywhere I look around craving inspiration wanting to make good use of myself Left Right Up Down Where can it be found ? The smaller elements in this extravagant life makes a difference
The different layer of black skin See My roots run deep deeper than the curves of my mouth and the width of my hips she slips in the room smooth as melted chocolate
BEFORE YOU READ THIS PEOM INVOLVES RAPE Look down Keep your phone out "Take" a call That way he won't go after you. Don't look Don't smile Don't laugh
Why not say hi or give a smile, to show them how you've felt for some while? Is it fear of rebuff, or that you're not enough? But what if that wasn't the case? That's not how they see your beautiful face.
I’m black and comely for the sun has kissed me for the moon made love to me, for the blackness of space has seduced me, for the stars there sensational spark bust me like a grapefruit my exposure seeds to my root.
My canvas is stained with memories Ink seeping from its white sheets like blood Pooling into puddles of thoughts, feelings, expressions The red rage that builds up inside me
Children of the lion. Biding to be free. The motherland of the people. Cries with the trees.
As you gently drifted under the nightly sky The moon The stars And every light Shone upon you as if you were an angel in the night
Look at the trees clothed in vibrantly green leaves, Leaves that not only give beauty but life in all its glory! White flowers with no spot to dull its petals’ eaves.
See the light of the rising fire; Watch the scarlet as it grows ever higher. Our devotion and our strength can be a guide, Like a beacon lighting the air in the sky.
Driving, at night, in the rain The street lights invite Colors on the road Get stoned, and listen to Music on the radio You enjoy the visual show The neon lights bounce off you As you enjoy the solitude Colors of yellow and blue That you must pass
Crashing to the ground without direction but somehow with precision,
Thank the lord for Maya Angelou When the world went fast, she took things slow Her hopes held high when her head hung low She spoke her truth so we all could know The good lord gave us Maya Angelou
Based on "Mermaid" by Sergey Kolesov Delicate, floating through sea currents and sea trenches Elegant, dancing through coral reefs and shipwrecks Pure as the sun beams that shine through the surface
I never understood the word moonbeam until I saw one. A stream of milky white on a canvas of dark and unforgiving ocean. The moon seemed to paint a streak down the middle as if someone had dropped the paint brush.
Am I really a monster? I mean, I don't think I am. So why do people always Run? They do not actually run. What I mean is mirrors break,
Life is what you make it We live on borrowed time But if life is what we make it Then it’s time that I make mine Hide your sorrow in your pocket To prepare for rainy days
My Afro Stems from Kings and Queens With Unruly curls Just like Me. It’s not perfect
You are perfect. That’s it. I said it. Perfect.
It’s time to watch the fireworks As they fill the sky with light these small controlled explosions That seem to split the night They remind me of my childhood and of patriotic dreams
Have you ever starred in wonder At my favorite of sights A treat that’s only possible On dark and stormy nights When the light behind a leafless tree Seems to set the wood a glow
My demons like to come out and play Don't worry they won't bother you they are only after me In fact let them braid your hair, they are great at that Do you need your make up done, they have that down pact
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,
she a petite figure with short hair who noticeably feels so much sees so much thinks so much
Tranquility A happy place,no stress;no worry.Happiness is a responsibility;without hurry.
Yesterday, they said, improve. I said, on what? They said, on you. I said, on me? But my mirror said, open your eyes to see,
The sky, The sky How true, How blue All day bright, With cuts long and white But all night dark, With beautiful points of light
Life is long Like a race We have to run We need to beat other runner But what’s the purpose? You don’t have to run When you don’t know your destination It’s okay to stop
From afar I saw it, Flying with its gorgeous wings Among the flowers But when I touch it, It flew away The butterfly is just like you,
you loved me for the moment, but God loves me for eternity. i will always love you, you were never dead to me. i thought about you from time to time, but i realized i am not your falling branches.
Brown eyes beautiful long lashes curved for days His head sways to the sound of the beats to my rhymes I notice he comes here all the time Sits in the same chair sips on the same drink
I’m the type to creep up on your mind at 3 in the morning Leave you in wonder if you should hit my line or let me be The impact I have on you leaves you wondering what it could be If it would be If it should be
Once upon a time there was A girl. Perhaps this should be the end of the story, Some people certainly think so,
this is America don’t catch you slipping, NOthis is Americawhere aks do the talking where Krazy Krooked Kut from a differ
You could paint me a sky Of reds and golds And every color imaginable, And I'd still believe That you are the most beautiful thing.
Sculpture: You are sculpted so perfectly from start to finish you're my perfect image Photography: Like a photograph of a rose growing out of concrete
Too much Too much makeup Too much perfume Too much effort All my life I’ve been told To try harder But not too hard Am I doing it right? Shiny, blonde hair
Yes, the color of my skin is a few shades lighter than the typical "black girl" No, I do not consider myself 'lightskin' Contrary to what half of the population believes the color of my skin is not an explination for my behavior
like the sun and all the stars she was bright - - as lovely as the flowers as beautiful as the - - more radiant than all as joyful and hopeful as a wishing star always the smartest
You've taught me a way to look at the world with a clear point of view You've taught me how to cherish every lover I've come across You've taught every little thing that I know
I. Lines that break on the epitome of sound ring forth like the swells ~~~~ of a whale dipping into the sea ~~~~~~~~~
She is mellow, creating what I saw as ordinary; The loving, ebony colored tree tugged tenderly at the velvety skin of my collar. She whispered gingerly in my ear as I clung to my fragile and flimsy, tattered journal.
I have a little blade box, It's hidden by my bed. It hides all the secrets, I can't keep in my head. So if I'm feeling bad, or want to sink into the dew, I grab my little blade box,
Things will hurt That won't change Pain is a constant But at least there's sun There's laughter There's love And so much to gain I'm dealing with pain No, it's not easy It's a hill
Do you really know yourself Do you accept yourself for who you really are
Oh she too dark. Oh she too picky. Oh she too skimpy. And her hair looks nappy. But she looks at herself... And she thinks happy. She ain’t wimpy. More so Out here getting
Dear Mom, I once wished for a motherwith lighter skin. I once wished for a mother who looked identical to me. I once wished fora different mother. I wished things I wish I didn’t mean. I thought your mother had to be identical figures. But that is
Society Members of community Expectations and beliefs What people should be Race, age, gender, Even what people like to do
It’s so beautiful how people love each other // It’s so beautiful how people can accept and love their body, personality, voice, and so much more // We were born into this world with no idea what would lie ahead of us yet we are making this world
Mirror Mirror on the wall, Why am I not the fairest of them all? Why does my body stretch like a piece of taffy? Why don't I captivate anyone?
I never knew what it was like to feel so broken you couldnt get out of bed because you didnt want to face the world But after years Of having the weight of the world on my soul
Nobody dares travel these rough and rarely tread roads, but I follow them because I know where they lead. Deep in a forest overgrown with trees shrouded in darkness with rocks all about, but can you see?
(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
You are the dream, the one I always wanted, When did you turn into the nightmare, while the days I counted. Those sleepless nights, I destroyed all for you, How to mend it back, I have no clue.
You asked me if I remembered the kid you once were. Instantly my mind flooded with memories. I could tell you stories on how you would try to run to the moon and back for me.
SWOOSH! WHAT A MAGNIFICENT SHOT OF YOUR GOAL... BEHOLD, AS MY LIFE STORY UNFOLD INTO A BEAUTIFUL BEAST... IT IS PASSIONATE IN WHAT IT SEEKS... IF I AM DESIRABLY QUIET THAT MEANS HE SPEAKS...
DO YOU LOVE ME OR THE THINGS THAT I DO FOR YOU... I TRIED TO STAY FOCUSED SO THAT I WOULDNT LOSE SIGHT OF YOU.. I TRIED TO IMAGINE MY WORLD WITH ONLY MY WEARY HEART...
she's beautiful and she doesn't know she wears a mask but through it are cracks she's looking at her reflection in a broken glass seeing the broken in her reflect back Rossy red lips telling lies ...."I'm fine"
Dear Bully, We haven't spoken much since middle school, I'm sure you've noticed. Or perhaps you haven't noticed. The only thing that I am truly sure of is you used to notice me every day.
I get tired But tired is what I feel I get weak But weakness is only a mere thought I get insane But insanity is only a child’s play I get soft But soft is not me I get jealous
Time somebody told me. I was wasting my time ganging unworthy friends. Time somebody told me. Loving myself is my number one priority
It truly is A beautiful thing To be able to Identify myself in someone Whose appearance is none like my own We are all different Yet equally similar And that relaly is
It's in the warmth of your hands and gentleness of your embrace that I take my home. What I've found in you is delicate and sincere, that cannot be found in any other.
Your mother and I worked like bee's making sweet honey to create you. Though I didn't carry you for nine months, you have come from me and from my seed you have blossomed. Beautifully. I have built you up
His love was so sweetI thought he had it allI thought he was the one I had been dreamingInstead it ended in screaming The love I saw in the beginning endedThis was not what I intended
I fell in love with you. A foolish girl I was, to fall for you.You stole my heart away. I wished for nothing but to please you.I only asked of you to look my way. Please look my way. You wouldn't look my way.
Dear Beautiful, You. Yes, you. You are loved. You are perfect. You are beautiful. In our society People are so quick to judge Based on what's seen on the outside
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.
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
My father in heaven has told me, Because I love you, I created you so beautifully in your mother's womb. From one step to the next I watched you, and now look how grown up you are.
"My theory is entropy. The reason for my hearts stuttering beats.The only explanation for my scattered thoughts. Thoughts that hide at the edge of my subconscious,Eluding me when I need them most.
"You’re standing on the sidelines, Watching him move across the field. But the air in your lungs disappears, As your vision becomes clouded. You’re having a heart attack, But no one sees the fear in your eyes,
New to my home town, left at eight months but now returned after many years love surrounding and mingling with my many peers while others drink beers I drink water, juice, soda
Love is not chocolates and heart-shaped candy ,Nor be it candlelight and eloquent dinners,In the crowded, glowing midnight city,Nor be it dressed in soft furs,
Red When they both shuffled on the old gym floor it was the shade of the swish of her dress. When her lips meet his, he’s wishing for more
I long to see my father again Who past suddenly But just away One day we will meet again For now I have his heart at bay. I have been the sweetest girl I wish I could of spread love more
I long to see my father again Who past suddenly But just away One day we will meet again For now I have his heart at bay. I have been the sweetest girl I wish I could of spread love more
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
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,
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
Today I met a friend Someone Strong and funny and out going Someone small and frial. Someone faint of heart I met someone knowledgeable but that wasn't my friend
Balancing on an oakwood stepping stool,I wiped at the mirage of colors on the grease stained windows.Another one of my "chores",Placed on my ebony tresses by my stepmother.Crystallized like warm honey on the outside,
Whatever your beliefs. Atoms colliding or Adam and Eve. We should thank the architect for the greatest design. Chemistry, biological or divine. Believe what you will, nobody can deny.
waltzing, with clarity, with passion the body moves how the voice knows not to speak with one’s feet paints a most vibrant picture of the soul reach out, extend the arms a welcoming embrace
Speak I don't. Fall I did. For him, Wonder if it's safe to say
GOD is pretty great Founding fathers agreed to Trust a lot in Him RACISM is bad No one really thinks it's cool Please let's stop it now EQUAL are all men
Society tells me that I am not beautiful. That because I am not a size two super model with perfect skin, I am ugly. Society tells me that I am not beautiful.
Hello there! I see you're sad,
Slaves, wars, and riots Our history is terrible We cannot deny that Allowing innocents to be killed Allowing houses to be burned Allowing the world around us to crumble
HER EYES, HER TOUCH, HER VOICE, HER SMILE I JUST FEEL LIKE HOLDING HER IN MY ARMS FOR A WHILE THE WAY SHE WALK, THE WAY SHE LAUGHS MY LOVE FOR HER WILL NOT BE HALF SHE IS BEAUTIFUL FROM INSIDE OUT
A country meant for, All who care to look upwards, Toward that bright flag.
Land of the free Home of the brave Cruel individuals litter the streets With their lies and sneers When will people be genuine again? America is filled with cheaters and liars
There will come a day the wind will cease to exist it will be you alone with Jesus he died 2, 000 years ago on the cross for all the world to see what was his prayer what was his final plea
Here on this broken ground I stand, Flipping through the pages of history books. I see evidence of God's loving hands, Over a land that God they forsook. America the beautiful,
Roses are red , Violets are blue If you were my girlfriend then I'll do anything to stay with you.
How beautiful it is To live everyday breathing the warm/cold air of mother nature I find it fascinating how we simply are living. Look at those trees; so tall ,with many years
When I look in the mirror, what do I see? Is that my own face staring back at me? Those are my eyes, I assume. But from where do they come within my heirloom?
it was winter when we met and summer when you left maybe there’s some irony in that, but i haven’t found it yet. as soon as our eyes met,
I can't stop thinking about you. Completely innocent, we fell asleep together. Laying next to you under a big blanket our legs brushing against each other, our faces less than a foot away.
It's the feeling of running through rain holding your heels instead of trying to run in them. The sheer satin and silk tulle skirt, gracefully, flying with you, flowing around you as you run.
Broken to Beautiful This world is Broken Sadness Floats the air like smoke from a cigarette Depression
This moment right here, Is when you learn to heal on your own. Make amends to fact that his body can no longer lay next to you As you weep your struggles to his shoulders.
new year, new me, that's what they say but why would you change you, why would you have it another way dont change yourself for others, stay true to yourself
Beautiful Intelligent Strong Virtues gained And stored in my Silent intensity -Laughter like a hyena leaving pink tongue unwillingly- She's forgetting How to speak softly
The blood, sweat and tears she lay, as she smiles from day to day. Sweet as flowers of a rose, Bitter than a lemon that grows. Clear as the blue skies and birds that flew, but little did she knew.
The way that the sun sets and the sky looks as if it’s on fire, Sitting on the edge looking down endless rows of trees and wanting to be even higher,
I remember the taste of your lips, sweet, and soft, reminding me of fluffy clouds, I didn't want to wash the taste of you from my mouth, I remember your arms wrapped around my waist,
You can call me beautiful But it would be more heart felt If you called me intelligent. If you let me know that my laugh is Contagious. Or that the way I carry myself is Inspiring.
I am dark and lovely. My skin glows with melanin. It is naturally unique. I am dark and lovely. My hair is full of natural kinks, coils, curls. I don't need a relaxer.
With one step through the door, out into the escape of stress, and uncertainty,
Afraid of my black sisters and brothers since we're a few shades darker Did you know we all scientifically originate from the Motherland, Africa ?
On midday, after school, a boy picked up a beautiful guitar the color of sunset; He tuned it and proceeded it play it, to play the music of his life, the sounds of his soul, he relieved all his stress.
she would kill for a moment behind your eyes but would that make her a sinner? how beautiful your blossoming mind must be if even your foggy words stir with her the love she thinks is 10,000 daisies,
A banyan tree in my courtyard That I had planted ten years ago Looks beautiful with its large limbs As if a beauty queen of monsoon Were entering her adolescence
They say beauty is painAnd she's beautifully brokenShe's left hallow and emptyBut her thoughts go unspoken
To my 8 year old brother who calls me ugly. What is beautiful to you? Let me guess Girls with long hair As long as it passes their shoulders you don't careSkinny Caramel skin As soft as silk Face with makeup and all A girl with no flaws May I tell
Is it bad that i wanna adore you and love you? Is it bad that i wanna kiss you and also hold you? Is it bad that i crave you? Is it bad that i wanna save you? From all the good things and bad..
You know what Darling? Throw away that makeup. Feel beautiful as you. Now this is not another one of those ones that is going to say acne is beautiful. That your flaws are perfection. No.
My Ars Poetica: A Different Kind of Animal Nothing turns a stomach like the rancid aura that cradles the furry carcass of a life that once was.
Mom was only twenty-eight when she moved in this house in 1977,And she lived here until she moved to Sneedville, Tennessee in 2011.Mom was beautiful at twenty-eight and she was still beautiful at sixty-four.
To the lady with the cigarette...Whose reflection do you see when you stare into the mirror?Is it the same woman I see?And if it is...Why do you choose to taint that beauty with purchases that only gurantee your death?And though your beauty is lik
No one sees the pain you hide.they look past you like your alright.their words cut right into your throatyou cant trust your friends anymoreevery word they say knocks you down. you keep seeing death surroundyour screaming out, crying loudbut all y
the universe birthed you, you were crafted from the very building blocks of life.your hair, streaked by the moon and your skin, pigmented by the sun
Luscious blonde to black, Every color in between. Your locks I adore.
Simply, be beautiful Perfect beginning from end. Doth it says, “He dies.”
It's okay to take a break. It's okay to take a breath; inhale and exhale.
In this crazy chaotic world, I can rest assured I am my momma's girl. Strong, capable, beautiful, smart, just like my mom. For a woman named Wendy nothing knocks her down, she's my rock.
Her hair; long and shiny black. Her eyes; an endless sea of serenity Her lips; a combination of pale and rosy red. Her hands;
The pretty teen girl Singing softly to the wind Her beautiful voice .
Her skin illuminated like a new Lamborghini under a spotlight, every curve displayed with exotic, breathtaking beauty.
Ugly. Fat. Aren’t you ashamed to look like that? They called me such names that stuck in my head There was nothing more painful than what I just read
Little, brown curls that flow softly down The brightest, bluest eyes Fair skin Gentle touch Innocent smile She's beautiful Like a little, glass doll She's fragile too
Grabbing the glistening hands of yours Twirl of orchids fell above us Your Blanche face glows Precious as gold May I know how it feels to hold?
There are places that can never be trasversed There are ideas that can never be spoken There are emotions that can never be expressed directly. But every moment is a passing,
All I need is success, this means I want to succeed. In whatever I do, I want to make sure I can make a difference. I would say all I need is poetry but I’m pretty sure you knew that already.
One thing, so fleeting, how should I know what I require for my deed? would it be a person for a meeting? or a pot to plant a seed? or a book to continue my reading?
My eyes open, If I was truly alone, All I would need is God. If I must walk by myself, Up and down the paths of forever,
Once upon a time, We were younger and we loved each other. You loved me freely, for the world to see, But I had fears so I loved you secretly. But you should know that I did. Know that even with the passing time
Who is that? The one who I see at the edge of my eye. One who shines from the crowd. Something is different about this person. This someone is an enigma. Strange that I know this person,
You were just my brother Every morning as I'd get out of bed Mom and Dad in the kitchen holding coffee mugs as they shake their heads "We've tried everything we could" "The rehab hasn't done any good"
Two things I can't deal with A broken heart and a new addiction The man I loved abused my trust And at the moment I got zannies in my system I'm just a young female trying to make it In a world where if we don't got it we're going to take it The
He pours scalding water over your wounds boiling you from the outside in. His words are poison soap grating off layers of the world
It's like I'm lost in an ocean blue as can be without a map in my hand or a single home to call mine I've been looking for answers looking for what's true but when I look for love
Art; the (blood rushing through my veins, painting me with color in this gray, flavorless world) ability to take your brok- en, s e n s e l e s s, s c a
mirror, mirror on the wall reflecting all my superficial flaws the lines you trace lack the grace you draw me with a heavy hand lopsided ways a toddler's game.
I think I began as a coloring book. Filled with colorless outlines of rudimentary pictures of puppies and flowers, even a dragon adorns two full pages. Rad, right?
The Crimson that rises in your cheeksWhen you blush, and cannot speakThe true definition of beauty
Everytime I look at you, I remember my entire history, With and without you. Your face shines so bright, And I am forced to squint,
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.
Sunglasses worn to hide your eyes. Spinning around using bonucular vision to spy. Looking around and waiting for any reaction. Trapped in your own extravaganza. At the zoo. The circus.
Calm and graceful, Fluttering in the wind Their attraction to bright colors Of flowering plants Their life span so short, Yet their wisdom so great Beautifully inspiring
Once upon a time… We had a fairytale princess I say “had” because this fairytale has a twist.
Life Easygoing. Nurturing. Energetic the Tinkling of a Laugh Music to my Ears like the Leaves of a tall Pine we are green Full of
Beautiful, A word hard to say. A word most Women don't describe them selves as because they listen to what others have to say. Beautiful That's what you are;
One thing that's been both a blessing and a curse in my life is my ability to see all that's amazingly good in a person; and those are the parts I fallin love with.
What a burden love can be
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
By the rivers of Babylon, we sat down there, We wept there, When we remembered we have abandoned Zion. Why are you lying to yourself? You know that lies don't last forever. The truth needs to be told.
At 17, she thought she had the world Butterflies, tears of joy in her eyes She held on tight, no in between liesTime to let go, here comes the surprise
Go ahead, groan. roll your eyes, chuckle, snicker, do whatever you like. It's that girl. Me. You know exactly who I am. The black girl living in a predominantly white area.
I'm that brown eyed beauty hailing from the ground in which you threw me. Singing all the blues of nothing coming through me. I'm that brown eyed beauty sliding in between you
They say I'm the girl with good intentions, A girl who is kind and sweet, They say I'm mature, A girl who's understanding and flexible They say I'm childish, A girl who plays too much and need to grow up
They always tell you what you cannot and cannot be, I never focused on them, I focused on me. Yes, maybe I like to read my books instead of party,
Punched, Kicked, and Bruised. No, they had never put a hand to me But their words were like balled fists waiting outside for me after school Balled fists that told me to be ready for a beating at 3 o'clock
I stared fear in the eyes and asked it how was its day our staring match, lastedfor about five minutes and I refused to look away I am bigger I am not afraid I said, as I trembled in my legs
No blade, song, pencil or form of art Could ever relieve my stress and pain Uplift my soul and elevate my mind Gently caress my ever-delicate heart The way I’ve found she does
At that very moment I wanted nothing else, I just wanted all of him to myself.
Sleep consume me into a comatose state of mind
As the tears fall
Even though the shattered mirrors reflect a broken person scattered and young,
First of all, I don’t act how I look. I’m a girl, but I don’t clean or cook. I don’t like to shop or put on makeup; How I look for the day is how I wake up. I’d rather play sports with the guys
Love = The concept in Which one feels intense affection
I am not that little girl The little girl who brings joy to the world The little girl who open's up hearts That girl was beautiful in so many ways
Loved too hard, Rejected too fast. Maybe that's why I always held back.
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.
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,
My hair is wild, crazy, thick, and not very tamable but , from what I heard it's very beautiful and I got use to it, cause i am who i am The color of my skin is not to be define as dark or light ,
I am from my past where I lived with hatred having the mother hen never wanting me seeing fear when I look in the mirror I am from the water, the water full of unwanted love.
At the midpoint Of a high meandering brook Flicks the tail of a brook trout. The lithe tail curves In the still cool shade of the shelter of the bank
I am like a piece of fine china-- I was born perfect; no chips, no scratches, perfectly beautiful. my colors were once vibrant and bright and everyone adored my newness.
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I don't know what you've been told but baby girl you're beyond amazing eccentric to the world an angel in disguise undeniably genuine talented beyond measure
My life is a book.
My life is a book. Some pages are beautiful, some are funny, some I wish
I hope you look in the mirror one day and stand tall and proud with your wonderful face and beautiful eyes. I hope you look at yourself with so much love that the world around you can feel it radiating
I am a Queen, a supreme human being I bleed gold and my words are bold I am a Black Queen, though it may not be easy being green Being black can be just as bad, sometimes even sad But as a Queen, I take pride
Once in a blue moon,On a windless night,
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.
Look outside and become wide eyed At our expansive, majestic home From the moon who acts as a guide Down to the crashing waves’ foam
I move the sliding door out of my way. I step down onto the balcony as the warm summer night breeze touches my skin as if to welcome me as this wonderful celebration begins. My eyes are only tempted to look up at the dark sky.
Within myself, I hold a universe. Silent. Darkened eternity. Stars and galaxies seem distant and far As you naviage the empy planes And cold and desolate Planets that may have once held life
Beautiful. All smiles and happiness. But then you start peeling away the layers. Getting straight to the bitterness. Sweet then bitter. All gold but the inside is certainly not glitter.
You cant stop me baby You can't hold me back I'm flying, seeing stars not dying feeling for once I'm shinning being bright no hiding this is life. Baby
I know it might seem like the world is crashing down Trust me I know what it's to feel like that It feels like you're standing in the rain without an umbrella Stuck in an eternal darkness
Her fingers tremble with the unsaid words that urge to ink the blank page. From the green depths of her eyes lay sadness and tinges of regret. Across her arms are slashes made by herself.
Honey please, put the razor down Please, don't tie that rope to the ceiling We need you here I need you here And somewhere, your future love is waiting for you
she is beautiful in her own way, she’s a size ten, and acts like a two she’s flirty, smiles and hugs around she’s smart, brilliant some would say she wear’s dark purple and black
The ocean has
Your life is beautiful. You are one out of one. No one can EVER replace you. Don't end your life short Just because someone said. That your stupid or that your ugly. Because God made you
There is a girl in the corner.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NOT FOR THE WAY YOU SMILE, BUT FOR THE WAY YOU SLOWLY GLANCE AT THE WORLD.
I know we're strangers now, but you're the most beautiful person
"Be honest," they said, so honest I was. Honest as nobody ever was. Blunt as the barrier between water and oil, I told them the truth without recoil. The truth of our cohorts, sad but true
I'm one of kind
I'm Daniel at warFacing the tallest of the GiantsMy rocks won't reachMy voice muffled in the echoes of silence
Eyeliner accents the eyes of a woman who seeks. Stilettos and the finest dress compliment her silhouette.
We still see light, We still feel warmth, We still hear melody, Why do we have trouble, Seeing love, Feeling love,
As I stand in the mirror, I think my nose is too weirdly shaped. My eyebrows are too straight And I hate my hair this way. As I stand in the mirror, I think my ears are too small
Tell me something Not an empty something Tell me the truth Don't tell me to just smile Or hide it all inside Cause those things aren't working I've got no one by my side.
An ocean so blue, with a pasture green, so well blended together in her eyes. Hints of gold, flicked with care to seem sereen, it seems as though that ocean never dies
Kim Kardashian. Taylor Swift’s new guy. Magazines and Social Media flow in like the tide,
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
Cold and wet and hungry and this blanket isn't doing anying.
Who am I when nobody can see? Behind closed doors and darkness, I am truly me. Guarantee. I am the one with the big heart. You know…? The one that always ends torn apart.
RAW Who knew you could lie to yourself by posting a picture? Who knew you could be denying yourself, Just to appeal to Misters Misters that don’t make a difference. Trying to find someone who’ll
I've always been called beautiful Not expected to be smart But to be conceited I value my appearance
History repeats itself it's why we're here again. Black versus white but this time it's times ten. We need to be aware that this gon' get us nowhere. No! It's not him, her, or them;
I am not fake. I will not hide behind a filter. My words are real, sometimes cunning, never fake. Everyone is beautiful in their own way. Why hide that beauty?
“Look at her belly,” hisses a girl to her friend, staring me up and down. They gawk, unable to process this.
Vintage, Vignette, All of these aesthetic filters. But nothing is nearly as attractive As the original. For it's a tough job to do, To mask the truth.
These days We seem to rely on instagram and apps They "fix" our features
Free From everything I used to be Re-writing my history Picture by picture I’m finding me I’m alright My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
Authentic, Loving, True, Or Bold, I watch life go by as I turn old, I love the world around me, I love the people near, to my heart... Hate, Screaming, Confused,
It has been broken, Shattered,
I Could talk for hours on end. Sometimes about the little thing and maybe even random things.
Filters. We all use them.
Insomnia. The result of my overbearing thoughts of a past I can’t change, of a future I’m terribly unsure of. Most nights I barely sleep, some nights not at all. However, I suppose this is what comes of one whose thoughts consume their soul.
What a damn hindrance
My life is my canvas Everyday a new struggle Everyday a new scar
Life without filters is beautiful,
If there was something I could tell you, I would keep it real. I would tell you this so you would know how I feel
You know that picture of a girl Out in the cold
The twinkle in her eye, is like the stars, on a clear night. The blush of her cheek, is like pedals, of a soft young rose. The vibrance of her lips, is like cherries,
I’m short. Really? Are you SERIOUS? I NEVER noticed! Thank you for informing me. I was hoping 5’ 3” would be tall enough to reach the cupboard Without standing on my toes
The earth slows to a stop And everyone cries
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
I find myself insecure when I look at myself without any editing. I'll feel as if I am discrediting... ..as I compare myself to other girls, I believe that I am not beautiful to the whole-wide world.
I have flaws. I'm not as beautiful as I want to be. You can see the unsightly pimple on my chin.
A beautiful person is what I see. Staring at a clear mirror with a reflection of me. I'm never perfect, never will be.
When I remove that mask of insecurities You see a face of all my histories My lips part like the red sea
Tick tick tick A silent wish One owned by quietness Tock tock tock
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
My words f
Me As I pose for that picture
I just wanted to let you know that you are worth more than what I can show or tell or teach you. If I tried, it would be like trying to encompass the sun in the description of a shadow.
She holds the pen when others go rest
I grew up and down in an unstable wonderland. Pale arms outreach to touch the moon, but my feet and soul root me to where I stand. Surrounded by unconventional and unusual beauty.
Look at me bare Look at my face My freckles adorn me
Don't just listen to the "MUSIC"Pay attention to the message.Its the ignorant that has kept the intelligent arrested.
She is a young girlRosacea gives it awayFull of life, energy, and strong beliefsShe has a different way of looking at the worldNot to judge but to exploreShe wonders how others will look at her
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,
Dream Big and Dream Small Dont let the Failures Fall Step High and Step Low Choose the Right Path to go Succeed Now and Succeed Later Succeed when you Make Friends with Haters Live Now and Live Then
They say life is like a book of handwritte
Neither Here nor There but somewhere inbetween CHINESE AMERICAN that's the life i lead
Before the night During the day We all hide In several ways Hair in face is my way With no filter on I have many flaws face like sand and nose so tall
No filter but still a pretty picture Real story's exposed with scratches but I'd say it only makes me more richer no not in money but in wisdom buuddy let me spare you all the details that are bloody
I like quoting movies- A lot. I sometimes forget that the world Isn’t privy to my inner dialogue; If the world could hear my thoughts, it would get lost, buried,
With no filter, my face is pretty average, My voice and hair are nothing to salvage. I’m quiet and shy when around the unknown, My soul and color and pride aren’t shown. When I’m near the ones I care for most,
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?
What are humans Without screens To hide the pain The scars The truth
Me, Myself, Personally… I am, the smile that stretches for miles
I've made mistakes, But they don't define me. I have regrets, But I am not what I've done. I have secrets, But they're part of my past. Come dawn, And come day.
I am a girl of a deceased dad, I am a girl of divorced parents, I am a who who wears makeup to hide the tears, I am a girl who has a filter to hide the pain. I am a girl without a filter,
*snap* An image is taken
Painted smile, feeling vileregretting the time gone
There’s this girl in the mirror… And she’s beautiful.
I am flawless With the pimple on forehead
A filter is like a mask, a mask is like a disguise, I disguise my feelings and self but why?
The real me isnt pictures you see online Or even sometimes outside. The real me is deep down Wondering if its okay to be herself or hide. The real me isnt a staright A student But doesnt mean Im not smart.
If you take away the filter The hashtags, the signs I’m left bereft of options And put simply, there am I Half-hidden in the sun But avoiding the glare You take my picture neck up
My Mind is Beautiful My mind is beautiful. An infinite universe
There is a wall up, A wall that no one can see. The wall is what hides me,
behind the makeup and smile as big as her heart there is a girl she is living in constant fear of the future her biggest fear is failing she feels helpless but she has to try
Every moment i perch myself upon that plastic seat, i wait. Every time the sting of feelings prick my eyes, i wait. Every sound that occurs to my ears, i wait.
Wake up and look in the mirror, Do you like what you see?
I’ve stopped drinking from the wishing well of health Guaranteed to keep you young and make all your wishes Come true. Despite the try my will ran dry Has I came to the realization not everything is flawless
A filter is used to hide the parts of us we don't like and enhance the parts we do. But why do we not "like" parts of ourselves? Society is always telling us to "be ourselves" and "color outside the lines,"
The world is full of imperfections.
Who am I? I am Brown Hair I am Big Brown Eyes
I see those around me
563 photos more or less of my face, Each and everyone filtered, Straight on, Sideways, Tilted, Smiling, Frowning, Intense,
Skin and Bones: A Poem by Tyler Shreve-Smith
"What is it that makes you flawless?" You ask.
Every time I look at her she doesn't fail to impress me with her flawless skin her long dark hair glowing smile cute brown eyes and a real womens body
People view me as four eyes, But when I take those glasses off it’s something about those chestnut brown eyes that sucks you in. You began to take notice of this young woman’s other captivating features.
Stared in the Mirror.
Do not tear at your mirror Do not pull at your skin
A pearl, Dipped in love and frosted with perfection,
The voices in my head Laughs and stalks Mocking their way to my heart My heart has a door The key Jesus He is who opens and locks. The voices in my head Laughed and stalked
In my fantasy I can do anythingI dream, I fly, and soar through the skyThat twinkles with the mesmerising stars of the universe
Sometimes- I tremble like the fault lines,
I don't know what I want
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
You were a bird Free, fragile He was a vulture Cruel, devious You were a storm Somber, dark
Who am I without a filter? For the past four yeasrs, I haven't had an answer to that question I've spent so long trying to become littler I've tried to disappear which is something I probably should mention
When I walk down the street, I feel their eyes They look at me but don’t know why I used to stay in my room and hide Scared of judgments, Terrified. One day I took a glance in a glass
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Whom hold's that position? Whom is this beholder and what gave him, or her the right to set beautiful's standards. I may not have the biggest bust, but my heart is by far huge.
You're tellingus -No, you're tellingme. You're telling us indivicually.
I'm not just who you say I am,I worked hard to get where I am today.It took everything I had to just get out of bed to face difficulties.You laugh now but I am serious.
Why do girls spend sixty minutes on their make-up when they can spend five Make-up doesn't define who you are Your words and your actions Those define you because those words mean a million more
Age 13, my face was full of blemishes. Age 14, I had to get glasses. Age 15, I wanted perfect skin. Age 16, I screamed, "Screw perfection!".
Type. Just type. My fingers dangle above the keyboard, Splashing each word, verb, sentence- That comes to mind. The words are like snow to me: Soft, Delicate, And pure.
Beauty can not be defined as a physical feature ,But CAN be defined as a ...
I am writing to let you know you are not alone. No matter how romanticized the rogue in you becomes. For all my wanderlust roving dreams of distance, I am writing in hope you know your heart is not a fight club.
Many people hide their face in the bathroom mirror They dab a little bit of this and a add a litle bit of that and they just created a mask We try to prove ourselves and others that we are this beautiful flawless queen
Everybody wanna be flawless Or whatever you wanna call it
#nofilter, #selfie, #natural, #fleek Hash tags are the holy grail of most social media websites I can use them to show my followers what I'm wearing Or show them the memories that I'm sharing
Imperfections are inevitable I used to think I could change my body but I've come to terms that I can't.
The life of a young woman is boundless and untamed There is no way of telling where she will go next or who she will become The crazy twirl that destincts Who she is The girl I was years ago is gone
I wake up each day and hear About a world that is full of hurt And tears. People are dying, Children are crying; “The world’s a mess,” they say. “Human beings should just go away.”
I am beautiful.My heart is gold.My sprirt is glowing.My attitude is bold.I am beautiful.My compassion is limitless.My intellegence is vast.My love is tenderness.
I can feel my blood boil. My eyes picking out all the imperfections. Harsh criticism that makes me bleed from the inside out.
Young Responsible Educated Kindhearted And Beautiful, Inside AND Out
I look in the mirror each day and see , a strong-willed student gazing at me.
They say it all the time. "Keep it together" But what am I keeping together?
I think, therefore I am But what do I think? What am I? What am I? I am beautiful I am free I am the fearful and wonderful creature that God made me to be
I see how people are self-conscious How people try to be confident I see how society brings us down How people say hurtful things
Quadrant I avouches positivityNo matter what angle you gaze fromEvery daybreak, we wake up in the origin
My body was my battleground. My skin parted like the Red Sea, and a surge of life came flooding over me. Dusk looked like the bruises on my bones. The war between mind over matter was never ending and some days all I could do was rest.
Self-seen The strongest I've ever been A societal strain Recites lies and prompts pain But I Refuse the abuse Fight hostility with happiness And affliction with bliss To be durable
Everyone is beautiful, Perfect. Just the way they are. Some might even saw, flawless, I mean, all humans have flaws, But are flaws really flaws when it makes them who they are?
I dont know about you but I wake up flawless everyday No doubt in my mind I'm beautiful in everyway
I’m the girl who is sheltered The one who has no fun I’m the girl who was homeschooled The one who hasn’t won? High school had so much Tell me I missed out I should have stayed in school
Loud nights, ears closed, doors locked, tired floors.
The painful words escape her lips Piercing my fragile heart with every word she utters I try to not show the pain but every now and then I slip
I am perfectly flawed From my head to my toe Im not perfect and no one is But I know my worth And I'm proud of who I am and of what I do
The metamorphosis from a chasm of doubt to noting my pure beauty Was the first thing that altered when I chose to unveil my eyes from false pretenses.
Everytime I see you my heart skips a beat. Everytime I smell you my mouth waters. Everytime I touch you my fingers tingle. Everytime I kiss you I get butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Everytime I close my eyes I see you.
Everything beautiful is either immensely frail or immensely strong. Memories, frozen in time, lasting one second. Lasting a thousand seconds. They are beautiful because they are so fleeting in our minds.
I will always believe in you though we’ve never shared a word The years that pass with grains of sand only to be remembered. In your tears I’ve understood every word no one else ever heard.
Why am I flawless. This poem can end here because I can simply just say I'm flawless because I'm me. But, I don't want to leave you with any curiousity, so, here's why I'm flawles.
When I was 11, I was told to branch Out of myself, but the twigs grew in weird places. When I was 12, I sat on a fallen petal and broke a twig. It hurt.
There are no flaws with the body I wear.
"Wear pretty clothes." they said. So I did. Some I felt fat in, some I felt uncomfortable. "Try some eyeliner." they said. So I did. It looked awkward; I felt unnatural.
I am flawless because of my acne I am flawless because of my awkward facial hair I am flawless because of my crooked pinky I am flawless pretty much everywhere My flaws don't define me
She's a weed among many the only difference is her timing while others are blooming
Your upraised so high, and I am so low I upraise you so high, each and every day Each night I lower you down, like a show We complete this task, even in the gray
When I was a young child, I loved myself. I confidently strutted my polka-dot sweater and striped skirt,
Who am I and who will I become, to fall far from the family tree or be the last one? Who will accept my failures and love my flaws? Everyone loves a girl who is always less flawed.
I sit and I stare into the mirror at my chest.
If I knew what I know now, Things would be way different then they are now, no lien, no cheating, no stealing, just love, and more love in the air when it comes to people around me they down me, some people even call me ugly ,fat or just mean mug
Listen. You are as beautiful as you say you are. so do me a favor and look in the mirror. and love yourself unconditionally.
I am beautiful, I am fine, I am kind. I am naturally blonde, Pansexual, a straight A college student, and genderqueer. I am beautiful, I am fine, I am kind.
My flaws make me flawless. My freckles, usually covered by makeup, are beautiful. My natural hair, a genetic mutation, is beautiful. My curves, or most would say extra weight, are beautiful.
Behind all the filters, my pictures hold natural beauty. Behind the makeup and touch-ups, I have freckles that engulf my face. Behind the smiles, I hold back years worth of overcome struggles
Like a sunflower, I am growing. As a child I was a like a seed,
In my eyes..
“You walk funny.” These words have plagued my school experience. No one knows the reason behind this walk, They don’t know that my muscles don’t work and I’m slower than the rest
Fancy clothes, all the boys, all the shoes. Yes Girl. That sounds like the dream, everything you need materialistic things. You're so heartless it stings. Yes Girl
Can you feel it? The embellishment of my essence. Do you understand what makes him valuable? It's his thoughts combined with his actions.
I am flawless. I am so flawless...you could say that I am lawless. My feet sweep the streets and keep the people who act aweless. From being in my presence.
Every second I think, "Why couldn't life be
I am Authentic I don't need the right lightening, or the right edit to have my picture get 1,000 likes or hearts. I am Authentic
The light that shines From the inside out It's beautiful-I have no doubt I see your light It's not like mine It's brighter, stronger All the time Can you see my dulling glow?
I am a beautiful black girl. I was born with beautiful kinky hair. I walk on beautiful thick thighs and I see through beautiful brown eyes.
Discolored Skin and Acne Marks..... I am BEAUTIFUL! Stretch Marks and Scars...... I am BEAUTIFUL!
Now I may not be that size small, medium or large, honey, I know, it.
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
What are filters? Filters are cover-ups, concealing the truth, Concealing the true identity to which the entity does not wish to share. They cover, so others do not see. From press, to speech, to a selfie,
What were you designed to look like? Looking at your self, in that dirty mirrior. Don't forget to bring make up with you to school, it wears of by lunch. How were you designed to feel?
My hair is frizzy, messy, and unkempt; My face is rounder than I would like it But all of those things aside and exempt I am me, and that's what makes me perfect I am not "fabulous" I'm FABUMORE
I share my story And I dream I am not what anyone expects of me I am beautiful And strong I will always stand tall You can say what you want, What you think
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
Beauty lies within me, No filter aka "No Filly",
Beauty is only skin deep I once was told A beautiful face could carry a heart of cold But what about the others who shine like gold ? Not defined as beautiful in the next teen magazine.
What is it that you see when you see me?
I have so much to do and so much to say And I know that if I was able to remove that one thing from my chest that one thing that keeps the light in
I'll take my crooked finger and point into the mirror reflecting straight off of me, I must've taken a step closer since I vivdly remember what I can still see. I used my hands to domesticate my wildly untamable hair,
Time after time I am told not to wake up from the pill induced coma that they put me in, Supposedly brainwashed and made to think this round peg could never fit in to a square opening. But I woke up like this.
I want to be somewhere where I can be beautiful to myself,
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
In life with #NoFilter, My expressions may seem bitter. From a less-white smile to acne, A filter may cover what others shouldn't see. However, In a world with #NoFilter, my ideal traits show-
I have been born.
"I am Flawless" I mean I guess....I didn't always think so though. The way my stretch marks curve over my lower. The baby tooth I have that refuses to come out.
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
Beautiful. Me? Strangers say so. And friends. I don't see it. Guys don't see it. I don't get a glance. They flirt with girls In shorts and spaghetti straps.
Flawless It is just a word People strive to become it People die to become it But it is just a word Beauty is in the eye of the beholder That's one person's opinon
I grab a rag from the old wooden stand; Society was staying my hand. Begging and screaming to not take it off; But as I stared at myself in the mirror; I was not happy with myself.
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 wear confidence like a fancy leather jacket crafted from Italy.
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
My hair my nails my tan? All rockin'! But how might you ask is my body not shockin'?
Ive never seen a women with hair so fair. Wrinkled skin but she wears Chanel. 92 with looks of 62. She's great. Warm Heart like her favorite blueberry muffin. Devastated by loneliness...
I am flawless because I'm flawed, The imperfections make me perfect, I'm flawless because I'm 6 foot 5, I have to duck in the shower, And check the pool's depth before I dive,
And there she stood. Mascara running down her face. Her hair knotted in soaked locks. Clothes, wet, clinging to her body. Every curve and feature magnified. He’d never seen a creature more beautiful
There I was another day spent counting miles subtracting calories calculating deficits. Run, run to look good, run to look pretty, run so boys will like you.
It looked original, body so curvy, eye's so blue, gray, green, even something a little in between, you know what I mean?
I connect every star with an imaginary line But also link our fate together with a single red thread. Love forged upon theinvisible path I paved Falls perfectly into my own celestial vision.
There is a white scar on my forehead
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
We judge before we know Accept those with media at their disposal A profile picture isn't a window to the soul You'll never know I'd stay up countless hours Talking, Talking, Talking
I'm not sure how to wear self confidence
We are all waiting for the day
Break the lense
I'm perfectly and wonderfully made
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.
Blonde hair and blue eyes, That's what makes me, ME;
"Look in the mirror and tell yourself you're beautiful' . I'd repeat it. Look in the mirror and say " I love you". I'd try , but nothing would come out . I'd go mute. I spent most of my life trying to hide myself.
I tilt my head up, it reflects the light better. Followed by the caption, carefully typed letter by letter. Should I use Valencia? it makes me look tan. This will definately get me famous, every "like" is a fan.
Aubrey Contreras FLAWLESS Scholarship 12/9/14 Self-Love
Sun rises up Sun shines on my face I open my eyes, stretch to Heaven and I sense God's smile upon me. Looked at myself in the mirror, what do I see?
Walking into class, I will not say a word. Blind glances, mute snickers, and invisible smiles fill the void. I am aware of many things. I laugh in a closed circle; my
love your photograph it's now all social media don't fear criteria getting likes, sharing pictures everyone has different scriptures. sometimes people feel insecure
The perfume of warm caramel married to spiced pumpkin permeates the amiable atmosphereThe stifling heat stammers a tired goodbye and welcomes the blushing breeze
Im flawless because my skin is as warm as the Sun dipped in Black. Onyx. Black Diamond. Black. Brown. Tan. As warm as the Sun dipped in Black. Trust me, I'm beatiful my friend. As warm as the Sun dipped in Black.
I AM HERE ! I AM ALIVE ! LOOK AT ME MAMA!
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.
Looking at my reflection every morning Never knowing what to expect Some days I love it some days I hate it But one day I look inside the reflection and see someone beautiful
I am who i am, no longer can anyone tell me who i am Tears flowed down my face, anger and rage flowed through my veins Those were the days when I wasn't who I am Now im at peace, My self esteem at its finest peak
Flawless or more like lawless I thought I could handle it but it was all a mess. People would judge my decisions But they don't recognize my superstitions Either way it doesn't matter
Numbers don't define me The numbers of my GPA The numbers in my bank account The number of hours I spend putting on make up Or rather The number of seconds I actually don't The numbers on the scale
Acne scars and facial blemishes My true beauty is what these do not diminish, It's the fact that I can get through the day with a smile Even when I'm sporting a messy hair style
Freak twisted, strange disturbing, unnerving, disgusting demented, insane, fantastic, beautiful thrilling, amazing, dazzling
My incapacity to despise my flawsis what makes me flawless.
No, I am not Kelly Clarkson I really do have hazel eyes, Its where my conscience hides It tells me I am beautiful But I deny It sings me lullabys when I cry about how pretty hurts,
Alone in the forest of the black gnarled trees They beckon for me to join them in the dark. No moon shines bright through where there should be leaves, Just black, bare. branches and bark.
To count on both hands how many flaws I have, but to see it adds up to more than 6, you must be mistaken. Then I realize, it is not my flaws that are counted, no it is the flaws that society,
I fill my lungs With the nebulas and stars. Breathe in the frost of the moons, Exhale the rays of the suns. I let my eyes dance like stars In the cosmic heavens above.
My lips are chapped and peeling and blistered and red and sore and raw but soft and plump and full and pink and curvy and luscious and perfect
I was once an ugly black girl with a big gap
Long limber legs clumsy yet cultured- diamond shaped face both priceless and scarred- bouncy brunette hair too complicated in the mornings but too simple at night- who is she?
I See,but the heart can see what the mind may
I think the hardest thing to accept -
The only way I can relieve all this missery all this pain is to scream,
Is there a thing as flawless? Or is that just something they taught us? Can anyone be perfect? And if so is it worth is? Being flawless is boring. It keeps the mind from exploring.
Soft hazel eyes A smile with infinite wonders As I enter a room I never encounter a stranger Im more than Flawless, Im Priceless A gem in my mothers eyes And a diamond in my Saviors
iWoke up like dis! My face is flawless From very rounded square edge Every small freckle My 3 beauty marks - they make triangle around my mouth The shine in my dark brown eyes
I don't care how I look I can control a fifteen hundred piund animal So I sure as hell do not need your opinion. I have struggled all my life to love myself And now that I do, I have never been happier.
My thighs stretch out across the seat when I sit.
How I am flawless? What a bore, These weak and fragile ideals, We hold them close, To build ourselves up, But the world in its flawless heart, Strikes us into chaos How am I flawless?
The way I love is so bizarre. You'd see it as I watch the stars on a late night, his hand in mine, as we talk of our future: oh, we'll be fine. I think of how this came about.
Confidence It wakes me up Puts a smile on my face She is my best friend My best girlfriend Confidence whispers compliments in my ear Throughout the day Just to get me through it
Three times I felt like I needed to end my life. Three times I felt like I couldn't keep going. Three times I felt flawed. Three times I looked myself in the eyes and found enough fire to keep fighting.
Someone once said that we all wear a mask to hide our true self and to fit in with the rest. But whose mask is the best. I think we have reached a point where everyone has a mask. I don’t know who I’m talking to and that makes me feel bad.
Sparkling thats how they're seen Blood shot how they feel after hours of work Portals to the soul thats how they're cliched
I am strong
Baby, I'm flawless No wrinkles, no scars. Curves from top to bottom And I can show you where they are. Baby, I'm flawless No stress, no fear. When I walk in a room
Modern times are curious. My eyes see the refreshed feed that refresh me and make me see. Fancily Photoshopped fellas “free of flaws” but they are unable to emulate me. Modern times are curious, see?
Many women are ashamed of their bodies. I was. I hated my stringbean figure, My straight hair that never does what it is told, My thick legs, My freckles, My glasses and my eye color.
Melt the liquid make-up from my solidified face. I have let my friends, my family, and myself weld it straight to my face. It masks my freckles, my fear, and my blemishes.
It's been my dream in life to be taken seriously To be intelligent To be adept To have a voice But at every turn it's If you just used a little rogue and shadow
A blurred version of myself stares back at me the trail of hot tear stains linger on my cheeks as I ask the reflection "am I beautiful?" the question presses into my mind,
Who taught you to hate yourself? From our curly hair to our Nubian skin They could never put us down
My heart whispers. And I panic. My heart will whisper and it will murmur. I was scared, And I couldn’t breathe, When my heart leapt forward, And forgot to beat, For the first time.
I am flawless not because of my looks, But rather because of the way I study my books I am flawless not because of the clothes I wear Because clothes can go out of style just like my hair
The mirror is my perfection. It reflects, contradicts, opposes And reflects, reveals, interposes. I am; I am not. Two same divided. It allows me to realize what pride hid: Mistakes, mess-ups, mull-sided
I don’t know myself or who owns my eyes. I feel like an actor; a ghost, a disguise, I’m a colorless stranger and I let myself rot; but others are special, and them, I do not.
I won't cry in front of you, but I'll cry over you. I won't let anyone see me break, but I break down. I want nothing more than to go to school and teach, but it seems like a long shot.
I woke up with slob stuck to my face but I'm still flawless Hair a mess, all over the place but I'm still flawless
Those words, flowing through my mind like a boat on the ocean. Up, down. Up, down. Where am I going?
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
Simple and elegant Clean and relevant Beauty is not but a pedal Or strong and dirty like metal Like fire and water together Arises spring in the stormy weather Nothing good you say is in earth
I'm no Barbie.But I Thought I Should be.Compared myselfTo girls of the Barbie standard.Hurt myselfThinking all about'perfection'.
I turn to the side and see my stomach fat bulging out,
Perfect She screams at me Without flaws She shouts in my direction That voice perching on my brain This one in a million day that I am knocking it out of the park
Hair in waves, eyes so green,
To my descendants: When I arrived in this role I had been given, love was blossoming in many ways. People were just learning to love people for who they are, what they are.
The curtains fall, their breaths' are hushed She enters the stage, cheeks a'flushed She's captured the moment, they are rapt attent On the edge of their seats, even Lord Gent
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,
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.
BEAUTIFUL Life is a BEAUTIFUL place So BEAUTIFUL that it shouldn’t be taken away
One less insult whispered sweet For flawless smile, flawless me I’m unbroken from head to feet Seamless lips, don’t they see? I’m perfect, so don’t crush desires
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
Who is that girl with that frizzy,curly hair? Well that's me that looks impefectly, No need to dress up or try to impress, As everybody knows, I am different from the rest, From my long toes to my big nose,
I am Kiersten.
Why does the wind blow on the other side? Feeling as if I'm trapped in my own of forgetfullness
Horrid and Sad I begin to think why doesn't anyone love me/ Gruesome is what I had come to believe I was Little did I know I was Beautiful Crying so hard with no words to say
The wind gently blows. The leaves fall from the trees, down down down they go. The smell of marshmellows roasting in the campfire fills the autum air. There's a sudden rustling of crisp leaves. Campfire songs are sung.
My girls are beautiful Yes, more beautiful than just what they see in the mirror My girls are special
Momma always told me "girl you have the most beautifulest eyes."
I am beautiful The face that I hide It's beautiful It has always been good enough It always will be I am beautiful The dirt that you see on me is beautiful Because it means that I can work
Writing you this poem reflects my lovemakes you doubt, it’s hard to concealAccused to things that’s hard to dealso please erase the doubts above. Trust is like freeing a dove
See these feet:
my name is Samantha, please call me Sam. i sing and play guitar, i like to smile. i have brown hair and brown eyes, i'm pretty. someday i will be very successful.
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.
I am a bird.My voice holds the powerto sing you to sleep—to lull you into a dreamlike state of mind.
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.
in a room where darkness is like a thick mist in the air i slowly slip off his shirt i caress the smooth skin on his chest his neck my lips lock his as he unzips my jeans
Who knew the month of October could nourish my spirit and comfort my eyes wth a warmth of pure light and a never-ending bliss? Gold is delicately interwoven in the
Crisp air, pumpkin spice, gloomy skys. Ringing of a bell, and a rush of young kids. Laughing of old jokes lost in the separtion of summer. Sharpen pencils, and new books. Sniffling of colds and curing of hot coco
Oh! The leaves crunch beneath my feet And the only human sound is my heartbeat! Looking to the horizon, I see the changing trees; Their glorious, colorful beauty makes me quiver at the knees.
A special poem for you from me a special bond no one can see I’m thankful for all the things you have done for me I’m thankful for you always being there cause when my heart was hurt I felt like no one cared for me but when I need someone to vent
Truth, or lies? Beautiful eyes Hide the pain. Scars and marks, In the dark Is her world. Dripping red, The girl is dead, And yet she cries.
Black and white days with overcast waves, gently fade away the summer daze. The leaves, they break up with the trees and fall helplessly for the dew kissed ground. A spectrum of green and brown that bring with them a warm sound.
Emblazoned within the wet works of my brain, A time remembered as happiness so true— There rests a memory, mellifluous too, As the bees buzz with the sun’s rays and warm rain.
We live in a world where the world beautiful
A fallen leaf, An empty street, Cool air in my chest, It’s the time of the year I like best, Silence all around, No animals to make any sound, Time seems to stand still,
The leaves are falling slowly, gently, scattered It’s a little windy, not breezing, not so strong
So sweet and kind People may not see it, but I’m not completely blind… You fill people with joy With your beautiful smile…
The clouds stroll in; they strengthen the ice blue sky. The orange and red pop against puffs of heavy rain. Sweaters unearthed from cobwebs and dust. Warm maroons and toasty browns
The brilliant bright blue sky,The super sized sun,
I once read "A butterfly cannot see the beauty of its wings," and it really got me thinking. Is there really someone out there who finds me worth seeing? Am I more than just a thorn
I don't think I was ever meant to be beautiful.
A lone bird sings, In the distance a bell rings. On a big hill, Stands an abandoned wind mill. All is quiet through the day, And at night, a wolf finds his prey. What a beautiful sight,
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.
When I used to look in the mirror, I would see A girl who struggled, but yet was sometimes pretty. I struggled with my relationship with my family. Although they clothed, fed, housed, and spoiled me,
numbness is not romanticpain is not beautyand struggling is not beautiful
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,
A white porcelain doll, Is never hidden in fear, She is never covered in regret, But she has something I love, The power: To forget... No mind to consume her time, No passion to lust for,
I hide behind it and look outhow are you? It nods, acqueses and smiles withoutwho am I? I see the inside and feel the paindon't show it! On the surface there's no complaintwhat is it?
Look into my eyes and you will see, the different side there is to me. Secrets that I've hidden so long that I sometimes forget, all the lies he told me, and all of this regret. Look into my soul and you will feel,
Everyone has a suicide.
You look beautiful, as the sun is settin Your face glimmers along with the Heavens On a scale of one to ten, you're an eleven You must be why God rested on day seven You are so fine, so so fine
"I have sea foam in my veins I understand the language of waves" it's so fortunate: You're the eye of the storm & I won't ever board up my windows, you've got me upside down and inside out
The hummingbirds are still whirring their wings to that coronal metronome. Sending shivers through the shrapnel in an intrinsic trance with each wink. Thank God you've found a use for all that room,
The Earth is like a beautiful cloud, Just to be on it makes me feel proud. If only I could just release The world from War and Hell into Peace.
And everything I saw was beautiful;
I used to think it was beautiful To sacrifice yourself For someone you love Until someone I loved Sacrificed himself For me
The days slowly creep past me, so suddenly And as the deepest orange sunray peek upon the horizon before making its appearance.. I'm alive
There is a beauty in everything There is a beauty in simplicity In the simplicity of a smile That shines as bright as the sun that warms every inch of my body In the simplicity of laughter
"Skinny isn't beautiful; curvy is."
I see youWith the razorAnd youWith the lighterI notice your scratchesAnd I hear your silent criesWhile you grip that rope
You know what's beautiful?
This is for the girls who lie awake at night,
The worlds a stage and we are just mere actors, But the stage is too large, the lights to bright The audience won’t like us if we aren't just right Just the right amount of funny, pretty, smart, kind We panic under the pressure but it’s all just
Dreams guid us...
Love is what I want but I can't have Constantly taunt with a heart cut in halve Hoping for a chance but then afraid Just one glance and I would be swayed I love you
What makes me, me? Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet? What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
A green parakeet eats seeds ever so peacefully chirping on a tree
She looked more than stunning,
I woke up with the thought of you, When it asked me when you'll return, I smiled and said but were through, It said well tell him to make a u-turn, I told you he doesn't want anything to do with you,
How could he just break my heart and not give me a reason. Could it be the month? or maybe the season? How could he make me feel like I’m trash?
So what if I take up a little more room than the average person does To me........that just means I'm a little more to love Im just LIFESIZED See I go in public they look and they stare
I am a work of art, I am a masterpiece, My curves are my definition, that is what defines me. The shape of my nose,
And as for us... We are like words. Apart, such vulnerability, or an innocence maybe but only existing alone. Like single words, you feel invaluable until connected with others,
Cognitively Not where I should be Feelin' crazy Not lookin' like me Mental pictures Leavin' me unsure Disturbing thoughts Have gotten me caught
Not many know what it feels like to be scared senseless. To be terrified of a person so much it leaves you breathless. To look them in the eye after they leave you black and blue.
I will die. Young perhaps I will be put in a coffin The color of coal With a rainbow on top I will be beautiful Surrounded by fine silk With the smell of roses
The words fall from your lips, Ever so softly.
She was always criticized for her dark skin, “Chileee when the Lord made you, He must have forgot to set the timer and just left you in!” She was left too long in the oven, Her skin wasn’t made for loving.
Deletion. Every single one gone. The memories are fading away. No way of looking back into the past. No young faces nothing but a faded thought. Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
I'm the pe
I am black and beautiful
Love. It comes in many forms. The love a parent has for their child. Instant. The love a dog has for its master. Unconditional. The love a sibling has for another. Growing.
Happy What Is It? They say Its money They say Its not money What is Happy? They say Its family They say its marriage What is Happy? Is it light? Is it dark?
I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces
How many times have they whispered your name as you walk by They point at you across the hall They giggle as you go into class I know that you notice them when they do But do you listen to them
I’ve known you for a while now You and I are close friends We’re best friends I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman People made fun of you They hurt you
Shh. They can't hear you. Shh. You can't talk about that. Shh. What will everyone think? Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
BEAUTIFUL THERE ARE TWO KINDS OF BEAUTY. THERE’S IN AND OUT; BUT ALWAYS REMEMBER THE IN IS WHAT IT’S ABOUT. YES, LOOKS ARE NICE. YES, LOOKS CAN BE GREAT.
It's always a good time for a drink. Drank Drunk Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
You go out there and you fly You're tired of people making you feel small. youre tired of feeling like you'll never amount to anything. But let me tell you, one day you WILL fly.
the love between us
We all have problems So who are you to come at me Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand In spite of what you have come to "know" We are the same, having a bad day
Music inspires seeds of intellectual concept to sprout from a fresh mind. Weeds find their way into a mix of ideals when the presence of spirit is in question.
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak. not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain. I cant breathe. I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
You do not have to shimmer to be gold Look at Frida Kahlo, in all of her glory People look at her, unibrow and all And she is well known and liked She didn't pluck, wax, or tweeze
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
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
The nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:
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 glows with beauty. She is stronger than anything that comes her way. She is a diamond.
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Believe To Achieve To Beleive You Must Achieve Over Come Fears And Regrets Stress Or Non-Stress
A writer in math class Words on my paper, don’t know what they say.
Drowned by outgrown adulthood, haikus wither to dull-inked veins that curl and snap under pressure of another member laid to rest. Like bones, syllables line the ground, curling bending as
For such a long time, I wished I would feel,
He said yo midget but I kept on walking little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
Beautiful: Adjective "Exciting aesthetic pleasure; Generally pleasing". What the definition doesn't tell you, Is that beautiful,
It doesn't make sense, how someone so young, Would hate themselves so much And feel so unloved. We pay respect to the dead, But why not to the living? Why do we only care,
All I wanna do is play, But I'm watching the days pass away, And although you don't give me toys to chew, Master I will always love you, You walk in the door and I'm happy,
Strings attached Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares I'm your puppet darling Strings attached Center with each, individual, socket
It was a warm summer day, And I was packing my backpack, To go home for the day, Off the beaten track. As I looked up, And turned to leave, This bright face lit up,
Words cannot express the emotion in my body Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
confident yet insecure
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart For what I feel it expresses in words It is not scripted to what it must be But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee It dances to life with creativity
Lips are... Sweet Sexy Plump Small Big Round Pale Beautiful ..... A kiss is Peaceful Arousing Delicious Silly Aggressive Personal
I come from a family that didn't have much Seems like each day the road would get tough The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
Skinny, curvy you're beautiful tall, short you're beautiful purple, orange, green, white, blue, black you're beautiful
We live in a world where society rules most of us We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
I've got a confession to make I lost myself…. I lost myself in trying to hold on to someone Who didn't care about losing me
Bruno Mars lied to you girl. He said that you are beautiful just the way you are, but you aren’t. My friend, you are beautiful just the way you are supposed to be! Not plastic: covered in powder,
Writin' this for Power Poetry, Hopin' that they notice me, And I hope to see this scholarship, Cause man these loans, They make me sick, Emptied pockets,
Dirt on the flowers Smudges on the mirror Scars on a face Not all as they appear Some turn and run Others point and jeer For what's on the outside Is all there is to cheer
Looks are deceiving
From the moment I saw you, I knew you were a heartbreaker.
It's 12:10am as i write this my darling insomnia fueling my abyss feeling cool and calm as music fills the air though as calm as i feel i can't ignore my thoughts the thoughts that i can't bear
They call me 2 chairs Alls i get is deep stares Feelin like im commonly confused
Full of knowledge I received Rooted deep in earth I didn’t have to travel I am the inner cup Half full kind of tree I listen to remember Listen to the wind Who carries stories
Black and White, for some that is all there is the stark constrast of good and bad, right and wrong, rich and poor, thick and thin. What ever happened to gray? to shade, to shadow,
it keeps us alive our eyes glow, our hearts beat. No matter the distance, as long as it is not within us. embrace the mystical mystery that plays like a musical.
I can go for days
Are you staying true to the dream of the adolescent you?
The streets are empty. Life turns shallow this time of night. The stop lights continue to change, but there is no one around. The beauty of it remains, but the sadness takes shape.
Love Strong, wonderful Confusing, amusing, amazing A beautiful magical feeling Trust
Forty poems later but for you this is number one, read this and I’ll show you more to come. Dear lord give me the confidence, this girl’s got me in the power trip.
It’s been twelve years since I have felt alone and like something is missing in my life.
I think about you every now and then You're not my friend No you're too akward, even to pretend I guess it's whatever So shy and sweet, until she crys and you're not there to sweep her off her feet.
Someday we shall meet and everything will fall in place, without the any notice and your arrival and be unexpected, when I have fallen you will be there to help me back up,
What is life? Living in a country where freedom is the key Yet, being told what to do till you die Being expected to be perfect Being expected to become rich Yet, you get critizied by the color of you skin
As we stare into each other's eyes
I am not who you think. I am more than this. I have to be. I will not end. Some part of me remains.
People hurt people. People hurt eachother because they've been hurt by people. People killing eachother over people, afraid to love because the pain caused by people.
If you think of Spring, what do you see?Flowers, eggs, bunnies, or bees?I see the grass, green and lush;The streams filled with a serene gush.The sky is a blanket, infinite and blue;
Into the mist
turn up the volume
I am someone who never gives up, fighting for what I believe in, fighting through dangers I face:
When the sun shines through the clouds and the world seems to glow.
Life is to be heard. It you don't take a chance, why are you living?
I just want someone who will be simply content by my side. Someone smart and funny. Who will be happy having me, flaws and all.
Black darkness. 1:34 a.m. Thinking of you: Good morning. I miss you. But then I remembger you have embarked on a journey that I am no longer part of. But still - Good morning.
Missed you today. It's been a while.
You live to be loved, but what is there to love when so many are wanting to survive and do not have the heart to stop and think - if they were to love, it'd be okay, It'd be okay.
I remember how much it hurt, I recall the betral, I can still feel the pain. The hurt of your smiles, smiling as if everything's the same. I saw it coming, I just never got around
They come and go, as they always do. Some linger longer than others. And yet others still are oblivious. But who can blame human nature? Stay detached.
As I try to grasp upon this abstract feeling within me, "butterflies" as they call it, bewildered by the tension pressuring my cells running through me, pumping wildly and surging through my veins,
Lost of air... that's the feeling. Loss of heart, and the loss of care. It's the loss of the part you used to hold, the loss of the feelings you thought you had shared, It was 'mutual'.
You fill my veins with poison, you drive my mind insane, It's you who leave me unwanted, my soul so filled with pain. I try to walk away, forget you, I try to never look backm
I didn't mean to fall in love, like how you didn't mean to say goodbye, Like how you didn't mean to find another, another perhaps better than I. I didn't mean to fall in love,
love love is a distinguished feeling a true feeling it can be imagined but better when experienced love is pure love is kind love is found in the deepest barriers love is unexpected love is bright
Time FreezesPupils Dilated
Living out of bags Going from friends to friends When Life gets this bad When It ends, It ends You put the buzzed to the side Cause you know they've lost your mind And the world says you lost
I am the secret adventures through the woods.I am the distant sounds of singing.I am the late night games of tag with childhood friends.I am the voices intertwining to become one song.
He is often my 3 AM thoughts and lie there hoping that I am his.
I might not live to take in my next breath,
What is Love? Is it fair? When one loves someone, yet the other doesn't care. Is love a war? Is love a fight? Is love worth all those sleepless nights?
Can't you see words hurt? Does it make you feel better? When you say hateful things, Or put others down for your comfort. Others have feelings too, times where we want to be done.
I cause concern Make heads turn While all my heart can do is yearn For you to understand That this was God’s command Not some man’s demand And that This life in the hood Is a choice
I'm lost and confused, I've been mistreated, I feel used, I fall in love and get refused.
You know the feeling... The one where you swear you could fly when you're around that one person yes that one of course....love it is painful yet we seem to go through that pain again and again why?
One job may change my life.
Subliminal messages being fed to our brains
We never know when we're going to dieor how long we'll live. So we spend most of our lives wondering why.
I am trapped air. I want to scream but I cannot speak
I don’t want to be anywhere, anywhere but here
Your arms wrap around my waist. Mine hold your neck. You pull me tight, And lift me off my feet. The smile that lights my face is permanent, It won't go away. The seconds feel like minutes
My heart races with every thought of you
When I was five I was asked Roberto, what do you want to be? What do you see your self being when you're older?
You never know what the future will bring you nor do you know who will be there when you wake, life is a game of risks and chances the real question is how do we handle the grasp of it
Who is this girl we call Beauty? Where can she be found? What does she look like? And what is her sound?
I don't wanna go no where I just want to stay right here feel the love is this room and only feel it with you se your smile so bright and the glow in your eyes I see my forever
Her stride so poised She floats with every step she makes in her nude Pigalle heel Demeanor, so regal it demands respect
Meghan was a single mother of two She worked until her fingers were red and blue Her poor children would always whine and whine One day she decided that would be the last time they whined
When did she become more than just a breeze?
I think it sucks that we only have mirrors and pictures and selfies to see who we are. To see the light manifest itself in a way that shapes the reflection of our bodies and our scars and the things that scare us.
Girl stands alone in her bathroompleading for solace.Eyes lock on the mirror,the reflection of a girl with possibilities a mere stain.She is there,she exists,in every corner that Girl turns.
I find it impossible To tell the world you love somebody Until you truly know The color of their eyes And I don't mean The generic Birth certificate answer Her eyes are not blue
Loved Unconditionally SS <3 Mystery women Profound and grand in nature Like a jewel
Ran By heart Go in new Not as old Be bold Leap with hope Being dope
Always There Bright and smooth You heal my wounds Far and close, you seem right here
there was a moment a weak, broken moment where I wanted us to end not because I didn't love you not because you weren't exactly what I needed not because I wasn't happy
If I could,
My pen gliding against the paper Drawing out my words A voice thats unknown, A desire to be heard Music, art, writing, A mind full of words, A voice of meaning, And the hatred of lying
A religion based on the belief that god exists in writing, pouring your life onto paper to recieve enlightenment to a place so inviting.
I have the chance to change one thing in this world. I have the chance to change one thing in this big messed up beautiful world. So I jump up, throw my arms in the air,
Why hesitate? Is it getting late? Are you scrutinizing the clock to wait for the time in which it will shut the gate? Why so quick? Do not fall for life’s stupid trick!
She lived in Kenya, Only knew her ABC's, Moved to America at eleven years old, Taught herself English, No one helped her, She fell behind, And yet her heart never failed,
To the one with unbearable anxieties and sorrows, Holding you back from living and breathing towards tomorrow Believing that the light of hope on your Savior's shoulders Will fail to reach you in time
Why is it that you can’t see Your own beauty? I wish I had a million words to Describe you. What is it that makes you Quietly doubt my love? I wish I had a million words to describe it.
Don't worry. You shouldn't do that. Just close your eyes. Close your eyes and forget about everything. Forget about pain. Forget about your troubles.
To forget...To love...To heal Love cannot be earned nor learn I am thankful that you never left But it's time for you to go Smile just like the way you used to smile with me
A three year old said "i love my mommy"A six year old said "i love my toys"But, what is love?A 1en year old said "i love my friends"A fifteen year old said "i love him"
Your love knotsare tied aroundmy heart
I lay still Still I lay While they look down at me I am dressed in satin. With my hair just so And a rose within my grasp Their eyes do cry They cry from their eyes
My dream is my job Where I get to travel and creat and invent Oh, no, no ,no, child They say No, you must get a job that makes money Singers make money And they do what I love
I don’t judge. I tell the truth.
We are defined Not by the hearts that beat within us
Those long nights You believed would never end, Filled with tears and fright That push you from the mend, Will one day join together By the hand of God on high, And become a feather,
One, Two, Three, Four, are you eager for it's shore? The pale face rises into night, soldiers stand watch with eyes of glimmer and shine. we stand watch on the woods of our sailors
A sad girl Who's been heartbroken and left to soak in her own tears. Left to drown without any support in her own fears.
Today is today, I mean that's what everyone says. But today is the day that I hide , in the shadows, faces of you are revealed in my sight. I'm afraid to ever walk in those steel doors, because with me you have no insight.
It’s the name of the game the power of change It’s the posers and the lame those who stay the same When you look in the mirror and you see nothin’ but the lies fed to us since childhood,
As I lay d
So I live in beautiful, sunny Honolulu, Hawaii Pristine beaches and year-round summer weather Right? True For the most part. I walk to school every morning, 10 AM
i look back and see the pain you brought me i must forgive you in order to move on. just another chapter in my life that beginning with a brighter start. we learn to forget only if we forgive.
you look at me with soft brown eyes
Love .... One of the craziest words in the dictionary.
I'm the color of your eyes, you're the color of my socks, so what? He protested: but what about me?
dewdrops of God's tears, don't you feel sad? wash away the mask on your face, and release the truth within. I said: I don't wan't to cry for my sins.
i was never as strong as Them She fought a long battle, where i could only last for a short time
can't you see her eyes? like a caramello down on gumdrop lane, I succumb to your sweet treats. Hair as icing on a birthday cake, guess I'm lucky. Body as full as a lucious apple,
Sway with my boulders and broad shoulders, swiftly as trees and as good as bees, you and me should be a team. Footsteps like rocks but attractive as tater tots. Whether it's the arch of my back,
Ever thought of me tot? maybe if I bicker and tinker and be a stinker you'll tot on my thought you spotted pot. Dare ya to try and out smart my thought!
Used like a toy for laughs, abused till' the brain stews, left as an abandoned child. Why do this to me dear?
I search, but never find the key that unlocks my mind. The truth to a lie, a clue to crime. A heart that never dies, a soul that never cry's.
Art relates to me. Art is the creative skill and imagination presented to the world. Every stroke of paint an artist adds on a canvas, every stitch a designer puts in a piece of clothing
let me in. show me around your heart. let me in. ill mend every scar.
At First is was all smiles and Hi's Shy looks away Trying not to get caught looking anyway Confusion, fear of rejection I’ve never felt like this before, though So how do I know how I feel?
Rosy were of her lavish cheeks, What a shadow the flourescent moonlight leaves Complimented by the icy crystals traveling down in trails towards her heart It's a wonder how such chaotic strife can be such beautiful art
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
Life is unfair The adults all preach it But it takes so long for you to believe it You ride the waves Until the board breaks
Screw the people who break us down so much, that we become senseless and open If that’s an opportunity, damn, love, just consider me your token Let’s strip the truth of all its beauty
When we live in the freedom country,
How I love to sing It's how I use my voice The way I get my words out It brings me great joy Music is my everything It's there when life just isn't enough When I have a bad day
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,
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,
I resent my own species for damning so many others, Extinguishing those to whom nature is also mother If I could change one thing, I would open humanity’s eyes,
What would I change if I were allowed to? I would change the world’s view of beautiful. How we saw girls today was wrong, I knew. Remember when beauty was just youthful? Young girls don’t know how wonderful they are.
All I want is to write beautiful words and to speak as if my tongue spun silk.
I've lived a life that's safe. Free of rejection, and what come's with it...
The stars; so far yet so near. Though impossible, I can feel their soft whispers through the night. Rippling in my ear, each has a story to tell, A story of the beginning, the now, and the end.
An obsession An addiction. It tortures me, but I need it. I got to know the number on the scale. Restrict my food. Binge eat. Purge. Thoughts of laxatives.
When I look at their faces, Drenched in perfection, When I flip the pages, I look into their eyes, like they're masked in disguise, they look so ideal, This cannot be real,
Diseases, diseasesKeep me with Jesus. My name's not punk,Nor am I junk.To give you a start,I have my own heart.
I saw a picture of her Somewhere With snow in her hair And a forgotten smile Holding a snapshot Of her simple beauty I thought I recognized her… She had a bad habit of
Blue reminds me of when I didn't know you, Of when I never heard the words "You arebeautiful"Blue reminds meof when the world was movingBut I was standing still It reminds me of wanting to be alone
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
I drift in and out of sadness Explode with manic madnessI can't control your loveOr make you wish you had this But it's sad - thisBottomless hungerHeart - banging like thunderSitting up at night
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
She’s got old eyes Deep eyes Window-to-the-soul eyes Ocean eyes Ancient eyes Never-let-you-go eyes She’s got queen eyes Strong eyes Lift-you-from-your-knees eyes
A smile. A small but powerful act of kindness,
To be beautiful is to feel comfortable in your own skin, to not care what other people h
I guess you could say that beauty is pain. I like to think that pain is beauty, pain makes us stronger. The pain of heartbreak, The pain of losing somone you love, The pain of love itself,
We come from small town U.S.A. We come from far and wide Each of us here, bare a different hide No two of us the same in our beliefs and what we see
Depression Terrifying, weakening Ripping, tearing, killing, Done with life
The rocks cry your name The ground shakes The skies in flames I'm on my knees I see you through the fire Arms up, just longing And what am I? Just a liar But you reach down for me
When the storm has passed Run away, run right past The civilized world And you will find me in my cave, curled I will look up To find the faintest stroke of luck Day will always turn to night
What has this world come? Who says you arent beautiful if your not a size 2? People these days never seem to surprise me,always following the new trend. Well, i say today, today is the day it needs to end.
One Direction! Its like an infection Harry, Niall, Louis, Zayn and Liam Biggest boy band ever, It almost as if they gave me a fever I love them, yes I do.
The first time the light crosses the eyes of a new seed. A new breed that breathes the air of the diseased. Fall victum to the wonders of what life would be until actuality falls in between to help you realize how life could be.
Looking at myself, Smile, that’s all I need to do Be happy and live
Beautiful, truthful words can’t be spoken without being thrown out by others. This is why I throw all my little, meaningful words into a pretty little box… They are for no one else to see but me.
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
I was pretty once When I was sixteen or Seventeen maybe Or somewhere between:
From the beginning I fell.
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
Society has a mindset, a mindset that you have to look like a photoshopped picture on a bilboard or magazine.
The Love Song of Martha Alvarado “Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it.
Ana is my best friend, Or so I thought she was. Ahe fills my head with lies To constantly disguise The fact that she's no good for me. Truth be told, She's killing me. "Beauty is pain"
Brown baby girl With your eyes wandering wildly I cannot shield you from the world I cannot stop you from being yourself But I can tell you what I think you should be
I am the freshness that takes everything up. I am the delta of barks that carries a life source. I am the clear blue horizon. I am the green that protects every step you take. I was once everywhere and everything.
You tell me you aren't special,
You don't think that your beautiful so you doubt yourself, its come to the point that the $5 dollar Gucci bag that you copped on canal street and the fake eyelashes know more about
At some point or another, we all will want to quit.Everbody's been there. Go ahead and admit.But at some point in time, we will see how good life can get.
The difference in me is great, the becoming of my life will bring me to my fate, the mysterious I have for myself brin
It's really a funny thing, people assume those who are the sadest: never smile
If only they knew , if only i could say..i hate coming to school everyday. Not because of the lunch, or the switching my class rush.
I am reaching out to youBut you cannot or will not hearCan’t you see that I am in need?You look without seeing my tears I am so lonesome. All by myself
you will never know unless you are in that persons shoes
It can come on slow and it can come on fast Sometimes you’d never know it’s even happening Your palms start to sweat and your heart is about to burst
Used to be friends our first year Fast-forward, I’m standing here Halls are deserted, no one in sight Here you come from behind and body check me on the right That’s how it started
She may have finally done it She may have finally found her path The sky blue comforter was appealing, But with deep thought, She found that its arms of cotton, Its pillows of visions of fantasy,
There's a saying. It's quite old. There's a saying. That's often told. "Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words with never hurt you" I don't believe that this is true.
You're on an endless quest of seeking individuality All while trying to contain your fucking sanity. Which is pretty hard when the world's against you. And no one gives a shit about what you been through.
Let her alone You don't want to go in that zone She's a freak of nature
She was a very young girl Life just started it would seem About fifteen years old Life being torn by the seams
Endless is the time Help me to understand Beauty is boundless
She stands speechless as the colors dribble down the wall
I'm a glass house. Just take a glance, you'll know if I'm home or not Maybe a light is on, music is playing Peer a little deeper to be sure that I'm not Survey my windows to see if you can find me,
From the time we come into this world To the time we pass away, Our souls continue to grow I have a growing soul. When we begin to crawl, walk Then talk, Our souls continue to grow
Amethyst is the color of the sky before it turns black It is stuck between lavender and purple,
Living in darkness seemed the best way Light never reached my face as I lay As the fabric of life seemed to fray Hateful words spoken in spite Light was no longer in my sight
I was their, but at the time, wasn't Looking upon my cold, pale body of the open casket. My blonde hair was straightened Cascading down my back Eyes shut, and lips glossy Shot twice in the chest
Comfortable in your own skin Perfect the way you are You define your beauty What happens when this becomes a lie Doctors list imperfections When you’re told you need to be fixed
What a wonderful time; For a wonderful change; To celebrate America's; Another coming of age. Oh beautiful our country is; Another year to renew; United we stand;
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A young girl is brokenThat poor girl shed tearsThe little girl is leavingNo one even hears Crying, she falls asleep at nightWaking up seems to be a curseNo one ever loves herMaybe its time to go home
There is no day that goes by I feel angry with the world I sit quietly in my room I pray for a better tomorrow… How would my life be Without fear and sadness? How would it feel to be
Music is in everything, it is everywhere. From the gravitating pull of rocks avalanching down a mountain, to the sound of my fingers caressing my scaple through my hair.
Screw them. Screw them and their conformity I am beautiful I am beautiful despite the bump on my nose I am beautiful despite the acne on my temple
Maybe it's time, that I give you a simple rhyme. A reason to listen, as my eyes glisten. I'm tired of the lies, those that binds and ties; my very soul from becoming whole. I may not be the poster child, but I wasn't raised up wild. Don't mock
Your thumbnails are very beautiful, I’m sure you think so too; You must be very proud of them, gorgeous, pink, and small; I can tell you love them very much, because staring at them is all you do.
Say what you want, do as you please for I know that whatever you doin ain't gonna happen to me. You can scowl,snarl, and glare but I'm untouchable like the air. You may say your wicked taunts and do your evil
Isolated from your peers, alone and rejected, different from the others, you feel diseased, infected. it's impossible to change everyone, difficult to get it through their heads,
Chains Chains clinking metal frozen wrists bound reaching for freedom no key to set me free or strength to uncuff
Sticks and stones break bones, And they aren't always alone, Cause sometimes words hurt even more, Leaving behind a heart truly sore, And beating three beats behind,
You banged on my heart like your fists were a drum; You gathered me sweetly in arms like a dove— You told me “always” under the sun.
Beauty is not what she portrays, for beauty itself portrays her. She is the definition of beauty itself so calm, so soft, yet so eloquent
I am the ugly sister. These are the words I can’t escape. I cannot escape the rejection, or the hate. I am the one that no one comes to claim. My sister says the muffin top will go away, that I need to work harder.
These walls of insecurities breach the subconscious and prevent perseverance Incoherence blown to oblivion there are exponential credentials of potential yet the lack of a free spirit
Fireflies dance beneath the moonlight, Their little bulbs flashing bright. The crickets sing their favourite song, Encouraging me to sing along. The smell of flowers tints the air,
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.
Have you ever felt that feeling, Where time flies way too fast? You're only half way through your freshman year, And you're already looking back. Was there ever a moment, When you thought it'd never end?
You know that couple. The one that is always together And he would do anything that she asked. Their sugared embraces, Their striking stares. But their eyes hide what lingers behind closed doors.
Cradled by solitude Because of other's attitude Death, depression, and disfigurement do a bully make Leaving destruction in wake. Take a soul, bottle it up Pour out a wretched thing.
A soft whisper in the dark room sounded Whimpers flowing from her lips as he pressed against her A normal Friday night as the lovers embraced roughly
It falls and breaks Into a song of phoenix. A crumpled paper underfoot, Silver squids in the fleeing tree. Shoes on cats, one two three,
You are beautiful. You are your own unique self. Self of mind, and appearence No matter what you look like. You are still beautiful.
Who cares, I don't I just want to go home. Who pays attention to this stuff anyway. Wait, it's what, no way. You what, can't be. Oh, well it's over.
It is she….The quiet one who isn’t necessarily muteHer mind is loud, and I wonder how she does it.How does she maintain such a typical face?Yet her mind is circulating with all of these negative thoughts…. It is she….That girl who is self-deprecat
All my life I've been silent, Never let out a peep Even when tumbling down hills, rough and steep Before I cry out in pain, I hear my mother's voice Hush! Be quiet. Don't complain When I go to church
I hear sections of beautiful words inside my head.I even feel the parts that lurk in my heart,But it takes time for me to find the right ones and patch them togetherTo make them presentable and even then,
The beginning of love is happiness But when it gets to the middle It begins to change So try and have patince looking for the right one Because the right ones are hard to come by Patience is the key to love
Wake up! Screeshes the alarm clock, only 25 till' 7,Shooting down the stairs skipping all 11,no time ,no time,I race to school,The night still aflair,the bell rings but most students dont care,
7:30, i hit the button.By 8, i'm out the house. Running late but still get coffee.Nothing's stopping me now.On the the way to class, i saw my friend.It looked like she had cried.
She’s kind Though she never really says much She smiles Though it never really seems real She laughs Though she never really seems to enjoy being around She’s here, doing what she has to do faithfully
A beautiful painting in desguise A gem that’s been overlooked From the light that shines in her eyes When she gives you a look Her beauty knows no bound Though it’s hard for her to see
Tears like rain fill oceans of sadness; It’s the pain that we hide – greater than we see; I’ve spoken to broken looking for suns to soak in, But the heart is missing Where a soul leaves space.
We hold a high position.Standing with a strong attitude in the way we walk and talk.No man will respect the women who can’t run her own race, but every man will respect the woman who can hold her own.
All the tulips, All the same, Blooming in the bright, yellow sun. All the tulips, Not one different, Blowing in the gentle breeze. One day I go back, To all the tulips, Still the same,
Black engulfs the world around me. Everything is still; No wind, No light, Just me and the darkness that surrounds me. How did I get here? Did I jump, Did I fall,
I smile in the mirror, I see something wrong. I have pimples, My hair is damaged, My mouth is too long. I say to myself: You're ugly, You're not loved. But I heard much different,
you know its spring when,a chalky finger points the wayon the face of broken pavement too,a tulip gardens bed and,a splash of color grows.
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
I'm completely amazed I mean how could i forget your warm touch, your deep enchanting gaze How we would would talk for hours and never get tired The way we were meant for each other Like we were wired
Tapping the pencil against a desk, the scraping of a chair across the hardwood floor,running fingers along the keys of a piano lost in thought, what is that intangible, sweet tasting sound I've come to adore? My ears have per
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
We constantly hide our faces, like the luminous sun shieldsbehind the colossal dusky clouds.
When I was a little girl, I snuck out at night. Out through the side window and All the way out to the park behind the school. Past all their cruel jokes. When I finally felt reality slip away
Music reminding me of you, Is the music that's most sweetest. Places that we were, Makes places more beautiful. The words that you spoke, Made words seem so powerful. People that remind me of you,
Sun So bright Keeps me warm Keeps me light In the morning You start my day But after noon You fade away Then I start to think Why do you leave day after day? After I realize
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,
I wait and watch to hear my name, I wait until to see what tomorrow brings, I wait and I find myself listening, hoping, and dreaming. Ohio brings what Arizona cannot, Humidity, winter, blazing summers
Hey, Teach! Yeah, you- Coach of that game. I have an A in your class And you don't know my name. Your main focus are those guys, The "populars", the jocks. But I have talent too,
A lonely path I walk along Waiting for the one to take me home To hold my hand and smile sideways To brighten up my darkest sad days To keep me guessing with sweet surprises
Chalkboard Tar Trashcan what do all these things have in common? There black just like me and you hate it. intergration and diversity is the new reality get used to it.
She is Tall Brilliant Gorgeous Funny Amazing I am Average She is A girl who, when she says "hello" her smile is genuine And it makes your heart pound in your chest
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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.
The sun above me sings a lullaby, The rain mimics the tune, Roses dance, Glitter strikes from each and every beat,
to live is to die and be reborn, stronger. to die is to know what it means to live: to love to laugh to cry and somehow fall over the edge, regardless. to love is to feel affection
As I look back on my Life Everything all at once hits me If I tell this story, some would not believe That a girl like me with through so much From the Hurt and the pain To the lies and rain
Jealousy is a strange thing; like drinking cold coffee in the dark, like howling for the moon to sacrifice its light or watching a beautiful couple
Love is beautiful. in the way the moon illuminates the night. and in the way breath fills the lungs. Love is beautiful in the way warm sand kisses cold feet.
What is the meaning of telling me I am beautiful, if all you see is the outside? People do not buy houses strictly because of what the outside entails.
Beautiful. What is the definition of beauty? Is a picture worth a thousand words, or does it only tell one story? Why does a frame mean more than the writings of a human heart?
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,
Who am I to think I’m beautiful?Disproportionate at every angle, my figure is shaped like that of a pear’s.And any claims to beauty seem to be rare,because I can hardly stand the sight of my body bare.
Beautiful. Beautiful doesn't necessary mean having beauty on the outside But having beauty on the inside Pretty face, pretty pretty body, pretty hair Doesn't mean a pretty soul, pretty thoughts, pretty heart
The monster used to share my bed Now he lurks near my only exit Threatening to take everything away He breaths smoke languidly His tiger eyes burn with rage
My mind and heart will NEVER conceive the idea that society wants me to
Words change, propel, inspire, Words give, comfort, guide, Words cripple, damage, diminish, but, words connect. Words connect hearts, sentences, and people. And words destroy connections just the same.
For powerFor lustFor selfForsakenForgotFor peaceFor loveFor othersForgivenFortuneForever
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.
They say when you cry you'reWEAK"Suck it up " they sayUnknowingly they force you to hold back your tearsBut don't hold them back ; crying is nothing more than escaping pain
There once was a girl With long brown hair With bright blue eyes And skin so fair There once was a girl With tears in her eyes With a blade in her hand And shaken with cries
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;
Manicure's, Dresses, and High HeelsHidden tattoos, fake smiles, and hearts of steelLocally known to wear a crownThey come from miles around
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.
From day one we learn We see the faces, hear the voices School, as we grow Lessons, every year One thing we always gather WORDS From the voices From our teachers From our lessons
With this paper and pen I turn my pain into an artistic expressive manifestation Thoughts strewn across the membrane of each cell That identify as my being
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,
Why can’t I be pretty mama? Like the girls on magazines Why can’t I be pretty mama? The prettiest girl ever seen Why can’t I be pretty mama? And I catch a boy’s eye Why can’t I be pretty mama?
Music is my heroin. Headphones are my needles. Being able to drown you out is my highI dont tlk about my feelings. I do musical therapy. I feel better without talking.
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
Your life is art The deep, icy blue of your eyes And how they glisten amidst a gorgeous, ivory canvas That canvas is wrinkled with the lines from your smiles But I would never straighten it out
Bending and twisting. Embers, chocolate, mud, and sand. White with freckles and dark like Sudan. Is there a side when your blood knows no end? Bouncing, crunchy, zig zags. Sinful and unruly.
i want to hear everything you have to say. i want you to drown me in the sound of your voice, and revive me with the subtle whispers you breathe. i want you to perform a symphony
Tulips grown in sun Often picked by younger ones, Left to spurt again.
This paper understands me. It catches the words that bleed from my mouth. Cushions the blow as they fall to my desk. This page is the place where I don't have to hide. My pen is the bike for an open mind ride.
Poetry is like a story but smaller. Think of a bird. Graceful and beautiful it can be, Or angry and ugly it can be.
Being rewarded: to receive something for doing something. It's a great feeling whether it be cash or whatever with we're dealing. It sort of a mental healing. To feel accepted and recognized,
She woke me softly Lips brushing my skin Hands beginning to explore The sun lighting the room gold
The familiar thwack of shoulder pads colliding filled the air. My heart pounded from the run over. My eyes searched for him on the field. Then I saw the familiar skinny, much too pale limbs,
Ideas, Jumbled in my head, pulsating, spinning, swirling I look at the blank document, white space Music lightly decorating the room Fingertips tingling, a quick impulsive burst of energy thrust onto the screen
There are days that I findI do not identify with the me thatreflects in the sight of others.Lost in my subliminal mind,when ink spills and pen is broken,my quiet tongue is the ripple
Habitually Speechless, attacked by my violent mind, my mouth is a blocked exit. Slammed against the glass of revolving doors, turning with no direction,
She comes to me feverishly in the night, relishing in the moonbeams soft as her fingertips, cool to the touch, ever invigorating as the seconds tick on,
I write this poem is for you,Because you have an honest soul,Because you've cried yourself to sleep at night at least once before.
Words are surrounding me; Rhetorical devices fill the air. I sit solemnly and think Organizing my thoughts into linear patterns
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.
The green grass hides the Living creatures in springs’ meadows, Dancing, frolicking, swaying In the wind that makes the flowers Shiver
Beneath the lonely starsSurrounded by uncomfortable silenceNot knowing where you standTrying to keep your balance
We've always really talked but not like this, never nonstop, feelin like a couples first kiss, such blissand emphasis put on one simple thing, talking, stalking eachothers words like a predator to its prey and I pray that these actions stay the sa
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
When you walk away and decide to turn back, Is he already starring at you, or does he hold back? When you open your eyes as you give him a kiss, Does he smile at you, does he tickle your lips?
I can never speak, the words come out twisted and jumbled and ran together as if the sentences I form were hit by a train on its track When I write everything comes out clearly I can write on for
My reasons why are much deeper than the past Looking to the future like How the hell do I keep going? My eyes stay blurry I can barely see what I’m writing. How does life change faster than lightning?
Why does he write? An question rhetorical in its nature To know why he writes Is to kno the story of the Pen & the Paper One plays the role of his savior the other one plays the role of his creator
Let’s live forever young together, don’t let go of me. I smell your irresidible sweet sexy scent, It still floats through the air.
Kiss me sweetlyDon’t you worryHold me tightlyLove me gently Your deep sharp gazeMakes my heart raceI will love you alwaysNow until the end of days
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.
You are my love and my everything, Oh What I would give, to hear your heart sing. For you I love, and for you I care, And I will be your partner, everywhere. Rely on me, for your love and peace,
I feel like I’m being crushed by a beam Because everything isn’t always what it seems I’m in disgust with my life And all of its being I have so much hurt & doubt I don’t know which way is the route
A written poem has so much meaning. A word like love, so broad- A word like baby, so precious. A poem helps you unwind; like stretching before excercising. Writing helps you release,
I'm not the hottest chick in town, Or the prettiest girl around. But, I do have my insecurities And I will put them all behind. Because, I know I'm beautiful Not to boast, or to brag
Love comes and goes, thats how every story is told like started to doubt , until my heart began to shout As I began to believe there was no one for me ,
Forget love lets just be happy Anger, lies, and not being perfect This all causes problems.
There's beauty in the soul If you gaze real deep There's hope in the veins That keep the hearts beat There imagination painting Blurred dreams behind the eyes
And so it began, A feeling undefined, A never ending war between I and my mind, The thought, the touch, the sound,a girl, Just a girl.
Society expects you to do anything and everything. Society expects you to ave high marks in your academics. Society expects you to go to college. Society expects you to have a job.
You're all I think about; morning, noon, and night. When you're not around, I miss you so much and it hurts so bad... You take a big part of me...my heart...and I'll never ask for it back.
Rolling over mountains Sky revolves as I view the clouds Voices are floating by I could hear them if I knew how Looking straight Leave nothing behind Peace is unattainable
I take the kind of pen very seriously. It is an extension of my hand Which is my part body, And on a good day my mind and my body Are one. And I write because I am compelled to,
Something about you makes you different but words nor actions can come up with the complete concept the complete word to describe your uniqueness when i first layed eyes upon you there was a trigger
Living life without regret, independence built and firmly set, making the grade and making it count, these are the things that I am about. Can't find
When i look into your eyes, their full of wonder, beauty and suprise.When i see your gorgeous hair, all that i can do is stop and stare.You always know what to say, to give a great start to the rest of my day.If i start feeling sad, you know just
A constant babble fills my ears too many people shouting their word. I cannot listen, nor can I be heard. I cry out, to the great unknown Whether or not they hear me i don't know.
Ladies, there’s something that I’m seeing and it grieves me to the core. That while we sit in pews and claim all I need is Jesus, we yearn for more. So we turn to novels, love songs, pornography and lust for men.
When I was six years old, I liked to pretend. My imagination was wild. And one day, I pretended to be a puppy. Why? Because why not?
Why do I write you say? Why do i scribble the day away? Words are moving, filled with emotion. Writing succesfully requires devotion. It is upon this note, That here this poem is what i wrote.
Its suppose to be a theory, that a red rose is for love. But when that rose dies after a couple of weeks, then what does it mean?
Would you like to be limitless? How does it feel to be free? No worries, no struggles, no pain that you see in me. Poetry is being limitlimess Everything on the paper is real Writing for no personal gain
..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.
Dreaming, waking, leaving no hint of arrival, Something draws closes, becomng needed for survival. The heart starts longing for the warmth it brings. It stands up and prepares to sing
The way you laugh, the way you smile, its makes my heart run for miles. Around the world, around the sun, i know for sure your the one.
For my wife, Kathleen Cain.
I was wondering if someon could explain to me this word. One that's overrated and used by something over herard. I'm sure they perfer to give me a synonym to bend me in this ceaseless seach from the meaning of this word.
You had a bad relationship, and try to put it in the past. You think that you’re okay, but the memories seem to last. You have nightmares and bad thoughts, that never seem to end,
You’re crying and you’re heaving As pain rips you apart And I can’t help thinking Of how you do have a strong heart Tears are gushing from your eyes Filled with so much pain and anguish
There's this pretty girl I know, Who told me how she loved me so, And I don't know what to do. There's this tiny little complication, That's built up my frustrations,
(poems go here) And how can I not love him when he makes it oh so easy The things he does, the words he says, everything about him seems to complete me
When I put pen to paper there is no hold back on the amountEndless feelings cannot be spilled with in 30 linesAnd an imminent amount of timeAnd sometimes, they're not even sublimeSo you're here, like why waste my time
The love we have Is so strong.Our Love Is possibleTo have The way we are togetherthe way I miss you,When we are not together.The butterflies I get,When we kiss.
My pen is my voice It is used to express what my voice cannot say. My pen is my mind What it writes is what I think, What I know, What I wish for, What I dream of. My pen is my happiness,
Thoughts without a purpose Floating in my head Get jumbled, Crushed, Confused, and Rushed With no way to slow them down Poetry is abstract, yet concrete Organized, but unplanned
Words are keys Tiny and powerful They unlock doors The doors of oppression and hate Words free us Slaves to injustice Words release us They break down walls Unlock doors
i been here far to long...in dis pit n dis is it..my heart is torn im all alone...and my mind is gon i cant carry on...i should be a don...get a job nope..got a betta chance sellin dope...wat can i say crime pays..i seen it all jus by watching zim
Can you blame the Devil for trickery? Then blame God for falling to his whims? Can you blame the Deceitful for lying? Or the Poet for turning the lie into a beautiful masterpiece?
On a quest to find the extraordinary Alice. He roams through the dark forest with evil intent. His very existense is fed by grim malice.To stop at nothing to find her is his black heart's true content. In his hand lies a small box.
Black amythest in the cloack of the night . I wondered in silence, in the abyss of my mind. Problem solving- Where did i go wrong? How did I waste so much time? But then there you were dancing in the moonlight.
baby take off your cool lay it across the bed fold it tightly and tuck it neatly away because there is no room for egos here no space for boastin' and braggin' no air
There it is: nowhere, the idea has left Like a lightning bolt striking the air, and as deft As a mouse escaping beneath the stair- Where it has gone to I never shall know Nor am I intent on finding out anymore-
People said it would get easier . But its been 7 years now , since it happend .And honestly it seems to get harder each time . How could i been so slefish and stupid .
He was just a punk just a boy who was never satisfied with who i was or wanted to be he just wanted pain he wanted that pride That road of memories sending pain through my soul
This is the beginning of a new day. You have been given this day to use as you will. You can waste it or use it for good. What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it.
Wow...i try keeping this four letter word from erupting from my soul. The word i promised myself i wouldnt use so much, the one that i told myself that if i did use it...
Many years have passed with you aroundYou were the only friend that could be foundLittle did i know you would grow up so fastI should have known it wouldnt lastThe fighting and aruging where there used to be
I forgot how much i miss seeing your face,and how you could never make me mad.I forgot how much i miss that voice,that brings laughter and keeps me from being sad.I forgot how much i miss that smile,
I forgot how much i miss seeing your face,and how you could never make me mad.I forgot how much i miss that voice,that brings laughter and keeps me from being sad.I forgot how much i miss that smile,
His star,my sunshine, his smile, my laughter, his wink, my blush, his hand, my heart, his voice, my eyes, his look, my face, his touchMy heartbeat,
I know i am not the perfect girlMessy hair and no make-up onIn my simple clothes i twirlGoing, nope! my mind is gone :)Hair ties, sneakers, jeans, a t-shirtThings that i put on every day
Without you baby i think i might drownDrown in the love i have for only youPlease, baby smile i hate it when you frownIts the very LAST thing i want you to doAnd, to me, you are the world, the sky
You can lookOr you can seeYou can standOr you can fleeYou can hideOr you can protectYou can thinkOr you can reflectYou can buildOr you can teachYou can sigh*Or you can reach
Poetry Not just words on a line, Random stanzas composed of poetic language, It is a way of expression It constitutes the unspoken word with eloquence and emotion Touching ever corner, every inch of the heart
Love is like a stray bullet Anonymous on both ends Connected only by cause and effect Never meant to happen But at the same time presdestined As if the bullet was being aimed or directed
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
How long shall I yearn for you, Amazing? So many uncountable days Spent watching your beautiful face, gazing, And my heart, in wonder, is set ablaze; Wanting you never brings me peace of mind,
How long shall I yearn for you, Amazing? So many uncountable days Spent watching your beautiful face, gazing, And my heart, in wonder, is set ablaze; Wanting you never brings me peace of mind,
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'll never hear a guy say I'm beautiful, because who would look at me and see beauty? I'll never hear a guy say I'm smart, beacuse who would go out with me for my brains?
Disparge the innocent, laudable overachieve/ The real world will masticate her eventually/ Avoiding the fiasco of life will soon catch up with the doe-eyed and free-spirted/ only the good die young, my pretty/ One dubious thought, one regret/ One
I believed my heart was scattered, thrown away like it didn't matter, I assumed that love wasn't real, and that time never heals. Exiled to travel a lonely wasteland, that's where I saw you, maybe an illusion, maybe I'm confused.
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
Good Morning, my Beautiful. Good Morning my Sweet. My love of my life, How I long to meet. To hear your Beautiful Voice To see your Beautiful Face To kiss your Beautiful Lips
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
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
Before you, my heart was failing. I couldn’t breathe, see, or feel. I was on the verge of dying before I met you. As soon as I saw you walk through those hospital doors, I knew you were the medicine I so badly needed to survive.
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,
It's been awhile since we talked, It's just that talking has become hard, Things have changed more than I thought.
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.
Rain forms on her skin and falls upon the ground Each step, each breath, a labor—they see her, try. Panting, struggling, doing her best not to be “this” They see her now, she cries inside—embarrassed.
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.
Talk like the sky Become your own
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
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.
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.
(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
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.
We come upon a crowded room, Where presently our character does loom, Tangled in the voices she Can’t think straight, or feel glee, So she sits and looks outside And tries to go beyond her mind
Tears stained the faces of the mourning as God cast a silent rain that dreadful day. Shoulders fell heavily under the weight of Death’s hand
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
Eyes so big and beautiful. A heart so strong, yet so fragile. Your mind so brilliant, your love so enduring. Your lips, your spirit beyond alluring. Such a sweet disposition, living in a world full of confusion.
Perhaps broken roads Create more beautiful paths For ones fork in the road Created a gloomy past Lessons are learned and the lessons are passed For ones valuable mistake Prevented a serious clash
In all adversity, I shall always thrive, And without you here, I will shine. You will not stop me for I am still alive. My heart and my soul will be kept mine.
Child you are beautiful You are the darkest bark Covered in a sheen from the purest honey The earth grew grass to soften your tread The trees grew leaves to lessen your heat The flowers bloom every morning
I refuse to put my hair up this week. I have bruises on my neck and throat and shoulders. It hurts, oh God it hurts.
Fashionably late. The old and white nostalgia descends upon my door. Nervously- perhaps anti- cipation draws me like an artist struck by deja vu- I walk out to greet her and
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?
Lonely. Loved. Boring. Beautiful. Scared. Strong. Worthless. Worth It. Worrying. Worry-free. Plain. Pleasing. Average. Amazing. Flawed.
We exist only behind the words we speak. Standing at this distance, we forever reach. We swallow the affinity because we know deep down it can never be. We put the dreams to rest and embrace the reality we live in.
Leaving My dream come true Can I really do this? Believe and keep on believing Living
Stupid me? Shame on me? I thought you were telling me the truth when you said that you love me.
They see a monster, but I see perfection He saw content, but I saw an injection Where do I go when I need Protection? Judgment sees bruises but I see affection
Everytime I see her, I fall in love again, And hope for a time when her and I can be we Slowly I close my eyes, attempting to pretend.
Storm of Ignorance By Lynisha Arceus
The sun, clouds, moon and stars Represent what you are to me Amazing, powerful, compassionate, a friend Describes how I see you
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,
Most may think that being beautiful is the sight of a pretty face, But being beautiful is many things. Beautiful is ht happiness exploding out of your body, The eruption of giggles, The fine gft of kindness,
Hey there. You with the tired eyes You are beautiful and I hope you realize They say the sky's the limit But the Milky Way's got your name on it It only gets better from here So don't fear
I don't miss him I miss the feeling I had being with him I miss being in love How do you describe love? It's the most wonderful, secure, crazy, and beautiful feeling in the world
Most girls dream of being prom queen I dream of being asked to prom Most girls dream of true love I dream of a simple happiness Most girls dream of living in a mansion I dream of living in house without wheels
Fighter Put on those gloves and I feel the power surge. I feel the lightning in my veins. I hear the thunder in my heart. I become stronger with every drop of sweat. I become faster with every breath.
On a beautiful spring day, a child was born. The whole family gathered ‘round at the sight of the baby, so adorn.
Your eyes, green with flicks of brown. They swallowed me whole. They took my soul. They flipped my world world upside down.
I remember the gently blowing wind in my youth that shook the trees. I remember the soft, gentle flower petals fall from the trees and land in my palm. The passing street cars zooming right on by.
She was a tree Not because she was strong and sturdy But because of her inability to keep her thoughts together They fell like leaves on the sidewalk to be trampled by those who passed by
A song for the brokenhearted. The battered, The bruised. A song for the scared. The trembling, The timid. A song for the fighters. The determined, The brave.
Let me suffer Am I insane for thinking so What is life without suffering If not a blinding light that blinds the joy
In this shell, Anger prevails. Multitudes exact judgement on me, Before they know my soul. Existential wisdom is lost on them, As their thoughts have already been consumed. Utopia preoccupies their minds,
Tell me something beautiful. It will get me by during the absence of you Unless that absence continues; That break lingers on; Then tell me nothing at all
Chiquitita I am sorry That you are blue and black That he’s taught you that all you have worth Is your body And that you think that you are dumb. Chiquitita it’s alright to cry
I like this guy, I like him a lot in fact he already holds a place in my heart. I wonder and ponder what he thinks of me in the end it is me he doesn’t see. So I wait by the shore hoping someday he'd want more.
STAND ABOVE IT, there are too many women out there, who have convinced themselves that they are not capable of surviving in a world where sexism, male chauvinism has rammed them into the dust.
I catch myself Glancing in the mirror Looking at the image before me Unsatisfied With how crooked my teeth are With the way my stomach hangs over my pants With the acne on my face Unsatisfied
BAMB! was that the door? I heard my heart thud in my chest. my chest, so shaken up, my throat so hard to swollow. clinching. my hands and teeth. just hearing the scream. PLEASE STOP!
Why was it that I could not look at you without smiling the rest of the day? I would walk by the corridors gazing at the distance, seeing no one but you. Your laugh, your smile, your voice, all charmed me.
A hard world we live in today It's almost like the ultimate video game But unlike a game there is no resetting No pausing And definitely No extra lives But these harsh realities are often ignored
What makes me beautiful.. the fact that i can hide my flaws with makeup?? What makes me beautiful...that i can mask the real me?? I am beautiful without the makeup and the picture perfect smile.
A beautiful black girl with innocent young brown eyes And she gazes up at me
Deep within a hot blistering day the trees swaying whilst the wind is array. The sun illuminates the slaves scared slays and America fails to open her young eyes.
What is ugly? One might ask, When appearance is nothing but a mask. Pretty features that work to hide One's true potential that lies inside
Segregation, discrimination. No sense of limitation, Prejudice nations filling frustrations, Inalienable rights with no representation. Pure humiliation.
If innocence were bottled up in human form, she would be the epistle within Her chestnut hair glistens underneath the morning sun Her dark eyes possess a thousand, mystifying riddles
Hey you, over there.
Always in constant wonder of everything But especially The sun, the sun, the sun Bright, warm, fantastic, beautiful Few words can describe the feeling it gives me It fills my heart, my mind, my body
I will never understand why you died Yes I know the reason why Someone bullied you And said mean things about you But why did it affect you You are beautiful And you are smart
In what sense, is someone beautiful? Who defines the worthy outlines Of a young girls troubled face As she stares enviously At the women who gracefully stride “Perfect” all over her unguarded thoughts?
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