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I wonder why
   Amidst pretty girls in **** dresses

  And in smart girls with wealthy riches

  To kind girls with gifted hearts

He chose me...

With messy hair and baggy clothes

To

Senseless humor and idiotic attitude

To

Cheap gifts and angered temper

And last

My broken heart and change of moods

He hugged me, held my hand, kissed my cheek and stayed

With every reason he could've chose someone else

Left with all the reasons why

But he stayed. And I'm truly thankful.
Thankyou love.
ok okay Mar 2019
Pretty girl
Did you starve yourself
And sit upright in that chair
Pretty girl
Did you apply foundation
And condition your silky hair
Pretty girl
Did you use your makeup
And read that 'true beauty' magazine
Pretty girl
Did you put on those heels
So your prince charming could sweep you off feet
Pretty girl
Are you depressed
Because that boy just called you ugly
Pretty girl
That rope is seductive
And in death you found your beauty
Beauty standards are way too high for girls/women. Its sad to see, how far so many people go, especially in school.
Megan Edwards Mar 2019
Prettiness surrounds me
Yet I consume none
Beauty is in the heart.
What ******* I tell them!
This is just a small stanza I was planning on adding into a poem. However, I couldn't add it into any pieces so here it is by itself! Hope you enjoy ***
Shiv Pratap Pal Mar 2019
I Die Daily
Daily I am Born

Life and Death
Both are my Friend

Death is Lovely
Life is Ugly

Death is Cool
Life makes us Fool

Death is inevitable
Life may fail

I like my daily Death
No tension at all

Sleep is my daily death
I enjoy it after all
I Die Daily.  What about YOU?
J B Moore Mar 2019
Call me ugly, call me dumb
Say I’m boring and no fun.
You can say that I’m a mess,
You don’t have to be impressed.
Just tell me that I’m lazy,
You can even say I’m crazy,
‘Cause it may be somewhat true.
But please, whatever you do
Don’t tell me I’m too sweet,
That my company’s a treat.
Don’t say that I’m too nice a guy
That’s not a reason why.
If you’re not interested that’s fine,
Rather stay friends? Well, I don’t mind.
You could let me down easy,
Or you can say I make you queasy,
Just give me a reason, even blame it on fate
Just don’t blame it on one of my positive traits.
We’re all deeply flawed, you can take your pick
Just don’t choose something I don’t need to fix.

3/20/19
claire Mar 2019
my soul is like a basement
you don't see the rats
until they're scared out hiding
but they've been there all along
Aa Harvey Mar 2019
Tasteless


Food is ugly, words are false;
Finish your plate or else!
Starving hungry with eyes that cannot see;
Understand, I just don’t want to eat.


Never been a vegetarian;
Bacon is too good at being the best meat.
Open fridge to a room full of emptiness;
Shelves so full of complete blandness, so complete.


Never needed a witness to confess;
Willingly I show you around my head.
My heart and soul may be connected,
But my brain and stomach are not even friends.
They cannot relate, my empty plate,
Wasting away, happy today in my own way.


Too full of apathy to eat.
I see my reflection staring back at me,
In the microwave machine;
The only place I bother to be.


I catch a glimpse of malnutrition,
But do not worry about me,
Or what I eat; I eat to please.
To please the ones who worry, they are sweet,
But I am still so unhealthy.


I am happy when I weigh less than I should be;
Used to have a better body.
Used to be a better version of me;
Used to be somebody.
Those days are gone forever;
Too far gone to remember gladly.


Working hard to find my six pack;
Afraid those days ain’t coming back.
Give it time and it may be;
Only if it happens will you see my body.
This skin on bones I hide with clothes,
This belly should not be a part of me.
I cannot let you see that I have become so flabby.


Happy being skin near slim,
Not fat like that.
The mirror man has never been perfect,
But if only I could reach what I once had.
Weight a while, break the scales,
Walk in the snow, walking for miles.
Heart, body and soul, no place to go,
Striving for perfect,
But those wishes are too shallow.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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