"glamorizing" poems
We are imperfect products
placed in the midst
of an imperfect society,
a vicious cycle of perseverance
and failure:
constructed,
broken,
fixed,
and fixed again.
Airbrushed and painted
to perfection:
pale skin
flushed cheeks
slim legs
and a smooth mindset.
Opinionated only
on the matter of
superficial products –
glamorizing and embellishing.
Deteriorating enamel –
cracks in a varnished frame.
A scratched surface,
damaged to the core,
polished and glazed over.
Skin made paler,
cheeks more flushed,
skin and bones,
and a mind wiped clean.
Unachievable expectations
and inevitable failure
are enough to b r e a k
even the toughest material
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
S - top glamorizing drug addiction
A- lcohol isn't the answer to the problem
Y- ouths should have self control
N - arcotics are illicit and dangerous if taken
O - h darling!
T- hink several times before acting out foolishly
O- verusing and misusing affects the body
D- rugs are bad and against the law
R - enew connection with God
U - nfollow negative people
G - o for the good ones
S - ave yourself before it's too late
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 7:38 AM UTC
Writers,
poets,
artists,
songwriters
bleed pain into art.
But don'y you understand
pain is not art.
They embellish pain,
to cement the heartache.
They craft darkness
hoping to enlighten.
But in the end,
agony is agony,
no matter how you express,
how you make it bleed.
Emotions from words,
on tear stained pages
captivate readers
making them believe there
is solace in darkness
and leave them forlorn to be adorned.
But their intention was not to
glamorize plan but rather to let it be
their outlet of expression,
therapy and to create.
In the end there is no substitute,
agony is agony,
grief is grief,
illness is illness
and that what it will be.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:14 PM UTC
My heart chose not to heal
It just kept absorbing all the sadness it found around
and amplifying it
to the extend that
It turned little troubles
into petrifying nightmares
and basic questions
into existential issues.
My heart kept on dreaming about a world
that was far from perfect
glamorizing each person
embellishing reality
fantasizing.
My heart was simply not meant for peace
And sometimes I am mad at it
for it causes me more sadness
than I have or can carry within me.
But the heart wants what it wants
And sometimes, it *****
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
Ever glamorizing whip-poor-will
Sing your song of lonesome blue
Dream a dream of something new
Darling please be true
To you this heart I give you
To you this hope I have
I love you more and more each day
I know you feel so sad
Ever glamorizing whip-poor-will
you know just what to sing
you know just how to make a lonesome heart
feel more than pain
A weary burden traveler came knocking at my door
Recalled a gypsy woman
That fate had loved no more
he spoke of dreams and shiny things
But what he missed most of all
A glamorizing whip-poor-will
Who sang a lonesome song
Ever glamorizing whip-poor-will
Your light will carry on
You song will tarry hearts to cry
and hopes to write to poem
Your love has passed me through the years
and pain I feel no more
glamorizing whip-poor-will
I love you more and more
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC