"makeups" poems
It's hard when you use to feel way at the top
Like you would never stop
Every one telling you how good you've done
Making you feel like you were number one
But in the blink of an eye you go from one to done
zero, zip, nada, none
You thought you'd never fail the ones you loved
But we all make mistakes
Like breakups and makeups
Sometimes it may be better to just give up
But how many mess up will it take you to realize your done
Never being number one.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
the way i smiled outside
is the opposite of how i cry inside
the pain left me hanging
i couldn’t take it anymore
the pressure they all gave me
the thoughts and misconceptions
the society fed me
kept being toxic
all my efforts
were nothing but trash
i seemed unnoticed
and silently i waited for someone
to hear how much myself peaked at
that metal mask that hides
my identity
i talked about my flaws
at the mirror
shouting how much
sorrow i’ve been through
seeing my bloodshot red eyes
kept me wondering
am i that pitiful?
i am that small thing
in the big perfectionist world
i couldn’t accept myself
so i torn it apart
and left every bits and pieces
of the real me
i kept using all these
makeups skincare pills
just to hide the past
but it wasn’t enough
the expectations were as high as the skies
and i was on earth
i put all my best
but it still wasn’t enough
the oceans in my eyes
shows how much i’ve suffered all throughout
the years of judgement in the pits of hell
i am sorry for being sad
been always sorry
will always be sorry
for being who i am.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
In that one weak moment
You decided your fate,
My fate.
I'm a forgiver, not a seeker of revenge.
You'll carry that wait and that's all the revenge I need
I see the guilt even now.
Just keep smiling
It's brought us closer, we still fight
but makeups are better.
We are better and I'm beginning to trust again.
Maybe in time my love
Smile because our Fate is Sealed.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
Numbers speak louder than words
a thousand to a million
You are still sleeping with your skeletons
Trying to fit in like a blind Chameleon
History hunts your very own existence
Drunk on emotional substance
Abused so many times
190 to be exact, pain you attract
Matter of fact, these numbers **** you inside
Number of lovers in the past one too many
Heart touched by so many,
But inside you feel empty
Number of breakups and makeups
One too many, demoralized and destroyed
Your heart deployed to war with your emotions
It had never returned
Killed in combat
Fighting and dodging Cupid’s arrows
While drinking from the cup of sorrow
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
I love you I really do, but sometimes it's just too hard
And I feel we won't make it through
You've said and done things that have hurt me to the core
You ignore my feelings because you've heard it all before
It seems we fell into a routine
Makeups and breakups
We're always right in between
This is getting so obscene
Tired of fighting over who's right or wrong
Different opinions that are too strong
Why can't we just get along?
I love you I really do, but sometimes it's just too hard
And I feel we won't make it through
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC
Boy meets girl
Boy really likes her
Boys fallin' in love
Nothin' can come between em'
But girl kinda likes him
Every time she see him
She leave him heart broken
Cause boy's softspoken
With makeups to break ups
Boy wants this figured out
Girl wants to kick him out
Boy never had love
But she don't really have love
So Love is dyin' ***
Its time for you to run
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
For all the mistakes I’ve ever, I’m sorry
For every equation, mathematical explanation
For every wrongdoing and in shoeing and for every left turn I ever made, I’m sorry.
For forgiveness, I am sorry
For apologies sake, I am sorry
I was born in sickness and from the moment I walked I felt Atlas’ burden on my shoulders
I am selfish, I am unruly, I am forgotten and regretted and in debt to the people who reached out to me
I am moving forward, starting backwards, put my arms around my head for I am shattered
I have a heart with an empty home and clichéd voice with whose words I yell, I roam a lonely earth and put arms around my head, my mind in fact, for I am shattered.
A race of humankind I cannot love nor relate to and I feel like I relate to you but lately I feel as if I’m drifting backward
And not to say I’d like to move away from you but what else can I do when life is moving me backward
And backward, and backward and like a future so pre determined I feel as if no choice is now my own and no choice is ever free will
No cosmic force would remember me and I am sorry
I do not want to be something you forget and you’ve always told me I am something you remember.
In a shade of cobalt blue or a burning red or a golden yellow, I want to be a colour you cannot describe
A taste you yearn for, a smell whose memory remains
But all the same, I want to disappear.
I am sorry in terms long over due for all the things I do and have not done yet because you don’t deserve their scorn and yet I cannot leave them behind for parts of me for which you fell for remain inside me, and always will.
I am sorry for who I am and choices made and I will always be here whenever you decide the pieces I can’t leave behind are pieces that you cannot forget.
I’m sorry, my makeups both genetic and aesthetic are not pieces I enjoy or wish would stay a little longer
And for this I am sorry, and all in good time I will make up for all the sorries given, driven, laid to rest here in these words.
I am sorry for things you don’t deserve.
Aug 22, 2011
Aug 22, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC
she sat at 2B
Ljubljana to London Stanstead
straight and still
immaculately dressed
a lady of a certain age
intent to carry it with grace
hair so blonde
and inappropriately long
makeups filler
thickly clung to lines
of a life lived in simpler times
her fingers encrusted with jewels
decades of love adorned upon
now seated amongst
the business trough
here she was
beauty queen of her day
this is not to objectify
but differentiate
the greatest of all artistic endevour
to be respected
admired from afar
but above all
may it appreciate within
so take us back
some 30 years or more
to Yugoslavia
and talks of revolution
from this beauty queens
city retreat
let my whispered words
seep through the ages
for that you may feel
all that you are
then and now
with ferocious pride
let you love this beauty possessed
so that future mirrors
senses and memories
may to you never portray
the ravages of bitter time
now this flight
is destined to land
as the stewardess she calls its' time
you ask my assistance
to retrieve your case
thanking me through
a cracked half smile
two strangers their turn
to disembark
as now we must end
this inconsequential affair
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
It was a hello
Then a quick bye
You and I were happy one minute
But the next second we
Got into it like cats and dogs.
The makeups were great
But the breakups were
Like wars in Afghanistan.
I bet you miss me
And so do I
But this is getting to old.
We make up
To break up
Just like fools that we are.
I'm fine saying goodbye
And your fine saying hi
They tell me you talk
to a lot of guys.
But I know you end up talking to
The girls that chat it up
With me
You keep hearing what I do
Through the grapevine.
We're so good for one another
But yet our hard heads
Don't let us be happy
So if you read this
I wish you the best
And stop letting me go back
To those empty arms.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
I'm staring down at my arm holding a knife,
It may be only in my head, but I'm balancing my life,
Weighing out if it's worth the pain,
That I've been dealing with, making me more insane,
I've been ******* over so many times, by people who said they cared,
Well, maybe it's time I give up and stop trying so hard,
Because I've taken all the medications they want to give me,
I've done years and years, so much talking in therapy,
And still I'm here, contemplating the end of it all,
Because there's just so many times you can get up after a fall,
And it's a lie when they say you can always dust off your knees,
After laying on the ground, getting up and praying for release,
Because I've done my time, being miserable and in hurt,
And I just want some relief from sitting in the dirt,
Someone once told me you can always call me when you don't feel safe,
Well I don't want to be a burden, because I'd be calling every day,
Because lately I've been feeling down, feeling wrong,
About the past and all the things people have done,
And yeah, I'm more of a sinner than a saint at the end of the day,
But that's just the role that these deeds have cast me in to play,
For being abused at such young of an age,
And now I hate myself and want to pay,
Cosmically, permanently, with a smile on my face,
Because it would all be over, I can't keep up this pace,
The pills,
The thrills,
The ****
The greed,
The hookups,
The makeups,
The alcohol,
The temptation of it all,
And everything in between,
I want to atone for my deeds,
It's a lie when they say you can always dust off your knees,
After laying on the ground, getting up and praying for release,
Because I've done my time, being miserable and in hurt,
And I just want some relief from sitting in the dirt.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
one day
you will kiss the love of your life and fall asleep in their arms holding you tight because you finally have each other
you will wake up late on a sunday to their face and it will be more stunning than the sunrise you missed
you will get dressed, watch them fix their bed head, and think to yourself how lucky you are to have someone so perfect
you will go on adventures and do all of the things you dreamt about
you will come home, to your home together, and get high on the kitchen floor laughing until you can't breathe
you will undress each other and kiss the body you've fallen for
you will lay tangled in blankets and their limbs and drift to sleep, only to do it all again tomorrow
one day
it will be worth it
the fighting, the pain, the break ups and makeups, the confusion, the mess
one day it will all make sense
and one day
you will both be happy
s.s
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
so much has changed
but your name still rings purple.
~
the breakups, the makeups
the pregnancy scares
the movies, the makeouts
the tears and the fear
we both moved to a new country
further away than before
started new careers, new lives
more alone than before
the nights we'd stay up talking
and the days we'd spend hand in hand
then the distance
then the silence
and whispers in the air
so much has changed
and yet, nothing at all
my phone waits for your text
to ring purple and inform
me that you still have something to say
and I have a lot left to hear
your name still rings purple
reminding me that you're not here
and the phone cries for attention
my favorite color, full of memories
as the goodnight texts turned to formal
gooddays and then nothing at all
but my phone still rings purple
whenever you call.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
I lie
I cry
I am fake
This is my fate
Makeups on my face
Is the mask I always wear
My lipstick shows I always smile
But I feel this life is not fair
I like to make people smile
It's a great pleasure
Though they never thanked me once
It's wonderful to have them say "I need you"
I am a clown
I'll try my best to make you laugh
Don't look me down
I have a pride and this is my life
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
Why
Why should you keep trying
When your best is their worst
Trying to swim with your hands tied
They comment on your form when they were on the side lines
The water is flooding your senses
All it's saying is
Your not good enough
You'll never be
Your trying to hard
Why don't you do this
Why don't you do that
Why
Instead of choline all you Taste is salt
Salt from the tears they are pouring out of you like a Niagara Falls
Except
People see Niagara Falls
And when your finally done with your laps
Finally
Everyone's gone
No one stayed to praise you and say good job.
So you get up and start walking
You try walking they way they do
To try to know what they know
The weights in your pockets Holding you down like a rabid dog
Like they think your poisonous
What they don't know is
How the rhythm less dance and how the artist paints
But you take away that person
The old you
The old you who you loved
who didn't have a thigh gap never wore make up but was still beautiful
The new you is the new it
The one everyone wants to be
Your standing on a soap box telling everyone love your body and accept your self
When
As soon as you get home your makeups running and you cover the mirror
You don't want to see the old you
You also want to be the new you
But the thing you have to pretend to Love
Love is a complex thought that you tell everyone you have mastered
But if you don't love the real you
how can love someone else
So how do expect someone to love you when if they touch your face its powder.
So you weep in fear that they will know your a fake
They will find out what your trying to hide
But if thats really beauty why aren't we born with make up.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
I can see the ****** tension
You're both expressing
Let me set you both free
That's why they call me
The love machine
I really like you
And I really like her
In fact, I like you both together
Let's add me
You know what they say
It's, even more, fun with three
Lips on lips
Tongue on skin
Hands run over bodies
I like the feeling
That this is giving
I need another taste
Yeah another fix
Eh let me help you strip
Right down, yeah girl
Right now, work with me ladies
Let's make love until the morning sun
Let's get sticky wet
Yeah girls
Let's get sticky wet
Hey girls you and me
Making love with three
Hope you're both ready
Things are bound to get sweaty
Switching out positions
Moans, biting, licking, kissing
Nail marks down skin
Lips locked, the taste so sweet
The smell of *** in the air yeah
Both **** fine, oh girls got it
I'm still on target doing alright
Aw yeah this feels so nice
one on top as I'm locking lips
Yeah switch it round
Move it in and out
Up and down
Switching in
Switch out
Things getting messy now
Lips on lips
Tongue on skin
Hands run over bodies
I like the feeling
That this is giving
I need another taste
Yeah another fix
Eh let me help you strip
Right down, yeah girl
Right now, work with me ladies
Let's make love until the morning sun
Let's get sticky wet
Yeah girls
Let's get sticky wet
Hey girls you and me
Making love with three
She's on her
Lips to lips
I'm kissing down the back
Yeah hands on her hips
Skin so smooth on both of you
Ooh I'm in deep
Losing control, bout to explode
Hold tight here it goes
Makeups getting messy
Their hair is everywhere
Still looking so fine
**** girls, you're both
hot as hell,
Yeah felt so good
You know it did
You know you both
made me feel like a king
Lips on lips
Tongue on skin
Hands run over bodies
I like the feeling
That this is giving
I need another taste
Yeah another fix
Eh let me help you strip
Right down, yeah girl
Right now, work with me ladies
Let's make love until the morning sun
Let's get sticky wet
Yeah girls
Let's get sticky wet
Hey girls you and me
Making love with three
©2017 Written By Benji James
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
How many breakups does it take to ***** in a lightbulb?
You light me up like the humming glow of a microwave oven
How many makeups does it take to finally make up?
I've lost count but I love abundance
How many chances does it take for a man to act right?
I've lost count again but I've never been good at math
I've never been good at many things but I've always been good at love
Or so I think and hope and wish upon the stars above
I wanna be good to you
First we had to be bad
It's the kind of love that drives you mad
The kind of love that is awfully sad
Until you barely feel anything at all
Until you sleep and dream about that slow-motion fall
Until you feel everything at once
Until you realize you're both c u n t s
How much more?
What's the cost?
I'm poor in judgement
But rich in emotion
Still searching for that treasure in the ocean
Is it hopeless? Is it worth it?
Will it make me sea sick?
I've always been a hopeless romantic
Will I get what I want like I always do?
