#deepshit - Hello Poetry

Stop saying my body is "goals" stop saying i have mesmerising eyes stop saying my smile is charming Or that i'm a sweetheart Stop calling me beautiful Beautiful girls don't sit at home alone on saturday nights Beautiful girls don't cry themselves to sleep And they don't hate what they see in the mirror beautiful girls get good grades beautiful girls get a lot of attention from guys Beautiful girls are friends with everyone they're not shy they don't get anxiety attacks over having to make a phone call Beautiful girls don't obsess over not having washed their hands for an hour And they don't count calories beautiful girls don't smile at the ground when they get a compliment They face the person who complimented them and compliments them back... Beautiful girls know how to write a proper poem. a beautiful girl is that girl in the front of the class, who gets straight A's and doesn't even have to try She has long blonde hair and blue eyes. she has straight teeth and a killer smile and all the guys are always around her. and She's never alone on saturday nights

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Nov 24, 2016

Nov 24, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC

soanxious

Stop calling me beautiful

Stop saying my body is "goals" stop saying i have mesmerising eyes stop saying my smile is charming Or that i'm a sweetheart Stop calling me beautiful Beautiful girls don't sit at home alone on saturday nights Beautiful girls don't cry themselves to sleep And they don't hate what they see in the mirror beautiful girls get good grades beautiful girls get a lot of attention from guys Beautiful girls are friends with everyone they're not shy they don't get anxiety attacks over having to make a phone call Beautiful girls don't obsess over not having washed their hands for an hour And they don't count calories beautiful girls don't smile at the ground when they get a compliment They face the person who complimented them and compliments them back... Beautiful girls know how to write a proper poem. a beautiful girl is that girl in the front of the class, who gets straight A's and doesn't even have to try She has long blonde hair and blue eyes. she has straight teeth and a killer smile and all the guys are always around her. and She's never alone on saturday nights

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The colors all internalized in me Are killing me inside The red of fire in my veins Keeping me alive The blue of cold inside my heart Chilling every bone The black hidden deep in my chest The color of my merciless soul The yellow-brown of my bile That burns and stings my flesh But none of these painful colors Have been able to **** me yet

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC

fireinmyveins

Colors

The colors all internalized in me Are killing me inside The red of fire in my veins Keeping me alive The blue of cold inside my heart Chilling every bone The black hidden deep in my chest The color of my merciless soul The yellow-brown of my bile That burns and stings my flesh But none of these painful colors Have been able to **** me yet

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Mystic seagull, flying close to the water Your reflection, hidden beneath your wing Though we watch, it’s only you that can see From where we came, there is no other light What we believe is wrong, what you know is right White winged shaman, your sails fill the air All your memories, you place upon the shore What we hear, the roar of oceans in our ears Only the misting air understands crashing waves Can you tell me the secrets of my coming days? In the days of tides that washed my soul And breezes that would always blow We would always remember How the land would always know Unspoken sentiment poured itself out Through eyes that can only see The things that we love the most But are unable to speak or conceive Bird once in flight, light upon my shoulder Speaking in tongues, happy only to be Casting about, holding only what you need When you held them, a kiss made them believe To carry us with you, only fear could ever grieve When I look at you it is what you know that I want We shared what truth only makes with a sound You said meet me where salt meets the land Only shells know where hearts could be found In the days of tides that washed my soul And breezes that would always blow We would always remember How the land would always know Unspoken sentiment poured itself out Through eyes that can only see The things that we love the most But are unable to speak or conceive

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May 26, 2015

May 26, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC

mark-lecuona

A Kiss to Believe

Mystic seagull, flying close to the water Your reflection, hidden beneath your wing Though we watch, it’s only you that can see From where we came, there is no other light What we believe is wrong, what you know is right White winged shaman, your sails fill the air All your memories, you place upon the shore What we hear, the roar of oceans in our ears Only the misting air understands crashing waves Can you tell me the secrets of my coming days? In the days of tides that washed my soul And breezes that would always blow We would always remember How the land would always know Unspoken sentiment poured itself out Through eyes that can only see The things that we love the most But are unable to speak or conceive Bird once in flight, light upon my shoulder Speaking in tongues, happy only to be Casting about, holding only what you need When you held them, a kiss made them believe To carry us with you, only fear could ever grieve When I look at you it is what you know that I want We shared what truth only makes with a sound You said meet me where salt meets the land Only shells know where hearts could be found In the days of tides that washed my soul And breezes that would always blow We would always remember How the land would always know Unspoken sentiment poured itself out Through eyes that can only see The things that we love the most But are unable to speak or conceive

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You have a big heart, I love to **** Good-night.

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Feb 21, 2015

Feb 21, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC

xXwallflower53Xx

A Mother's Poem (10W)

You have a big heart, I love to **** Good-night.

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