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I've lost a lot in my life,
From happiness, to security, to fight.
Even though I survived another night,
I still wonder if I can handle this strife.
So tonight I step out into the storm
I knew I shouldn't get excited
I shouldn't get myself worked up
I got a little taste of freedom
Now where am I? I'm fucked!
You took the away the ocean
with which I fell so deep in love
wind rattling weightless backyard furniture
wings buzzing near the pane
scampering lizard up the wall
scorpion families opening pincers into spring
even as I type the word
scorpion
I wish a
People look at you,
And just see your past.
They see your tattoos,
And your jaded mask.
But I look much further,
And deeper within.
What I see inside you
Is a true gentleman.
I see a heart
“Storm”
Have my anger, my greed, and my anxiety
But foul thoughts, aren’t reminiscent of my piety.
So time after time - and via subtle rhymes.
The boy who always yell,
He bullies,
He fights,
He cries.
At home,
Abused,
Alone,
Frieghtened.
No friends,
No love,
No one listening,
No one.
I'm tired of all these morons acting like a philosophic class
These people, more like sheeple standing lonely in the aftermath
Thinking if only they can get the holy that is up for grabs
Without the filter I am weak.
The filter makes me feel strong.
Without the filter I do not belong.
The filter makes me feel like one of you.
Without the filter I am blue.
Each day I spend looking into the eyes of othersAt this girl who writes meaningful poemsAt this girl who watches way too much tvAt this girl who makes sarcastic remarks about every little thing
imperfection is something only others see
and in the end I will be the most perfect me I can ever be
so why waste time and pick out my flaws
F.l.a.w.l.e.s.s
Unlike the rest I'm not flawless in my face
But flawless in my ways
My body shape may not be the Same
But that doesn't subtract from my beauty nor my good grades
F.l.a.w.l.e.s.s
I may not have a body that’s hand-crafted marble
With each curve and dip being smooth and alluring,
Or a mind tuned as precisely as a clock,
Or manners as polished as fine as fine jewels…
It's all the flaws that make us all unique.
Though I am not, and never will be,
the size of mannequins at the boutique.
Even with all of my "flaws", they would say,
my nose, my ears, my feet,
Wickedly Talented, Idina Menzel
She shows me what is truly like to be flawless
She makes mistakes
She laughs it off
She gets nervous
She has heartbreak
She is exhausted
She works hard
I am supposed to write about how I am flawless
How I have no faults and am perfect
But you see,
I am not flawless
I am not perfect
I am only me
I make mistakes daily
Romans 5:18
"I loved you at your darkest"
I have loved you at your darkest, my child,
despite all you're hurt and pain.
I loved you while you were on your phone
searching for love and love again.
Quick take a picture
What can we see?
An everlasting flawess flitered picture of me
Hair done
Skin soft
Eyebrows on fleek
Eyes tipped
Black dip, winged tip on me
When you feel weak, think of this-
your skin literally absorbs sunlight
and turns into vitamin D
so that your bones stay strong.
Darling,
your body feeds on stars, it is the universe that keeps you alive,
My old friend,
long since living in Tanzania
was a friend of living.
"You are flawless" she crooned.
"Trust me, I know."
Years of bullying and I'm still head strong
Over the past few I'm still going on
Unsing my friends to help to support me
Ever since I was a little girl,
I was always told I was beautiful or cute.
From my wide blue eyes To the way my hair would curl.
As I grew older…
Words remembered, encouraged
Me to go forward.
My older sister thinks that Madonna gave her a lobotomy,
When she’s at the tail end of her medication and needs more,
And even when she’s on them she talks off to the side,
Tall,
Thin,
Wealthy,
Eye-catching.
Nowadays, society values and
feels magnetized to those who
who are so materialistically aesthetic.
Superficiality is a concept that is
I woke up to face me in the mirror butter ball naked
I saw all the flaws I once so desperately try to hid
From even the young lady in the mirror who did everything I did
There’s a woman there, I can see her.
She stands out to me, it’s her eyes.
Something about the way she’s staring back at me grabs me.
I am flawless, though not everyone knows
I am flawless, doesn't it already show?
the media may try to convince otherwise
How does it feel to be trapped behind a screen?
In a world without dimension where perception is key.
We iron our hair and puff out our lips in hopes that they don’t see
What’s real?
I thought I was the flawless in the past.
But now I realize that with the critiques and the mistakes I've made,
I am flawless with a cause.
I am flawless because I have flaws on the outside that teach me.
I have an innovative mind
One with many characters and personalities
My friends are imaginary, a figment of my dreams
They come alive as I write on the pages inside a blank notebook of my alter worlds.
Who would ever understand
The person that I am
He says he loves, he seems so sure
But he doesn't have a plan
I try and try and try
But only seem to fail
If I try one more time
The girl lies on a cot --
The girl with hauntingly beautiful green eyes.
With nothing but a battered baby blanket to cover her emaciated body.
Her feet peek out from beneath the sheet, bloody and broken,
A person, full of pain and sorrow, a heart that is parted in the middle, held together with one thread of hope and faith…
My nail polish is chipping, andI wonder if the walls of myinsides are the same colorof sea greenbecause I feel a little sick,because I feel the paint peeling,piece by piece,my false peace in pieces.
You want change you say,
and here you all are preaching it.
Preaching it to please. Please who?
Yourselves? Pu-lease.
Oh, oh, oh! I'll change lives.
Every hour of everyday, I see new worlds that none but I can see.
A flurry and flood of creative innocense, the likes of which could never be believed.
Change.
Strange, we can't see.
If I could change anything, it would be:
The fact we idolize the lives of other people, we use contrast to draw value and never equate ourselves to equal.
Back into the abyss I flow,
Back into the abyss I know,
Back into the abyss I go,
Where I won't be missed,
I am the mist.
On the outside I am no one special
I’m not significant, I’m not important
I am just average
Brown hair, brown eyes, brown skin.
Three broken hearts all in one day,
But my love for you still stays.
We are silenced in the depths of darkness.
I pray that someday the barrier will be broken
For us to be away from the farthest of fears,
Walls are fallen
Words come alive
Memories are seen
History is broken
Future is forgotten
Emotions are meaningless
Butterflies
In the Night
Drift Away
Without a Fight
Lose Myself
Lost in You
Wondering why
But Such a Pretty View
No more sadness
No more pain?
Watch That Blood
I creep forward, advancing toward the dark hand that beacons me
It motions for my advancement, yet my instinct restrains the movement of my feet
Tugging and yanking at my weak knees, the hand forces me onward
I can see, but I am blind.
I can hear, though I am deaf.
I can speak, yet I am mute.
I find myself wandering, like a spirit,
Walking the same path over.
I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
Where in these dark caverns I lie alone,
Hidden without the wakefulness pure bright
In the shadows, I silently atone,
Awaiting the purge of the searing light;
But doubtly I conceal thyself of night
Somewhere inside me
There is a force
Trying to pull me into
The Abyss of Darkness
It is lurking
Just on the edge
Of my consciousness
No matter how much I try
It won’t go away
Protected by a hard shell,
One of inspiration, happiness, and
Nothing more but pure positive energy.
A shell that connects with people.
Buried inside lies the truth.Pain, Hurt, confusion, aloneness.
who am i
who are you
what are we really
can you answer questions or not really
see we spend so much time judging by wats on the outside
when are we gonna see wats on the inside
Outside lives a guy with a smile that will brighten up the room,
yet inside hides a guy with a frown full of despair.
