#hideous
Can I flip my skin inside out?
I doubt my rotten heart is any more
hideous than my outside
people only look out of curiosity and fear
it’s a joke, truly, that you thought
anyone would love you my dear
I hope after it’s over
I can shed my skin and reveal
my rusted core beneath
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 8:20 PM UTC
Union lack…
Put up a flag, desperate to fit…
Flags that were used on hideous ships…
Where are you Jack?
Who is it this time?
Can’t help think of the kids that have to fight to survive…
Whilst yours flit between different lives, crying inside…
Sing them a brutish lullaby,
About a world that never lived…
The same lullaby that reverberates through the opera boxes of this creaking pit…
It’s only purpose to keep you as the sick,
The sick who were shown to grin and take it, teeth full of grit; the real victims, now - burn what’s left of their original pith, never questioning the poker of the shadow bearer’s writ…
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 7:48 PM UTC
We’re sick of your lies
We’re sick of our frame
We’re sick of your blame
We’re sick of your lack of shame…
We’re sick of your hideous, righteous twist
We’re sick of your negligent noose
We’re waiting for it to trip back on you…
We’re waiting for you to tell the truth
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 5:29 AM UTC
Am I just so hilarious to look at?
Do I just make you giggle?
Do I make you roar with laughter?
Do I? Huh, do I?
Am I just that entertaining?
So hideously hilarious?
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 1:05 AM UTC
Love is the most hideous of all
that you'll ever feel,
You wont even realize its there when you have time with that one person and
all of a sudden
you feel all this weight pulling your heart down at once knowing that your time with them has come to an end.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 8:14 AM UTC
He have been walking on a track,
A mountainous hideous tract.
A ignorantly self created track..
A tract of which the very ground beneath his feet is made of broken bottles and everything sharp..
Piercing through his feet..
Getting used to the pain already
Not very sure, he can hold on..
The bleeding under his feet, he might pass out half way..
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 4:27 PM UTC
Curse you!
I wish I never knew you!
I wish you weren't here!
I hate you.
You hurt me every day,
You embarrass me in every possible way.
You malicious thing.
Pain is the only gift you bring.
Rip it out. Please.
Rid me of this human disease.
I take the knife,
And rip you out.
You'll never beat again,
You hideous heart.
I'll rip you to shreds,
I'll tear you apart.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
How would it be if something hideous was precious?
What if you find out now what was concealed then?
j.c.l.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
Made me feel beautiful
Yet sometimes hideous too
Held my confidence in your hand
It crumbled when we fell through
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
The button glares it's hideous grin beckoning me to give it one good push
Start Over is plastered over it's red polish
Why is the button always red? I question
I am numbed my core rotten as I stick in my hands in to see if my heart still beats
Everything fades and my senses feel as though it is just an anesthetic
I try to see but all I know is this dream within my nightmare
The button grows further and further away
Will I be able to reach it in time?
I don't know...
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
Si Jamaeda:
Isa siyang matrona
na ang pangarap
ay ang wagas
na kagandahan.
Palagi siyang
nilalait ng kanyang
mga kaeskwela.
Maging mga kapatid niya
ay nilalayuan siya.
Samantala,
ang mga magulang niya
ay ikinahihiya
ang kanyang
kakatwang presensiya.
Isang araw,
kanyang natuklasan
isang natatanging pormula
upang makamtan
pinakamimithing kagandahan.
Mula sa laboratoryo
lumabas ang isang
mestisang diyosa
na siyang nagdulot
nang tiyak na pagkahulog
ng bawat panga
na nilalampasan niya.
Puri dito, puri doon.
Ang tainga niya
ay pumapalakpak.
Kaway rito, kaway doon,
hindi siya matigil
sa kahahalakhak.
“Sa wakas,”
ika niya,
kagandaha'y napasakanya.
Subalit,
ngunit,
datapwat,
langit biglang
kumulog,
kumidlat.
Habang ang diyosa'y pauwing
mahinhing naglalakad,
nakasalubong niya
ang isang matrona
na siyang nagpaalala
ng mapait na nakaraan niya.
Itsura ng matrona
sadyang kasuka-suka
mas masahol pa
sa dating muka ng diyosa,
wika ng marami
pinagsukluban ng langit at lupa
maging impyerno ay nakialam pa.
Hiling nito sa diyosa
ibahagi ang sikreto niya
sa pagbabago ng uling
at naging isang ginto,
ngunit ang kagandahan
ng diyosa'y panlabas lang
sapagkat kanyang budhi
lubos-lubos ang kaitiman.
Itinaas ang kilay
at saka pumanhik,
hindi niya namalayan
ang nagbabadyang panganib.
Plok! Plak!
Inay ko po'y kaysakit!
Ang diyosang marikit,
napasubsob sa putik.
Ngunit sa halip
na malambot ang lupang hahagip
'yon pala'y sa ilalim
may nakatagong talim.
Matigas niyang mukha
ginuhitan ng pait
ang maladiyosang matrona
nasiraan ng bait.
Lahat ng tao'y
naengganyong lumapit,
sa lakas ng kanyang sigaw
dahil sa sobrang sakit.
Imbis na tulunga'y
pinagtawanan, nilait.
“Hahaha! Buti nga sa 'yo,
mayabang ka kasi,”
ang kanilang sambit.
Luha niya'y nangingilid,
ngunit walang pasubali,
ang kutya nila'y sumasabay
sa ulang masidhi.
Sa hindi niya inaasahan,
dinamayan siya ng isa.
Isang pamilyar na mukhang
hindi rin naman
naiiba sa kanya.
Magbuhat noon,
natutunan niya
ang isang malaking
leksiyon:
“Mas masarap ang maging duryan,
kaysa maging isang mamon.”
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
Concentration on a visual smorgasbord
Is quite hard with unknown colors
All holding hands, just passing on through
Behind the window, I’m finished with you
Though your style still rests in my mind
Manifesting itself through my actions
Here and there, every once in a while
There aren’t enough crumpets and tea
That could fill my dissatisfaction with me
Seeing you, just passing on through
Behind the window, with a smile and a wave
Watch as I now begin to decompose
Tenfold
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
She stood gazing in a mirror half full of an image.
The image looked back at her with eyes filled with such darkness.
She come to find it hideous.
As it was a reflection of herself.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
Life is beautiful,
so you should live it beautifully.
You're just fifteen years old.
It is not your fault!
Nobody is perfect and no one will.
Your age is the age of making mistakes,
so it's okay to make mistake.
It is not your responsibilities.
"You could have prevent it." is not meant to be.
Not knowing something bad will happen
is not your fault.
So don't take responsible about it.
You're just sixteen years old.
You can make mistake!
Mistake is inevitable.
Being afraid is normal.
It's okay to have weaknesses.
It's okay to fail.
It's not your fault.
Don't think that you have no right
to make mistakes.
You can make mistakes.
You're just seventeen years old.
Don't pretend you can be perfect.
Nobody is perfect.
You can make wrong choices.
You can change your mind.
You can make mistakes.
You can be understood.
You can be forgiven.
You're just eighteen years old.
Not because they failed, you have to be responsible for the rest.
You're not at fault.
Don't take responsible.
You can make mistakes.
Believe in yourself.
Don't live for them.
Don't succeed in life because
you have to for them.
Don't cry because you're afraid to fail them.
Don't run because you're mad
you'll disappoint them.
Don't lose yourself because you can't find the person they want you to be.
You're just nineteen years old.
Dont wish to die because you feel like
you'll cause them dead if you fail.
Don't cry at night because you're afraid of
your reality and nightmares.
Don't hide somewhere because
you're ashamed of what you have become.
Succeed because you want to, for yourself.
Don't take responsible for them.
You're just you.
It's okay to make mistakes.
Be afraid.
Have weaknesses.
Cry.
Fail.
It's okay to be you.
Be You.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
I know a girl
a girl that cries in the mirror
because, when she sees her reflection
she grabs for the base
She sees an imperfection
Pretty, yet worried about her face
She puts black on her eyes
foundation is her mask
her disguise
Skinny, yet worried about her size
"Too fat!" she says
it's all about the guys..
She hides what she really is
''MUST LOOK PRETTY
MUST LOOK HOT
MUST LOOK SEXY''
that's all she's got.
or so she says
no life
no love
no friends...
I...I don't think so...
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
Watching from beyond, writing their little notes.
Look behind the brainstem and see the past perfect present tense.
You thought about it and I heard it. We grabbed the thoughts.
New bones and muscle.
All the different ones, all the same thoughts pulsing, like brain radar bounding back.
They're of me. they're in me.
But he is not.
The serpent retains it's form but it stays inside. It blinds my dreams.
No escape, let craving; an eternal void.
As it all becomes one form and function. We join. We are the new being, hideous and beautiful.
I think he has taken my soul. I probably wasn't using it anyway.
I am his disguise.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
Clawing up grey walls,
stumbling on,
breaking nails off
paper and ink,
in silver screen
dreams
they haunt,
if you ignore
them cause you could be like them
if you ignore
the qualities you bring, inborn,
since you can't be
what you see,
what's your worth
to redeem?
I repeat:
Why are you alive when you could be dead?
Hide your hideousness, plebeian.
The silver I love, the love that I want, lies just behind
your, "Lovely Countenance".
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
One day I sat by a stream,
The water still.
Like a mirror.
Seeing my reflection,
Reveling in my beauty.
Though it was only a mask.
Everyday I hide true feelings,
Unknown to those I love.
I fear for its surface,
The claws like daggers,
To my throat.
Gazing into the water,
I can see my face.
Eyes of Ashure haze.
From Right to Left,
Two completely different people.
Stare back at me.
What was once beautiful,
Is now hideous.
Beyond comparison.
Changed...
By the mask.
Known as "Torn.."
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
a sylvan safety
doomed to die
so
left alone
it wonders why
corrupted carcass
melts to mush
as
choking chains
burn the brush
fearsome flames
lick at lies
and
rotten roots
fend off flies
blackened bark
torn in two
by
scent of smoke
of beastly brew
sinful scandal
heinous hate
cause
worlds to wander
and face their fate
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC