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A mystical lake
deep in a hidden forest
simmering sunsets
ferns swaying softly in the shallows
there lived a bevy of Swans
content in their surrounding of tranquility
both graceful and majestic, except for one
the ugliest swan, draped in muddy black
tolerated, he would swim amongst the others
quietly, he lived in his tears
for the one he admired the most
stayed far away
on the other side of the lake
I am no Romeo
other than good at dying
romance is for the beautiful
I miss the most essential of ingredients
         paintings now only black
                   poetry that never dries
                                a garden that no longer blooms
I walk alone in the forest
gazing  down at dead foliage
scattered bones among the leaves
I hear the faint sound of an animals chant
before I realize
it was from a time long ago
Arthur Vaso Mar 27
After a cold grey winter
finally a beautiful warm sunny day
outside my window gazing
at all the beautiful people going for a walk
with their beautiful children
and beautiful dogs
and beautiful outfits
beautiful smiles

I got up to go out
and enjoy this beautiful day
opened my front door and a guard was there
he said get back inside sir
you are not allowed out
perplexed I asked why?
he replied, this is a beautiful day
its for beautiful people
you are Ugly sir
go inside and shut the door

I was a bit shocked
I guess new rules
So, I snuck out the back door
I wanted a coffee
at the coffee shop I walked in
the barista asked would you like a coffee or
a facelift?
What the hell?
she gave me a coffee and said go drink it outside
and put on a mask she yelled
no ugly people allowed in this shop sir

I was outside sipping my coffee, when
a beautiful blonde in high heels sauntered by
she glanced at me and screamed in shock
stumbled and fell through the coffee shop window
cutting her neck, bloods spurting everywhere
oh well I guess she is ugly too now
maybe not as much as me, but still

I have an electric car
no worries not a Tesla
even its a good one for Ugly people now
I just wanted away from the coffee shop fast
less  I get blamed for her death
the car door refused to open
I tried all the commands, nothing worked
the Cars voice system, said get in the trunk
I no long allow Ugly people in my seats
what choice did I have?
ugly has no choice I guess
in I got

feeling sad I decided to go the local cemetery
through the back seat hole I gave new directions
the car scoffed but off we went
the graveyard is always quiet and soothing
not this time
the earth seemed to shake a little
whispers heard all over
Hope thy don't bury him here!
He sure is ugly, we are more beautiful than that
wonder if it was a bus or truck that hit him
more and more these whispers I heard
even Ugly has ears
I ran back to the car

back in the trunk Ugly
I now had to sneak back into my house
in the backyard again I spotted a beautiful bunny
it stared at me with a frown and said
"Go away ugly one ewwwwww"
The beautiful rabbit then look over at a pretty duck
"we sure know who the Ugly Duckling is here now!"
they both had a good laugh

I never left my house
ever again.
Arthur Vaso Mar 22
Her
Her words
were my oxygen
her thoughts
invaded my lungs
her
passion
woke me from deep within
her rejection
peeled off all my skin
Arthur Vaso Mar 22
Lie embedded in my heart
bleeding
yet I still held a breath or two
she fired the one thousand and one
my heart had no more room
for
life
or love
so now you have the proof
a heart can die twice
Heartbreak is an ugly thing,
A ripped up feeling of pain.
In true heartbreak,
There is no beauty,
So if you find some it was but simple distaste.
Heartbreak is a burning fire,
A bullet hole in the chest of your love,
Left by your lover, with blood on their glove.
There's nothing nice about it
Steve Page Feb 7
“You’re big and ugly enough,” he did mean it kindly
as he passed me a wrench and continued to guide me.

“You’re big enough and ugly enough, to handle this truth.  
It’s now time that you learned that it’s just what we do.
We take on the rough along with the smooth.
You will learn that the world will expect this of you.”

And so, each year upon year I took on rough truths,
until cold battered hands were no longer smooth.
I grasped the sharp nettles, and I braced for disputes
until strong opposition decided to move.

I ignored muscle pains and maintained my strong grip,
all the much tighter when I felt my hands slip.
Through gritted cracked teeth, expletives would slip
but I beat mounting odds with dulled cries of relief.

Now a few decades on, I’m still big and I’m ugly,
but I’ve got a light touch for words that hold beauty.
There’s a time for raw strength but space for what’s lovely
and the lovely gives strength to meet each day’s duties.

My dad did mean well when he passed on his insights,
but there’s much more to my strength than winning each fight.
I’m no longer a big, ugly stereotype -
The best part of me can be found when I write.
If my dad saw me struggling he would say that I was big and ugly enough to handle it.
karma ch Jan 24
am i worth your while?
can i be your one and only focus
will you be the daddy i've needed since i was a child
why should i ask you to be what you should want to be?

am i too old for attention?
am i too big for affection?
is maturity affliction?
is my reality twisted by my retention?

when you see me i become a different person
am i not silent or feeble enough?
is my exterior too rough, or my interior too tough?
what makes me separate from who i was before
i don't recall changing in those seconds.

you said i was sweet before
more cute and interesting than any other
i'm smart, just as long as i don't stop being normal
and if i look the part, you'll love me evermore?

i can't shrink myself down to quaint size
i can't make my voice an octave higher
if that can't changed to a might
or if it did, you may offer a maybe
i'd drop everything in a second
for a chance to be your baby.
strangers - ethel cain
Jonah Singleton Dec 2024
Yes
so too, there exists the ultimate skill of GOD
and in man, manifesting perpetually, is the reflection of GOD
to create, reproduce
to plan, to build.

By default of the circumstances
GOD is the creator
and life is an execrable mirror.
Ayla Grey Dec 2024
That girl in the mirror is beautiful
Confidence worn like a crown on her head
But once I remember that girl is me
I think she's ugly again
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