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Beauty of the physique is but an illusion,
It leaves in awe but its not everlasting,
Its fascinating yet quickly fades,
It grabs attention,
Brings forth attraction,
But goes no further than that,
Beauty is a phase,
Enjoy it while it lasts; if you can.
Inner beauty?,,
Well inner beauty is forever,
It attracts and maintains the attraction,
It never fades,
It keeps the soul awake!
Its beautiful,
Beautiful beyond what the eyes can see,
Its real,its not an illusion..
Its true.
Its who you are,its beautiful.
Good day! :)
Akira Mar 2016
When you've been hurt over and over again it's easy to know what you don't want.
You don't want to be woken up at night with the sound of music blasting and a drunk man stumbling in, you don't want to have to deal with his anger.
The pain is something that you have decided to leave in your past. Emotionally you are scarred so as to never fall for a man like him
... just like your mother did ...

But when this new man came into your life, you let him in.
He didn't have the gut from drinking because he didn't drink.
He didn't break your heart when you were young.
He wasn't your dad.

But when pain came into your life again, it didn't look the same.

This one had locks and held your body like it was made of glass.
You thought it meant because he believed you were delicate but it was really because you could be recycled.
Never in your life had you equivocated yourself to trash but isn't that what he made you feel like.

And they wonder why you can be so hard and heartless; it's because of little boys like him "who's only tool that they use is the sword that they swing"
Darling your value was never meant to be determined by another man. You are priceless. You have galaxies in your eyes so who cares if he didn't give you the world you gave yourself the whole **** universe.

So pick up your pieces, put yourself back together and hold onto your happiness. These feelings are just visitors after they've stayed for a while, let them go.
Disclaimer: There's a quote in here from another spoken word I really like. It's titled Mother of Dragons by Tai Weinman.
Marcus Belcher Feb 2016
I want to
Spread love and knowledge
To male and female
Young and old
Precious these stories told
Endless in fashion
Write your page with pen
Choose the way
And the days you spend
One of those that fell out the brain again
brixton bell Dec 2015
i looked for you on the cold downtown sidewalks, believed you might appear like some mirage tangled in the constellation of city lights.

Knowing that I would not find you my heart began to play tricks on my mind. I tried to find your eyes in all the window reflections lining the deserted city roads- heavy breath frozen before me breaking the black night. Your image imprinted in my mind as though i had seen you three thousand times before- as if this mirage were truly concrete- as if these silly kind of dreams could ever really come true.

My mind knows the truth, though- while swayed by my deceptive heart still… it knows.
Either way i will continue to believe in such dreams.
brixtonbell.com
Julia Aubrey Sep 2015
can a mirage be real if you feel it only in your heart?

//

(j.a.r.)
Crashing through steel beams and concrete,
like a bullet through skin,
layer by layer, into the abyss,
hit the ground like a soft kiss.

Deep in the cracks,
covered in dirt,
blood runs through the Earth,
rushing through its open wounds.

Among the many skeletons,
lies a broken wreckage,
of skin and flesh,
blood and bones.

And through the fading sight,
of the shattered soul,
there's a glimmer of hope,
but it's just a mirage.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
emma jane Jul 2015
maybe all i need to stop this pain is a little motrin.
maybe all i need to stop this bleeding is a band-aid.
maybe all i need to stop this screaming are some ear plugs.
maybe all i need to stop this drowning is a life raft.
maybe all i need to stop this agony is a little numbness.

numbness...


it wears off,  doesn't stop the pain only holds back the flood gates
of sleepless nights and screaming hearts, bloodshot eyes and rejections knife.
just long enough for me to catch a glimmer of hope, a mirage
in the Sahara, so beautiful yet so cruel.  
just as i get close enough to taste
a sweet tomorrow,
the desert sun sets.
and i'm still bleeding,
and you're still
gone.

maybe all i need to stop this searching is a little less hope.
feedback? i kinda like this as spoken work....thoughts ;)
jovix Jun 2015
so many feel
not enough sleep
picking up the puzzle pieces
    and quickly throwing them
back down             farther away
    where i become oblivious
        to what had happened
              the night before..
                                  
                     ­              i woke up lying
                                      in a bed of roses
                                          crushed shoulders
                                 and numb fingertips
                                i sworn it had been
                            a humble beginning
                                      her sweet voice
                                            of calming
                              with that glazed over
                                   look in my eyes
                        she plucks at petals carefully
                              with expert precision

apart from lacking in
any real sleep
    it as in the fire
was nothing but
a prickly cactus
            a stone hedge maze              mirage
Chaz Moore May 2015
Still as blank pages and a pencil
My mind runs like icicles
Drips splat the cold concrete of my heart
Beating beating
A broken clock
As she sways in the warm summer night
On the height of my long cold mirage
Sheldon Dsouza Feb 2015
Like I was before I am now.
Reluctant to change I thought I was,
But succeeded to change myself somehow.

Thought you would prefer me that way,
Thought I'd seen hope's ray.
But I was wrong then as I am now.
A ray of hope I hadn't seen,

A mere illusion it had been.
No different than a mirage you were to me,
My minds visualization of a heavenly entity.

Thought I had found joy in a desert of sadness,
Like water in a barren wilderness.
Whoever knew the loneliness I had to go through without you?

Didn't care about it that much,
Who would! after gaining an angel like you as such!

But you never took me seriously,
A joke I was for you clearly.
No matter what I said or did,
You took my words no more than that of a kid.

Hoped for you to be more than a mirage for me,
Hoped that from this loneliness I would alas be free.

But as it had to be,
After chasing you for an eternity,
You disappeared into clarity.

After all the sweet pain you put me through,
You just spread your wings and flew.
Leaving me in this wretched state,
Like a mirage in a desert great great...
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