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A mustang is a horse But also a car, With war-drums under the hood, It whinnies, it neighs, Hooves of rubber Galloping past traffic.
I tried.
I tried.
I tried; I really fucking tried.
You're in my mind all damn day and I can't stop thinking about you.
New year.
New classes.
She's only in 2 of them with me.
Last year, she was in all of them.
I still see her.
I sneak glances.
We don't talk.
I remember swiping on your profile
Your eyes like stormy skies
I remember your smile
The way it tilted slightly to the right
And the way I couldn’t stop staring at you
But it almost feels illegal
People think of beauty as looks,
which will always be temporary.
You see her from the outer view and say she is beautiful looks-wise,
which she is,
but you do not see the beautiful side of her that I do.
I need her smiles.
Joyful.
Meaningful.
I hear her laugh.
Heart-warming.
Delicate.
I watch her face.
Prepossessing.
Emotional.
I see her hands.
Laugh like a childs'.
Happy and free of worry.
She is beautiful.
Her eyes are like stars.
They shine, even in the night.
They still shine brighter.
Her face; beautiful.
Oh, love, stir the rising strip by strip
Where Love has a breath of fresh want
Sweet suspense of her spur
Where she plays a number on me
She is beautiful
Like a mouse, her heart moves
With the window of her soul
open to Heaven’s skies
She is beautiful
To those who handed me the paintbrush
to craft a mind of my own
In a world that's rich in color,
To those who spoke up in the quietest room,
To those who heard me suffer in silence,
The Jewel of the night sky,
the pearl, the moon,
the teardrop in my eye,
the pearl, the moon,
one look just makes me cry,
the pearl, the moon,
to live and then to die,
Roses are red, Violets are blue. You are my friend, that helped me get through. When times were rough, you healed my scars. You will shine about the rest, and our love will forever be ours. Never wanting to hurt, pretty as a bow.
las Luces de la Feria
El ruidoso dia
No quitaron mi deseo
La Montana rusa
Verte sonreir
Lo intento olvidar
Mis dias son tan triste
Quisiera Volver al pasado
Mi alma llora.
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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;
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
NOT FOR THE WAY YOU SMILE, BUT FOR THE WAY YOU SLOWLY GLANCE AT THE WORLD.
"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 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
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
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.
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,
I Could talk for hours on end.
Sometimes about the little thing and maybe even random things.
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.
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
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 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
Jesus walks with in me day by day
When I show them the real me they say it's not okay
They say it's weird and awkward to show who you really are
I 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.
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.
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
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?
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,
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
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.
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,"
563 photos more or less of my face,
Each and everyone filtered,
Straight on,
Sideways,
Tilted,
Smiling,
Frowning,
Intense,
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.
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
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.
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.
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
#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.
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
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.
"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.
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
“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.
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!
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 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.
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 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 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
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
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.
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
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.
"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.
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 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
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
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?
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.
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
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'.
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
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.
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,
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
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.
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
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
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,
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.
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
I see youWith the razorAnd youWith the lighterI notice your scratchesAnd I hear your silent criesWhile you grip that rope
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
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?
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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
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;
I am someone who never gives up,
fighting for what I believe in,
fighting through dangers I face:
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.
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
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.
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
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?
We never know when we're going to dieor how long we'll live. So we spend most of our lives wondering why.
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
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
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
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
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"
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
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,
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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"
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 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
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
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.
She was a very young girl
Life just started it would seem
About fifteen years old
Life being torn by the seams
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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we scratch
we wax
we dye
we mask
we pluck
we cut
we tear
we fuck
we rip
we itch
we cake
we flinch
we prod and draw
we poke and choke
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
