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#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
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Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 8:20 PM UTC
hideous 🖤
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…
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 7:48 PM UTC
Union Lack
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
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 5:29 AM UTC
Sick
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?
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Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 1:05 AM UTC
Hideously Hilarious
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.
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Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 8:14 AM UTC
Love is Hideous
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..
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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 4:27 PM UTC
The track...
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.
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
I Don't Want To Be Human Anymore
How would it be if something hideous was precious? What if you find out now what was concealed then? j.c.l.
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
April Fools' Day
Made me feel beautiful Yet sometimes hideous too Held my confidence in your hand It crumbled when we fell through
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
Crumbling Confidence
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...
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
Why Can't We?
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.”
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
Jamaedurian
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.”
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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
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
Seeing You
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.
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
The image of darkness.
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.
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
To My Psychotic Younger Self
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.
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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...
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
She's HIDEOUS!
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.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
Conjunction
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".
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
Rule of Rows: "Transfixxxer"
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.."
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Mirror of Mask and Beauty
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
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Hideous Horoscope