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just emma Jul 2020
" There is only you in my heart. "
pretty thoughts.
Unpolished Ink Jul 2020
How many pebbles does the jar contain?
Count them one by one, put them back again.

How many pebbles on the beach?
Can never count them all, they are out of reach.

How many pebbles in your hand?
My heart a singing stone, you rescued from the sand.
izi Jul 2020
One day, I would like to learn your name
Who you are
Where you come from
Your memories, your sorrows
Your deepest thoughts and feelings
Your soul.

One day, I will look into your eyes
And see someone else
Someone wiser, better, prettier than I
And I will smile
And laugh.

One day, I will learn to fly
The sun beating down on my back
Wings furling and unfurling
Wind spurring the waves
Crashing on the shore.

One day, I will learn to cry
I will sit in the shadows
Stare at the darkness
Challenge my fears
Pain seeping out.

One day, I will create a storm
Fingertips aflame
Lightning crackling
Power surging
Beneath my skin.

One day, I will learn to sit still
Still as a statue
With magnificent posture
Face calm, immaculate
Blank and smooth.

One day, I will learn to run
Far away from those who hurt me
Far away from those who love me
Far away
From me.

One day, I will learn to love,
The warmth that climbs through you
Tingling in your spine
My head,
Resting against hers.

One day, I will learn to forget
Forget everything I have ever learned
Until I learn to live
To live again.

One day, I would like to learn your name
Mine? I have none
I do not know
Who I am.

One day,
I would like to learn my name.
vega Jul 2020
my dear pretty starling
you'll hold my fragile attention
for no more than perhaps a season

but i'll still sit under your acacia branch
collecting iridescent feathers
as i listen to you beckon away the sun

and my dear pretty starling
soon you'll migrate to warmer evergreen
so i wish your wispy heart farewell

for mine has rotted off like bad fruit
but i'll still tuck away the seeds
for your curious beak to plant elsewhere.
coqueta Jul 2020
My button up shirts and
too baggy jeans
5 foot little kid with a face real mean

Those clunky platforms add a
weight to my feet
Five foot little kid with a smile so sweet


I’ve been drawing hearts in the sand
Ripping petals off all the flowers
I can get my hands on
(Pretty girl, pretty girl)
And I
Like to smile at my reflection
some reflecting, some introspection
my smile doesn’t look that sweet anymore




Beautiful
Love is only meant for people who’re
Beautiful, I think

Yea, I really do like
dancing in the kitchen, to ballroom lullabies
and looking into your eyes (pretty boy, pretty boy)
sitting in the park till the suns fallen from the sky
and living a life with you by my
side

but I’m afraid living that life is only meant for
beautiful people
love songs are always fun
wren Jul 2020
she is wrapped in the most beautiful linen

white silks

moonlit satin

a soft figure enveloped by their beauty

delicate hands

groomed fingernails

dark eyes

wet hearts

her power takes my breath away

i look up and


she is no longer a pseudonym

she is only the moon

i finally let you go
she was always herself, now i see her beauty
Grace Butler Jun 2020
“I just want to be pretty”
I whisper to myself
As I look at the parts of me
That I see as flaws
“I just want to be pretty”
I say as I look in the mirror
At my large stomach
My thick thighs
My chubby cheeks
And my double chin
“I just want to be pretty”
I whisper to myself
Thoughts of a sad big girl
aspen wilde Jun 2020
pretty tears guard my eyes
little jets of rainbows shoot when they fall
everything glistens, my face glows
crying is elegant they say.

fire burns my eyeballs
the hot lava turning my cheeks red
the world becomes icy, repelled by the heat
no, crying is raw.
Mari Jun 2020
Pretty weeds
growing from the cracks
of the ground.
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