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Hannah Jan 2017
We focus so much on what people look like
Colour of their eyes
Shape of their face
Good looks
Good features
That we forget to be blind
Not in the way that we lose our sight
But in how we see people, really see them
In how we sense their touches
In how their personality can brighten your day
In how we hear their every word
And fall in love
Not in what we see with our eyes
But with what we feel
And how they make us feel
why is our society obsessed with looks and focused on it when there is so much more beyond the surface
eliza t Jan 2017
i wish i had
   her looks
      his love
   her body
      his lips
Ceyhun Mahi Jan 2017
The scents, the sounds, the moves, the looks of love,
Cannot be described in the books of love.
Dawn Treader Jan 2017
If only your skin was a lighter shade
Here, this bleach might come to your aid
If only your lips weren't so full
Maybe the boys would like you at school
If only your hair wasn't so *****
Here's some caustic chemicals to make it more slinky
If only your ******* weren't so large
Here's the number to a surgeon, call and see what they charge
If only your waist was smaller (just a few inches)
Here's a corset, see how tiny it cinches?
If only your *** wasn't so round
How 'bout you run some laps to lose a few pounds?
If only you'd get your nose out of books
I bet you'd garner more stares for your looks
If only you'd change your curious personality
I hear the masses prefer banality

If only you'd see me for me
Do you know how content I'd be?
If you can't do that
Then leave me be.
A collection of things people have said to me over the years. I have developed a cynical complex because of it.
Schuy Dec 2016
Advertisements are fake
For not even a purebred skinny
Looks like that
With kneecaps the size of a penny

It's all fake
Everyone is cropping
Everything they can
To get that picture popping

An employee yells
And there go her thighs
Another one screams
So say goodbye to brown eyes

Oh? They heard you liked your curly black hair
But, we all know that Barbie's is blonde and straight
So replace yours
Or else you'll never find a mate

Conform to society's ways
And no harm will come to you
But if you decide to "Be Yourself"
We'll take that as our cue

To fight against you
Until there's nothing of you left to cease
We'll say thank you for playing our little game,
So sorry you had to leave
thehiddenwriter Nov 2016
She is not just a pretty face,
she has problems - troubles which no one cares to listen,
for at the end of the day everyone wants to get in her pants ,
and use her shell without knowing what's really inside her ,
she told me once how lonely she feels sometimes even
when there are a thousand people saying she's beautiful .
Everyone thinks that a pretty body is a blessing but is it ?
at least people with scared faces gets genuine people
whom they can count on ,
whom they can feel less lonely with !
Learn to see her for what she really is ,
Her ******* and curves can be deceiving ,
for she is really hard to not look at ,
but her heart is a place looking for someone
to claim it as it's home .
JAMIL HUSSAIN Oct 2016
Lost in thoughts I am

Should I measure your majestic looks in silver
Or
Should I weigh your   h e a v e n l y   curls  in   g o l d

Lost in thoughts I am
Should I read the hidden realms within your sparkling eyes
Or
Should I hear the words of your glowing cheeks that are told

Lost in thoughts I am
Should I bear a witness to the universe before me unveiled
Or
Should I keep my eyes gazing at your new divine fold

Lost in thoughts I am
Such    s e c r e t s   so publicly you d i s c l o s e:
Dancing are rows upon rows of roses
And
Such is your beauteous pose.

✒ ℐamil Hussain
Anne Webb Oct 2016
I have little burns on my body,
like from a cigarette,
but they hurt much more,
although they haven't bled.

But those little burns, really,
aren't from a cigarette,
they are from people's looks,
looks so firm that they make me sweat.

Those looks tend to differ, though,
some feel like a cigarette,
and some feel like bullets,
that might even shoot me dead.
This poem has to be read as thoughts, because that's exactly how I wrote it. The words were just thoughts running through my head.
Poetic T Jul 2016
Ruination gathers pace
colliding on empathy
no one cries.

Static thoughts tear
but linger eternality
cry for me.

Irrelevant emotions descend
no fissures expand,
emotions are un-moistened.
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