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It's hard to admit it
But I'm afraid we must
The sweetest dreams
Can turn to dust

However wonderful the song may be
We need to hear the melody
Whatever beauty a painting brings
If left unseen, it's just a thing

Because it seems to me that a dream
Should hold a hope of reality
Otherwise it's not a dream
It's just a game, you see

                                       By Phil Roberts
But then again.....
11
Tears fall desperately
trapped in our sweet memories,
and I watch you fade
15
Tenderly calling
the whispers of a lover;
crimson from his heart
isn't it ******?
that Society has a specific image
for women?
the way they look
act
speak
walk
talk.

if we arent blonde hair
blue eyes with a small waist
***** and a ***
we arent socially acceptable.
if we have a little weight
to many piercings and tattoos
regrowth and scars
we are shun upon.

most girls these days have the small
figure and wear barley any
clothes,
their hip bones their collar bones
showing without any struggle
and they think they
look beautiful
they think they will fit in
because thats what society wants

there are girls starving themselves
wearing makeup
to hide the imperfections
society deemed ugly
wearing long sleeves in
summer hiding the scars they
have inflicted on themselves
because they know,
they know they will never be
what society wanted
and it kills them every time they look
down at their wrists or
thighs
knowing they will never be accepted into
society

i just want to go back to
where size 12 was deemed
as beautiful
and scars were a sign
of battling ones self and recovery
where it didn't matter
if you had acne and wore makeup
everyone was beautiful in their own way
i just want to go back in time
where happiness was a feeling
that happened naturally
and wasn't plastered on

society is ******.
 Aug 2016 SteffyWeffy
deprivedkat
Sometimes, I hate what I've let myself become.
© August 8 , 2016 deprivedkat
I said it before.
But i didnt explain.
The complexity of my words.
What did i say?
"My tears are like knives
And im crying all over my body
Ive got scars all over"

See i wasnt lying.
My cheeks look like a cuttingboard.
Each time my body gets cut open
My blood runs black.
It oozes through my veins, and out to the ground.
I am not to be understood.
Like one runs into a train
The roads so similiar
But wind up here,
On this one tear.
These tears that cut,
Are like unopenable doors that shut.
The wind up closes,
As my final thoughts choose to vanish.
These tears
These knives
Prove often to be poetic
Because i often write about the scars.
I often write about my pain
but my silence echoes.
Bouncing
Bouncin
Bounci
Bounc
Boun
Bou
Bo
B.
*silence
 Aug 2016 SteffyWeffy
Ryan Hoysan
How are you?
I never thought this **** question would be so difficult.

I'm fine, I tell you
As I quickly try to
Change the subject.
.... I always asked you to tell me the truth about how you felt, but I just don't want to cause a problem.

I'm really not fine I say,
I'm really not ok
As I try not to be too blunt.

I want to tell you the truth
No matter what happens.
..... You always told me the truth
About how you felt,
But I just don't want to be the problem.

How are you?
I never thought that question would bring tears to my eyes.

Whoever said
"The truth will set you free"
Is a ******* fool.
The truth is its own cage. I've got a lot to think about and worry about. That doesn't mean I'm against talking to anyone. Feel free to message me.
 Aug 2016 SteffyWeffy
Stephan


Blew a kiss to the moon
in the heavens tonight
As it wandered along
on its magical flight

Then made a wish
and if it does come true
The moon will deliver
my kiss to you
i thought you were ugly.
then i met Society
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