Queen Antonym of Superficial,
I wish the pseudonym of your official
name was just your name.
Your anonymity is so much more to pity,
as your antonyms
are only pretty,
and their anonymity is in their substance.
One day your looks will dissipate
Like the steam from boiling water
Gradually but inevitably
Your physicality will falter
Is joyous to an extent
When you're young and exploring life
But you can't always depend
On materials and shallow links
To bring you what a connection can
When you're on your death bed
Whether wealthy or simply meeting ends
When all you crave is to hold a hand
i met him at a masquerade, a silly place
where people do not need names.
wearing the mystery of the night,
dancing under the raw spotlight,
his honey lips, his indecisive eyes
were feeding innocent souls with lies.
but then i saw him, at midnight,
alone and hidden with his one light
-the lonely moon, the queen of dead
in front of whom his cheeks turned red.
he was just a tragic moonlover
when the masquarade was over.
oh, that poor disguised angel
made falling in love seem so fatal...
<3 tired of writing short lines
What happened to all the beautiful girls?
Ones with fire in their eyes and gold in their chest
What happened to the precious pearls?
Who flowed like the wind and shone like the stars.
Did the ocean take away their sweet treasures?
And leave behind these empty shells
Whose shallow exterior can never measure
To the gem that lay within.
Did they ascend from the Earth?
And leave behind their shed skin
Whose plasticity cannot worth
The firmness that they held within.
Did the fire burn out their light?
And in their place plant seeds dud
Whose bitter fruits cannot incite
The fiery passion they fuelled.
Did the Earth swallow them whole?
And replace them with thorns
Which cannot fill the empty holes
That they left behind.
Or maybe it was the work of man
Who took those girls for granted
Moulded them to suit their wants
And bred them to the expectations they implanted.
When we we younger, we had no prejudice or judgement against one another but as we grew older, we began to separate and segregate and build a heirarchy based on stereotypes and social expectations, where once best friends were embarrassed to be seen talking to each other. What happened during those years of growth for us to turn out this way?
It basically goes like this
at the point of birth onward,
we are all seedlings encapsulated by a thick glass.
when we are all very, very young
our glass orb is our entire world
we have not filled the glass just yet
with out a passion, or roaring spirit.
Many days will be spent stagnant
inside our self absorbed orb looking at the mirror
what you see is dependent on
how far you are willing to look.
Have you ever stopped your youth
to look past yourself
and see the pain others go through?
To see there is more out there than this orb?
sad to say some don't ever see past their own reflection
have you ever really noticed
yourself becoming aware?
As we grow deep and develop
its only natural to fill those void within ourselves
our ambition becomes too big for our little world
a destruction of self,
but a creation of space.
Yes, we can actually reach this potential!
We can break our glass orbs!
and then you can see
this "Whole Big World" has all of us in it.
Humanity at its finest.
But there are some,
who are so mindless and content
with this space we all share.
they never see past the mirror.
That is why you can meet someone
at any point in their life
whose still too conscious of themselves
and have never cracked the glass of their own little world.
don't get caught up in what the world thinks is worth your time. You don't need to look pretty. You don't need to fall in line. What you need is to see past all that, because we have only so much time.
only answers when there's pictures
only picks up when I'm undressed
only tells that he loves me when
I'm looking at my best
I've stopped answering your calls
now I'm leaving you on read
I want to real love
not lust inside your bed
find someone who knows where real value lies...
Where have all the good girls gone?
The ones who prefer brains to brawn.
Today's girls seem to like tattoos;
They like bad boys who bring bad news.
When I grew up the girls were classy.
They were smart and kind and super sassy.
But now they're shallow and superficial;
They're so covetous and artificial.
Love should be about heart and soul.
About the truth that makes us whole.
Forget Facebook and Instagram;
Just talk to me: I'm an old school man.
People called him
short, stout, comical-looking,
but I felt compassion for him
and I wondered
would give him
joy and happiness?