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A M R Nov 2016
I'm not beautiful
For what I look like
I am beautiful for who I am
No other beauty lies within me
My body that is,
I only have my mind
To offer you
Take it or leave it
A M R Oct 2016
I dressed up for you
But you weren't there
When the part that counted came
You were long gone

And I didn't want anyone to stare Just you
I thought
For once I'll make him notice me

But I waited
And you weren't there
I still had a great night
Dancing my *** off
Even though I knew you weren't watching

I guess it's your loss
Because
I dressed up for you
A M R Oct 2016
Lay down on the ground
Every once in a while
And remember
That you are not above the rest of
The World
A M R Oct 2016
Tears fill my eyes,
As I stare at this blue
Blue sky,

I'm so
****** frustrated,
Why is it always like this?
Why am I  like this?

Why?
A M R Oct 2016
There is no such thing
As beauty or ugliness,
No such thing
As being attractive or unattractive,
There is only perception,

No woman is beautiful,
No woman is ugly,
Until you name her so...

There is no difference,
In the curve of her belly,
Or the curve of her breast,
Yet we're the ones,
Who insist upon the differentiation
Of the two

Why must you call one color
Beautiful,
And another ugly,
When there is someone out there
Who would ******,
Just to have the ability
To see color for a day or two,

Why do we raise lives above,
And smash them below,
Our own,
Based merely,
On the look of them

We call a spider ugly,
And disgusting,
So we smash it under our toes
Yet entranced by
The beauty of the butterfly,
We giggle when it flies under our nose,

So I tell you again,
I beg listen,
There is no such thing
As beauty
Or ugliness
Only
Our perception
Makes it so
A M R Oct 2016
Agony,
For idiotic reasons,
I am in agony

And yes I'm being melodramatic,
For isn't that the right,
Of teenagers everywhere?

I'm allowing myself,
To be dramatic for once,
To lament over love,
And lack there of,

I'm done with pretending
Let this cliché-***
Feeling rage on

I'm in agony,
And I think I'm enjoying it.
A M R Oct 2016
How terrible a thing
To crush a person’s dreams
With reality
And an evil thing we call money

Why can I not soar?
I am young!
What is youth if not possibility?
I want to dream, and see, and win, and lose!
I want to fall on my ***!
Then get back up and fight another battle!

I want to live!
Do not try to constrict me with your reality,
With your worry over money,
For such things don't matter!

When it's all said and done
You will regret not living
But I,
I do not wish to end up like that,
Allow me to dream,
My dear loved ones
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