No, no, never
Not when it comes to you
It's the endless chase that makes my heart race
And might put me into cardiac arrest
Up until now I've been quizzed
But you're the real test
Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 9:58 PM UTC
In this world where you and I live
A place where one takes first then to give
Here where women and men are almost equal
But the role extends and so comes the sequel
Some reserved countries despise such rights
When they are well aware of regional fights
Third world countries seem to be rising
It starts first with food and accessory pricing
Drugs and violence has touched the heights
Most youngsters struggle in such plight
The focus of righteousness on needy
Have fallen into the hands of greedy
The poor gets poorer and rich gets richer
In the mask of a dark slave images a preacher
Angels of dark walk hand in hand to pull us down
Their population is immense throughout the city and this town
Everyone is so consumed with their work
That hardly one gets time to sit and talk
An addiction of complaining and blaming
There is loss in faith but no effort of gaining
Men have grown into ***** beasts
While their hunger satisfaction feeds on feasts
Here I am thinking of the many lives on this planet
Only the supreme beings survive
While the rest deplete struggling to thrive
This earth's natural beauty has been altered
And artificial makeups set to unify the sheltered
Natures creatures greet with signs
Hence, drawn our own boundaries and lines...
©sim
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:18 AM UTC
every morning it's the same
i get on up to start the day
whether off to work
or off to play
every morning it's the same
waiting for the coffee
have a shower and a shave
while wife is waking up the kids
and none of them behave
waiting for the coffee
Roll tape....everything is perfect in this little world of mine
Breakfast ready when i wake and i'm off to work on time
kids all nice and pleasant at the table set for school
wife is dressed and makeups done, so every thing is cool
Roll tape...everything is perfect in this little world of mine
Dog is barking madly
kids are barking madly too
wife is trying to make lunch
there's so much here to do
Dog is barking madly
Fighting for the bathroom
there just isn't enough space
from the time the old alarm goes off
it's one harried, hectic race
Fighting for the bathroom
Roll tape....everything is perfect in this little world of mine
Breakfast ready when i wake and i'm off to work on time
kids all nice and pleasant at the table set for school
wife is dressed and makeups done, so every thing is cool
Roll tape...everything is perfect in this little world of mine
Some days i feel guilty
As I head off leaving home
Wife is running just behind
With the kids and one dead phone
Some days i feel guilty
There is no peace and quiet
in my world at home no more
And it's going to get louder
The wife's knocked up with number four
There is no peace and quiet
roll tape......
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
I think you loved me
The first hug from behind
In the middle of the street
Our tears mixed
Upon our first antagonist
The "I love you" screams
During fireworks
The barefooted run
And exchange of shoes
Kisses and cuddles
And our little secrets
Breathtaking adventures
Touchdown places
Our very own runway
And gallery
Including bumps and dismays
The makeups that went with it
Those strict scoldings
For the betterment of my health
Our crazy antics
And bizarre trips
Intimate moments
Behind those every whispers
When you hold unto me
Like you won't let go, ever
But you did
Now that I think about it
I think you did
It's sad that I only think you did
'Cause I am very sure that I did
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
Along the journey
Along the laughs and the tears
Along the sleepless nights and restless days
Along the fights and the makeups
Along the fake smiles and hurtful words
Along the reconciliations and comprises
Along the backstabbing and heartbreaking
Along the hidden phone calls and texts
Along the long breaks and short conversations
Along the doubted trust and vile behavior
Along the alcohol shots and cigar smokes...
...I forgot love was supposed to be beautiful
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
everything is starting to fall apart but simultaneously all fall together and in place.
change is swift these days,
& energies are running super high,
& time is still speeding up.
truth and realizations are flooding everyone now.
breakups and makeups you'd never thought you'd see are happening everywhere.
everything's fallin into place, whether we see or understand that place or not, it's happening against our control.
are we leading up to something?
are we all taking our final places on this stage we call life, to live out the final act, the end scene?
to embark upon a whole new story/play.
something much greater then we can know & see is happening right now.
& what's happening is outta our hands at this point, so buckle in everyone and embrace the unknown!
I think 2015 is gonna be one hell of a freakin year.
enlightenment is here.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
Yea? you wanna know what i feel?
I feel so unlikeable that i turn out ashamed of being me
ashamed of who i am and what im made of
it feels like i was never the girl you really liked in the first place
i never was once the girl of your interest.
I play makeups and clothes, not guitar and drumsticks
I love mellow music, not hard rock screamoes which u do like.
Were totally different in such million ways yet how did we found a love between a torn crack full of black and whites
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
Kute gurls
Don't need no makeups. Kute gurls are beauties already
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
Breakups rhymes with makeups
because the two go hand in hand.
Love straps you in for a loop-de-loop
it slams you from side to side
and just when you think you're safe,
that you've finally reached your peak
you p
l
u
m
m
e
t
.
And just like a roller coaster,
it can either be fun or scary
depending on the person.
And though I enjoy roller coasters,
love terrifies me.
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 1:58 PM UTC
I am still the same person
under the breakdowns,
makeups
and everything in between.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC