I used to think you were beautiful
The way you moved when you danced
Was a sight to be seen by angels
The way you burst into abrupt laughter at your own jokes
Was the most inspirational way someone has told me
That life was the real joke and its best to just laugh
Oh and the way you pressed your face against a person to kiss them
Like you just couldnt get close enough.
But then you told me all the things you've done
All the people you've ****** over
All the times you ****** up bad
And got ****** up bad...
I used to think you were beautiful
But now i know its not that simple
Its something real
Real in the way
I could be that person you **** over
I could be something you **** up bad
Or be the person you get ****** up bad with
But more than that
I could be the one you danced with
I could be the one you laugh with
I could be the one you kiss.
You were something real and tangible in that moment
And that was the most beautiful person i have ever seen

the clock in the corner, it ticks and tocks,
i am a walking paradox,
the things i say are never true,
oh don't you wish you knew the truth?
alas, the truth is in front of your eyes,
the way that i act is just a disguise,
and the things that i say are all quite real,
please tell me how that makes you feel.

My words are trending
now I'm seen as a poet?
Your algorithm is flawed
that little sign offends me!
I dont write for you
I don't care to impress,
fame and glory is not what I seek.

I give voice to my world
with a pen as my weapon.
Bleeding onto pages
every feeling, emotion and thought,
bonding it forever in ink.

Profoundly thankful for the ability
to captivate with a spell of words
to weave together a phrase
that tugs at your heartstrings

I share what I feel
and see and hear and wonder
I am glad you can relate
however please bear in mind
this I do for my sanity not yours.

I come from ****** noses and scraped knees.
Bright blue eyes holding onto the promise of tomorrow
that will never come.
I come from optimism,
forever filled with the hope of
something better.
I come from sugar coated lies
Spoken from caved lips of hidden truth.
I come from pangs of anxiety, balled fists and damp eyes.
I come from the heartbeat in my ear drums that cannot be escaped.
I close my eyes, but fire burns brighter in the darkness.

I come from misconception.
I begin to understand the world for what it is.
I come from a new beginning; hopeful of a better start to something new, but forever fearful.
I come from power, of a stronger person that has been painfully carved along the way.
It is all a matter of perspective.

Photoshopped fantasy fictions
Misogynistic oppressive depictions
Unobtainable beauty
Fake imagery
This LIE is but violence and bigotry