I am always here and never there,
So tired of the day to day.

I keep waiting for the moment we can jump on a train,
Like the ones I hear calling from my bedroom window.
I like to imagine they are going to far off distant lands,
But I doubt they'll go past Cincinnati.

I keep trying to make something beautiful out of something ugly
And I guess there's some sort of metaphor there.
Well when the train finally blows the whistle,
Tell me who still cares.

I am what I am and I am ugly
But that is ok
My life is meant for something other than to be looked at
And craved after by many
Although this too is noble in itself.
No, I am different, am other,
too loud and proud and caring.
I am meant for different things where
I sketch skyscapes with my words
And turn minds with my musings
And I don't need appreciation for the body that does it.
I have lumps and marks and redness
But my arms are strong for lifting
And my brain quick to change the things that I see fitting.
So, do not cry that you are ugly,
Be happy that you are, for you are made for different things
And different people too.

Mine words have no power
They come out and wander
Around the corners of the world

Who'll accept your mighty works
And stay with keeping their words
Just to say you've saved the world

No rich strength protects the poor ones
But to establish their power and stunts
To release the fear to the helpless world

So come out young poor ugly men
Let us show them what we meant
To conquer and recreate a peaceful world

I'm too small
As small as a dot on the crumpled paper
I'm just one of thousands
Even invisible in this cruel world
Sheltered in a narrow and thin shells
Hiding behind the leaves which begin to change color
My first house
finally I was born
as something strange
I'm the ugly
My body covered with bristle
Feebly crawling along a twig
Gnaw the leaves around and make holes
Run away from the birds
Grappling with weaver ants
Makes me fell to the ground
Until my bristle loss and scattered
Only a worm greets
They hate me so
I could get killed, not all of them accept
until I'm stuck in another dimension
I'm the lonely hiding caterpillars
Imprisoned inside a small obsolete pouch
Trying to **** time
Struggling in the darkness to reach beauty
That's enough of this stopover
wade through the rigors of the long wait that handcuff
I was reborn
being different and they like me
Abundant happiness arrives
fly indefinitely with both my beautiful wings
penetrate malignancy to explore the horizon

Leprous hands reach for my money
They deserve it           so do i!
What to do?
An eternal question truthfully answered
Only at the moment of inception

Rotten curled nubby flesh
With breath and life
Eyes two
Or perhaps one and dim
Motion on legs or leg and wood
Pain i hope never to know
Presented to me daily face first
Only place to hide
False selfish concepts generated
In fear and helplessness
Helplessness        a vicious agony
Maker of insanity
And compassionate movements
Stand i not where i want to be

Perfection well eludes full reality
Not even close really
Then how to embrace the imperfect what is?

Ugly is in the eye of the beholder

When i was younger i wanted to be like any other guy only i didnt have the some thing between my thighs.
When i was told girls didnt like bugs and shouldnt play in the dirt that was the day i put on my very first skirt.
When i was toldgirls must always look hot, i looked down and realised i was not so i ran home and tried all my mothers make up.
When i was told i looked like a clown with my face caked on i ran home and cried myself to nothing because i was to embarrased to show my bare self.
When i was told to give up id never be good enough i left and never looked back.
Im too good to be put down by someone who never should have mattered, that is why everyday i feel flattered when i walk out my front door knowing im better than i ever was before.

Your the way you are and thats the most beautiful thing you can ask for!

-Been

Expand your mind when you enter a room
What do you see?
The 12 year old girl in the corner on her phone
Sexting three guys and a girl she's not alone
The guy on the dance floor won't take someone home
He's literally just there for a good time
The guys and girls getting high because they feel so low
The girl in that short skirt isn't a ***
The guy who can't hold his alcohol is too young to be there
The dog eating his ***** is too hungry to care
You try to fit in but really you won't
Because nobody is as they seem and no one will ever know