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Keiri Aug 2019
Simple beauty is often complicated.
One who tries too hard isn't pretty.
But where exacly is it stated.
What defines beauty?

One is appealing to the eye.
But can be rotten inside.
It can all be one big lie.
One doesn't care and doesn't try.

One can be visually unappealing.
But a beauty within.
In the end, that one would win.
But one is sad, it's a sin.

Simple beauty is simple and short.
True and honest, yet humble.
One cares and repells the wrong sort.
It's the one that'll make you stumble.
miki Aug 2019
i don’t know
i just wish i wasn’t normal
if i wasn’t normal
would that change your mind?

i don’t know
i just wish i wasn’t ugly
if i wasn’t ugly
would that change your mind?

i don’t know
i just wish i wasn’t breathing
if i wasn’t breathing
would that change your mind?

i don’t know
i just wish i hadn’t loved you
if i hadn’t loved you,
would i be alive?
third stanza and title are lyrics from a snippet of ‘i don’t know, i just wish i wasn’t breathing’ by billie eilish <3
Butterfly Aug 2019
I was standing in purple light and you said that you remembered that the first thing you thought was: "**** she's ugly."
I burst down
Of laughter
Than after we walked out of the light.
And you said that I was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
I'm sorry, this is such a bad "poem"
It's about someone that I love so maybe that will make it up?
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
People called him
short, stout, comical-looking,
but I felt compassion for him
and I wondered
what experiences
would give him
joy and happiness?
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
I didn't realize,
how easily I believed you
and let you break me.

You convinced me,
my beauty was ugly,
my strengths were my weakness,
my pride was my shame
and that I was inferior.

You made me believe,
a reality which was hurting me,
and I accepted what you made
me believe.
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
I didn't realize,
how easily I believed you
and let you break me.

You convinced me,
my beauty was ugly,
my strengths were my weakness,
my pride was my shame
and that I was inferior.

You made me believe,
a reality which was hurting me,
and I accepted what you made
me believe.
Art
Art doesn’t have to be beautiful,
It can be *****,
Ugly,
Sad,
Malicious,
But it is still beautiful
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
Sun carved silhouettes,
Darkness from light.
Things that grow,
In the shadow.
Crawl out in the night.
There is no such thing as an ugly art,
But an ugly heart.
Every art has its own meaning by the one who made it.
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