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 Feb 2015 B
Audrey
Beauty
 Feb 2015 B
Audrey
Society defines beauty as perfection, but
I am here to submit a correction
This newly improved definition states:
Beauty is found in the thing that deviates
Deviates from the code that is implied, not written
The code that is followed, even by children

Real beauty is sometimes hidden
Look for the thing that's a little bit different
The thing that breaks society's norm
The one that takes the path unworn
Like the crazy color of your hair
Or the freckles you have everywhere

We each have something unique and wonderful
Which makes every one of us truly individual
Not one person is a copy of another
Yet in one word I could define us together:
*beautiful
I absolutely hate when society tells young girls they have to wear makeup, or that boys have to have a perfectly sculpted body to be "hot"

The other day, my six year old cousin told me that she hates herself because she's "fat"... SHE IS NOT. She only said it because she hears her mom call herself fat all the time.

IS THIS WHAT WE'RE TEACHING OUR CHILDREN?

Rant over. Thank you for reading ♥
 Feb 2015 B
Audrey
I Cry
 Feb 2015 B
Audrey
I am dizzy
                                                          ­                 Dizzy from despair
                                  *I am tired

Tired of despair
                                                         ­  I cry

I am full
                                                           ­                Full of loneliness
                                  I am sick
Sick of loneliness
                                                      ­     I cry

I look happy
                        But really
                                           I am not
                                                           I cry
 Feb 2015 B
Samantha Ellis
we promise not to see each other
but i see you every night
i close my eyes
and know soon you'll be in sight

i time travel in my bed
back to you, back to us
to a future where we thrive
with no fights or mistrusts

it's torture to spend all night
with you in my head
and then when morning comes
wake up all alone in bed
i hate that i miss you, and i hate that my dreams remind me of that constantly. i need to not need you. i want the wanting to end.
 Feb 2015 B
Melissa Ann
Worth
 Feb 2015 B
Melissa Ann
You're the sky
you're the moon
you're everything people take in
that takes their breath away.
The moment of pure bliss
and peace,
is everything you make them feel.
Your laughter is star dust,
it twinkles and shines bright
in any room you're in
And leaves behind a trail
for them to admire.
There is a universe inside
There is more to you
that we all see
that you may never know.
But I pray
one day
you do.
 Feb 2015 B
Audrey
Happiness
 Feb 2015 B
Audrey
Happiness is a lie
Everyone is sad inside
Maybe you don't realize, but
Even you are sad inside

Your demons may crawl down to hide
And in that moment, you are fine
You might even crack a smile
But demons are demons and after a while
They come back to make you cry

And cry you will, because
Everyone is sad inside
 Feb 2015 B
Dawn King
The Seas
 Feb 2015 B
Dawn King
Tonight I would turn to the seas
I would drive for hours to reach them
To just breath in her salts
I would lay suspended somewhere
Between surface and bottom
Enveloped and held by the waters
Taken aback by the blues and greens
Caressed with no abandon by acres of dulse and kelp
Ride along the undertow to forgotten cities
Tonight I would turn to the seas
 Feb 2015 B
Shiennina Marae
XXIV
 Feb 2015 B
Shiennina Marae
i gave in today
you are my worst
but best first impression
i gave in today
you were out of sight
but never out of my mind
i gave in today
you were out the door
with all my favorite books
like taking away all that's best in me
i gave in today
i gave in
you let out a sigh
and said you loved me
loved
loved
i gave in today
i gave in
 Feb 2015 B
Audrey
Who Am I?
 Feb 2015 B
Audrey
Who am I?
I am outgoing, but
I am shy
I am smart, but
I am afraid
I am pretty, but
I am ugly
I am passionate, but
I am numb
I am me, but
I am not
Who am I?

Sometimes,
I hate myself.
Other times,
I love myself
All the time,
I'm pretending

Pretending for parents
Pretending for friends
Pretending for everyone
The pretending never ends
I even pretend for me
Who am I?*
I do not know
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