Laura Jun 29
Symmetry deficits call for chiaroscuro.
Highlight the summits,
and diffuse shadows at the vertex
of cheekbone and mandible.
Colour the apples, rubescent as newborn flesh,
and soften edges for a gentle definition.

If you paint claret from bow to corner
it can create something fuller; induce desire-
Valencia can bleach the blemishes.
Liquid or matte lies in pesky furrows
and rots like carrion in warm weather:
remember to blot excess sebum prior.

Are you pneumatic? Applications can support you-
with enough you can acquire
something ample for a decade.
Look to the lens. It winks;
raise brow in a clean cut, diagonal
from nostril edge: the playful frame apertures admire.

Flash.

Share with friends:
refresh/close/open,
and sigh at affirmations.
Matia James Jun 3
What defines beauty? One can say it's your looks. Your personality. Your style. But who can define what a person's beauty? No one but God himself. Nobody can say that the world is full of ugliness because if you see ugly that means you create the ugly. Beauty comes from within. Beauty is how you see yourself and how you allow others the see you. When you show your beauty to the world they'll try to down play your worth and if you allow it, it will happen. An ugly person comes from their attitude towards others. Don't allow an ugly attitude make you ugly too. Provide the world with beauty, for mother nature needs it to grow. Look deep within your heart and ask yourself "What makes me beautiful?" and see what you come up with. What makes me beautiful is my kind forgiving heart. My sweet smile. My shy, funny personality.  My poise. My grace. My charm and my wit. I'm a loving person who sees good in all even when they have done me wrong. My beauty shines bright raising my son. My beauty shines bright in my son. He's my continuation of beauty. No one can define your beauty but you and God.
Tired of the world trying to tell us what's beautiful. No matter who you are, what you look like you are beautiful. Inside and out
Regan May 28
I don’t really like myself,
It’s true I don’t.
I don’t stand out.
I’m not any sort-of special.
I’m normal.
I don’t have a quality
that makes me stand out.
I change my hair color,
I wear makeup,
And I change who I am.
I try on clothes that make me cry,
because my body isn’t perfect.
I pick out new foundations,
To cover my flaws better.
I give into others,
To make them happy.
I have lost myself, and have found myself.
Still, through all I’ve gone through,
I still don’t like myself.
I feel undeserving of anything,
Useless, worthless, and terrible.

I’m sorry self, you shouldn’t be treated this way.

© Regan
There’s so many things on my mind and I figured it was time to publish this one. I hope you enjoy my sad poems, they all help me express feelings I have trouble expressing.
Emma May 23
This body will never be beautifully at rest

I will always have to suck in my stomach to appear graceful
I will always have to lift my chin to slim my jawline
I will always force my collarbones forward
I will always lift my elbows to keep my arms from splaying against my body
I will always push my hips back to have that coveted thigh gap
I will always wear heels to define my calves
I will always cover my skin in paint and color
I will always force my hair to lay sweetly covering parts of my face
I will always cover the scars I gave myself trying to be beautiful
I will always
I will always
I will always

I will never be at rest.
the potential that people
see in me
is the potential
I’ll never be,
like golden rotten teeth,
society setting the bar
with dominating voices
for higher purposes
and the television
had me
chasing city dreams
on the outside,
they want me to be
all skyscrapers,
monumental
and charismatic
but on the inside,
I feel like a conflagration
of condemned buildings
collapsing to the streets
they given me
the grass
and they given me
the graves
but none of it matters
because it’s what
I decide to plant
in the ground

the people I once adored
are the people I no longer
want to be surrounded
by anymore

half the world is trying
to sell you shit
you don’t need
and the other half
is just disinterested,
yet, they feel compelled
to preach about their
new found discoveries
with the best intentions
like blue herons
swimming upstream,
again the current  

I refuse to acknowledge
the aggregation of judgment
from the principals of
prosperity, honesty and integrity
and be measured by levels of
excellence and quality
as I lower my expectations
with beer cans that
lounge like lizards
aloft my bulbous beer-belly
like buoys in the ocean,
encrusted with a layer
of mustard stained
tattered torn t-shirts,
dust on my boots,
mud on my jeans,
hair messy and knotted
absentminded to the
disease ridden impurities
and set forth into the night
with delicacy
to look up at the stars
shining so bright
and enjoy myself
because when you have
no home to live in or
roof over your head
it’s kind of hard,
not to

we are all animals,
dull creatures in the
kingdom of fire,
preoccupied with perfection
and dizzy with the
unnecessary difficulties
that standardized civilization
has bestowed upon us

humanity is the worst thing
to happen to humanity
She Writes Apr 4
She will go out tonight
With hair higher than her standards
And heels higher than her self esteem
Looking for love
In all the wrong places
At some point explanations run thin,
-and the truth reveals itself.
Emily Mar 12
People tell you to be
That girl

But what do they mean?
The bleach blonde babes
Or the brunette bookworms
With fair skin and "natural" beauty
Intelligent, but not smarter than their man
Independent, but they'll come running
Passionate and compassionate at once
The mental capacity and ability to be
That girl

But, the people who want these traits
Still want a stick figure
And someone who's "thick" with two "c's"
Which, for the record
Is the same letter as the cup size
That is desirable if you want to be
That girl

But, it seems like they're looking for a Barbie
Not a person
They want a plastered on smile
Without the emotions that are underneath
And the perfect body
Carved out of plastic
Just be careful not to get implants
Because your impossible proportions
Must be natural if you want to be
That girl

I've witnessed some things
That you wouldn't
So, excuse me if I don't
Wear my heart on my sleeve
If I can't force a smile
To fix someone else
When I'm struggling with shit
Going on with myself
Because, last I checked
I was a human being
Not a perfect specimen
Or the next Sophia
Which brings up the fact
That at the end of the day
No matter what we say
If a machine
Can replace me
Then why bother to be
That girl?
First piece of slam poetry for creative writing.
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