Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
mitakiharashiPoems
This was the only face I was given Are the edges frayed, are the bones brittle? I cannot bring my eyes to your image I am tongueless, dead These are the hooks in my eyes These are the anchors left when oceans dried This is my blood, this is my flesh I wasn’t molded to love, I was molded to live Am I worthy? Am I worthy? Can I catch your attention? If I crave just as selfishly As the media art Of ******* perfection? Am I ugly? Am I pretty? Or am I faceless when you see me? Am I faceless? Am I faceless? AM I FACELESS?
0
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
faceless
This was the only face I was given Are the edges frayed, are the bones brittle? I cannot bring my eyes to your image I am tongueless, dead These are the hooks in my eyes These are the anchors left when oceans dried This is my blood, this is my flesh I wasn’t molded to love, I was molded to live Am I worthy? Am I worthy? Can I catch your attention? If I crave just as selfishly As the media art Of ******* perfection? Am I ugly? Am I pretty? Or am I faceless when you see me? Am I faceless? Am I faceless? AM I FACELESS?
3:47am, June 13th 2014 I don't blame you. I don't like myself either.
#media#beauty#face#ugly#image#unwanted#shallow#impression
mitakiharashi
Written by
mitakiharashi
New Zealander
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem