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Annie Jul 2015
I wish that I could explain,
What I feel when I look into the mirror,
I wish I could make you see,
How intensely it pulls my trigger,

I walk this path alone tonight,
There's disgrace,no friends are around,
I might have to jump this time,
If you're there, why don't you make a sound?

Do you know too? What it feels like,
When the ones you love drift away,
Do you know too? How much it hurts,
When no one smiles when they hear your name,

I am, from where the stars will shine on you,
But I can't touch them for now,
My skin is ugly and it's hateful,
You wouldn't want this oddity to grow,

With my baffled thoughts I return to my bed,
I don't want to do this, but I have to,
With another complex day ahead,
I close my eyes, hoping this would end soon
Leal Knowone Mar 2015
So beautiful in this ugliness, **** a bit of this wretchedness
in my mind I unwind, and uncover the lies you hide
because of it i kiss the bliss with chapped lips and clenched fist
I thought all I wanted was a night like this
looking back I know i dont want it
in this world full of lies and ****
we cant see truth through our own arrogance
you thought we wold live in a world of bliss
just a clenched fist gripping pestilence
drinking the glass half full from the optimist
we wont live a life of opulence
Sana Jan 2015
Everyone is ugly inside
And the most beautiful of us
Are those who have accepted
This ugliness within
Don't Exist Dec 2014
A cloud
such a thing only lives in the imaginary
in
the
SKY

Where rain comes from,
and those metallic flying objects
that roams the sky
never
touches the ground

The ground soak with rain droplets
mix with pollution
I felt under my feet

makes my skin tingles
no angry
no berserk

The skin wanted to rip itself
inside out
into tiny pieces
like rain droplets
the imaginary
the cloud

At least it has a chance to rise
but my soul
was cemented on the ground
polluted

So cry
I cried a tear
I cried a dream
A real Cloud
It seems that I only make sad poem
(Again), a simple poem
I said I'm fine
I said I was okay
I said I'll get better
So you walked away
You didn't bother
To see through my lies
To see the hate and hurt
Underneath my disguise
When I called for help
I was not high
I was being truthful
But you called it a lie
So I locked myself away
To battle it myself
My broken smile should be a sign
But you don't care

You have never really cared
You only care for yourself
Making cruel jokes
And ignoring all else
You don't care what you do
But it is what you do to me
And all others
That puts us on the edge
I have no idea why I still call you a friend
But I need the pain you dish  
It is like my dying wish
I just want to be in your arms
No expression just silence
Unlike all of your mind games
Which are suffocating me
For all eternity
About someone who was supposed to be a friend but abandoned me and hurts me everyday.
A Whitney Oct 2014
How I long,
To be that piece of art you adore.
To find my name,
Written upon the shore.

How I long,
To be a muse of such great beauty.
Compelling others to stand,
And stare would be my duty.

How I long,
To be so divine.
With you caressing me gently,
my body your shrine.

Alas, I am none of these things,
I'll never be able to call you mine.
For you to not call me yours,
Should be such a grievous crime.
Sana Sep 2014
In the middle of chaos, you find life
In the middle of this ugliness, you find humans
You look at a monster, and you are scared
But you know what is scarier?
It is that when you look at him, you see yourself
All this filth stuck into your skin
This ugliness that will not go away no matter what you do
It makes you feel horrible
And sometimes…
It makes you hate yourself
You want to run away but you can not
We hate people for what we are
We hate them for what we are afraid of
We hate them because deep down
We see ourselves
All this ugliness inside us
This ugliness that keeps us humans
This ugliness that makes us beautiful

… Bittersweet ugliness
                 keeping me sane …
This was the first poem I have ever wrote
It is a blessing to see the beauty in everything.
It is a blessing to see the pain behind beauty.
It is a curse to see the ugliness in everything.
It is a curse for someone to point out the ugly.
It is the truth that everyone and everything is beautiful.
I generally believe that everyone and everything is truly beautiful. I think everyone should know and get told that they ARE beautiful and believe it. Whoever and wherever you are, You're Beautiful! You are loved!
harvey Aug 2014
close them
then open
to find ugly little me
maybe tomorrow
I'll be a little more pretty
I don't write for you, I write for me, whether you like it or not, I don't care.
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