"outshined" poems
i would love to be
skinny, pretty with a little
bit of fierceness
but why do i look
as if i wasn’t good enough
never the brainy
nor the beauty
i was always a second
choice, chance,
or even a lead in my life
i never became my own
because people
kept being too good
they kept stepping on
what i do
and they do better
i was an average asian
looking a little bit rosy tan
with a hint of korean spice
by my eyes
who was envied by others
but good-looking eyes didn’t
stand out
because makeup kept
shattering the concept
of natural beauty
we were all being fake
to the society full of hidden truths
they showcased
thin-ass bodies
abused by strict diets
and pressure
full of greed.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
like a supernova
you shined brighter than all the stars combined
you illuminated the universe better than any other sun
you outshined the entire galaxy
like a supernova
it was ephemeral & a blackhole was all you left behind
******* everything and all the light was gone
an inescapable matter of gravity
an immense and tormenting agony
you ruined my entire galaxy.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC
You hate my printed tees and high top shoes,
you disapprove that I still wear my toque in June.
Always saying that I ruin the plot too soon.
You don’t know your worth, you are my Earth
my sun and my moon.
It’s how you get my smile to touch my cheek,
and the way you get my knees feeling weak.
The ten things that you hate about me,
are outnumbered by the things you’re loving.
You hate my shark shorts even though they’re cozy,
you can look past it because you’re the only one who truly knows me.
I’m tripping on words, the ones you prefer
because you know I’m clumsy.
You say I’m too loud, or my head in a cloud,
but the way that I feel I’m always showing.
It’s the way that you look me right in my eyes,
and how you still manage to give me butterflies.
The ten things that you hate about me,
are outshined by the things you’re seeing.
You hate when my hair gets too long,
and when my cologne smells too strong.
You hate when I exaggerate during fights
and when I snore during late nights.
Just the way that our fingers interlace,
and how you get that look on your face.
The ten things that you hate about me,
are just quirks, you’re making it work,
as you still get to know me.
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
I fell in love with a boy
whose smile outshined the stars in the night sky
I fell in love with a boy
who couldn't stop laughing
with the crinkles by his eyes
making him look older than he is
I fell in love with a boy
who had dreams
big ones too,
and the world was his oasis
I fell in love with a boy
who could make the saddest story
have a happy ending
I fell in love with a boy
and how lucky I feel
to have loved than never loved at all.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
diamonds were what I could never be.
but as night fell; I outshined the moonlight.
now, diamonds dream of being me
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 10:10 PM UTC
I used to crave the feeling of solitude
but now it's eating me alive.
I understand change
I understand life isn't always going to be a supercut
but now I can look back,
and see just oh how fast these nights have truly passed.
I once dreamed out our future but it's no longer looking sweet.
We are all so far from home,
I should have known that summer doesn't last forever.
I should have known our days were numbered for something greater.
I'm proud of all the times we outshined the stars.
I'm proud of our roots,
for they run so deep
held together by galaxies.
I've forgotten just how beautiful we were
when we would chase the parking lot lights.
I've forgotten just how beautiful we were
when we meet up with the sun once again.
We were untouchable, we were on fire.
What a rush we were.
No one could touch our flames,
but what will we do when our light goes out?
I hope to never see the dark in our days.
In my head, we were always perfect.
In my head, I never fear solitude
because I know we were rooted generations ago,
long before we rose with the sun.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
when you found me, I was shattered inside and out
you slowly filled my cracks with your sunshine
until I was radiating light everywhere I went
but then I started shining too bright
so bright that I outshined you
and you didn't like that
so then you began dulling my light
exposing the cracks once more
until there was nothing left of my foundation
and I crumbled like never before
my happiness and shine turned into ashes
and you left me just as you found me, shattered
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
Early June in Calcutta
means packed streets
of decaying carcasses
and forlorn bodies
pulling rich people in carts.
Record-breaking heat
amplifies the smell
of curbs doubling
as urinals,
and pungent sweat
soaks our shirts
before we even leave
the rickety roof
we called home.
But when I think Calcutta
I picture sunshine
and warm masala chai,
Suporna's smile as she chews
a mashed banana treat
and Rosie's tiny hand
twisting the gold band
on my middle finger.
I remember thank you songs
and walking songs
that we sang at bus stops
and busy streets,
where the glisten
on our skin
was only outshined
by the sparkle in our eyes.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
I'm like a daisy lost in a field of roses,
and I was insecure.
Because all the flowers around me were so beautiful,
that they were admired by everybody.
I wanted to blend in,
so I painted myself red.
I wanted to be beautiful like their petals,
so I twisted myself so that I could be like a rose.
I changed myself so much,
to the point where no body recognized me as a daisy anymore.
I tried to fit in so bad,
that I lost myself in the process.
So, I laid my head down,
With tears in my eyes.
And that's when I saw her,
The most beautiful sun flower I've ever seen.
Her beauty outshined the roses,
with her bright yellow petals that resembled the sun.
And when I looked around,
I saw many more beautiful flowers.
Proud that they were unique,
and accepted who they really are
And that's when I realized,
that each and one of us are beautiful in our own way.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 9:31 AM UTC
I remember when I first looked at you
The sky was once blue
till dusk came and it was pitch black
I was at a nearby shack
I learned about you on a Monday
since then, I waited for you everyday
As my eyes ponder upon your luminosity
and at your breath taking beauty
the moment of epiphany came
telling me you wont forever be aflame
you'll one day be a supernova
and be prettier than a mariposa
Then you'll slowly fade into darkness
leaving me here, helpless
I wonder why must you go
why must you're entirety blow
Does everything that glow
put on such a mesmerizing show
that'll end sooner than you've ever known
You came crashing down to me
as beautiful as you can be
but they once told me
you're already dead
so now I lie in bed
crying more tears than I've ever shed
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
Four shadows, 10 minutes past midnight..
Bound to me..
Walk with me..
Under the wonder lust of the moon light..
Four shadows, 20 minutes past midnight..
Shape of me..
Changed with me..
Under the glowing warmless street lights..
Four shadows, 30 minutes past midnight..
Lost shade..
Gained life..
Under the dark blanket of dusk lights..
Four shadows, 40 minutes past midnight..
Ran with me..
Stayed with me..
Under the jealous stars outshined by moon light..
Four shadows, 50 minutes past midnight..
Head back home with me..
Tired and alive..
Breathing in the night as I breathed in the cool air..
Four shadows, after midnight..
Returned back home with me..
They wait for their time under all that is lit at night..
For me to walk and run with them and continue to live..
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
This might be over soon,
but I can not guarantee you happiness.
The mind loves to play tricks on you,
but you have to promise me not to be a fool.
Don't get lost in the silence.
Don't get drowned out by the darkness.
What happened to the days when you outshined the sun?
You never know, this might be over soon.
You rise, eat, and work so you believe everything is alright,
but your thoughts haven't been too kind to you.
They grow wild at night and they won't make nice.
Maybe one day, they'll instead sing you to sleep.
Maybe one day you'll rediscover your love for isolation,
but lately, I feel you have been struggling with the concept of loneliness versus being alone.
It's not your fault you found love in the comfort of your bed,
but maybe one day you'll learn you can't make a home out of it.
Maybe one day you'll have hope that you'll rise again,
and shine bright like the sun like you did when you were young.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
but she brought the rain
and clouds and storm
and thunder.
and all he brought was
the sun, and it outshined
her completely.
after all, everyone liked
the sun and
no one liked the rain.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
No one person's personality is unique in any way.
If you've at some time been exposed to a television set, a film, a piece of music, a book, a magazine, or people in a closed environment, then you are not in any way, shape, or form an original person.
We are all just composites of the things we've come in contact with during our lives, we pick up the things we think we want, or need and apply them to ourselves, and sometimes it's a sham, and sometimes it feels real.
The only way to be original is to be put out of society the moment you're born, but even then you may take on the characteristics of the wildlife you come in contact with... so apparently you're ****** no matter what.
I suppose what makes a person unique is the way they mash up all the **** that they've been exposed to,
whether they do it in a somewhat original fashion, or if they do it in a way that is similar to those around them.
Societies fear those who do not take the path of least resistance, and those are the people we call "unique", "different", "ugly", "weird", "stupid", "genius", "freak", "amazing", "loser".
They're the attention getters, and those who seek to get attention.
The ones that take the easy road to be accepted, they're the one's outshined,
and they have to get revenge some way, why not talk ****
I can say though, that I feel real, I don't feel like I'm putting up a front for anyone.
Most days I like who I am, most days I lie, most days I'm honest.
Circa 2009
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
Does the truth have any regard for my desire?
Does the truth change when a moment turns dire?
Is the truth ever outshined by ignorance's fire?
If the truth is too complex to be articulated,
then is everyone a liar?
Does the truth depend on my emotion?
Is it revealed through commotion?
Does it give a resolution?
Does it require devotion?
If the truth is too complex to be articulated,
then how can it be a conclusion?
If the truth is too vast to be situated,
then is the world not an abomination?
If only I was shown the truth, how would I know?
Would it possess a certain glow?
Would it put on a show?
If the truth is too complex to be articulated,
how would I know for sure that this is the right way to go?
I'm in a position
where I doubt the truth,
living in juxtaposition.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
Dear Grandad,
I wish I could take cancer,
and punch it in the face;
And every disease and drug that poisons the body and soul,
I wish I could drag to a grave.
See, those are the things that took you away
For years, when you were out of my life.
But I'm oh so glad that at your last,
you won the battle which was your strife.
Jesus there to pull you to his chest at your final breath,
You made amends with a call to the One on the Mainline.
I loved every moment when I got to see you again,
The time between these reunions nonexistant,
Outshined by the joy of spending precious time
with you.
I'm not God but I wish you were here for another chess session.
I wish you were here so I could steal a bit more wisdom.
I wish I'd had that chance to see you hold my children with love.
You were my last Grandad and I never got to meet the other one.
Now you're both great men who've been spirited away by that sweet angel of death,
Only residing on this earth in the memories of us,
the one's you left behind for to Heaven you've gone to rest.
If I didn't have a job to do here I'd pray for God to take me next.
Dear grandad I'll miss you,
and you'll continue on in the stories We tell your great grandchildren
generation after to generation, every one of your descendents.
Every story about you teaches forever what is best to bet
on in life. After all you've played both sides.
And yet managed to tell my father no lies.
And managed to raise my mother like you, wise.
Truly you were heaven bound and heaven sent.
Through a fantastic wide round trip
you made it to those golden gates of heaven.
And on that note, dear Grandfather,
This letter, like you, will meet it's end.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
Too A.M.
Electric, as laughter statics to music
and stars battle, self-consciously
refusing to be outshined.
Glowing, fires
an Italian moon
of the countryside
whispers, for a moment.
and forever is now,
and the Moirai dance
and the moon, bewitched
and souls intertwined.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
a breath of light
touched her towheaded son
as she reached out to find sunshine
in a moonlight song....
you can find beauty and hope
in the darkest places men's hearts can dream
you can be saved by the smile on your face
if you just believe
nothing can keep you from
being loved again...
she held her towheaded son close to her
as daybreak was outshined
by her joyful smile...
she had learned that lifes road
was hills to struggle up
with the sweat pouring from your labored brow
and the lighthearted dash
along a river of joys
she was alive with hope
and her darling baby boy
she will walk with him till he's a man
in this woman's heart
its her towheaded son that's her sunshine
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
Doesn’t she want to be the star
that reigns the dark sky?
Doesn’t she want a dream fairytale
That’s far from any deny?
Why is she so adamant?
To be that falling star,
Only with the purpose to never return;
What it is that outshined all the glitters
of the most desirable fantasy?
Is it the purity of wishes that
showers like some lovely confetti?
Is it momentary magic
Or a forever promised charm?
Is it more alluring than a perfect prince
with a vast kingdom?
Or is it the embody she calls ‘love’, that
made the loudest of echo unheard,
with its delicate hush?
Is that what is making the imperfect celebration
full of happiness and laughter?
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 2:16 AM UTC
*Each of us
Carries a dark patch
Trembling in guilt
to hide to our brim
No longer be afraid
of that dark side
As we are more than
the darkness
We are the light
to be outshined!*
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
i don't need to hear this tale anymore
themed me versus some other girl
and all the ways in which I could be better
take a pill, take a breath, i'm not going to forget
my first crush pointed to a long-haired princess
and said she was beautiful
i cut two paper dolls
held us up to the light
saw she outshined me
a thousand times over
i am not enough
is what middle school
has taught me
when people laugh
it's not always a good thing
my mom should keep telling
my brothers
to be good boys
there aren't enough of them
and everybody's hiding a knife somewhere
there are people who could fill wells
with blood from the wounds they cause
and two more for all the **** tears
i get more biting comments
than plants get oxygen
maybe you don't understand
but I've got self-hate down to an art
and i don't need to hear that tale
anymore
when it's the one i know by heart
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
These days I get lost more often that not
In a labyrinth of escaping echos,
They belch out obscene words, each one left
Behind like red hot embers for me to pick up.
I strip myelf bare before you today, to say:
I will not be outshined, I will not
be swallowed whole,
not by any of the black holes you hurl towards me like
shooting stars
(Come now dear, close your eyes and make a--)
Wishes don't come true by wishing.
You don't scare me, don't you
see? The monster under my bed I used to hide from--
its just a part of your hurricane heart
I get it now,
now that time has healed those scars, leaving
in its place opalescent stars--
You,
you were just the by-product of tear-stained pillows and
the (not so) occasional broken bottle
I strip myself bare before you today, to say:
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry my monsters were gaping mouths and mocking eyes, and yours--
yours were tangible fury and broken bones
slurred words and hollow tones I'm so
so sorry.
I strip myself bare before you today to tell you:
I forgive you.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
I scroll through many pictures, from many friends
But they aren't friends.
They are simple just faces with a name set in front of them
with no soul, just a technological aura.
You don't know where their lives have gone,
what deep dark roads their minds have decided to take.
But what you do know is the way they do their hair, or their makeup.
You know a generalized assumption of who or what they are.
Soul's no longer seem to have meaning,
not like they once did.
Children will completely develop by the age 13,
With fake eyelashes and acrylic nails,
but when I was thirteen the only thing on my nails was the stains
from the mud in which I used to once play in.
Poverty ridden streets are just as ridden with $2,000 dollar cameras to capture the pain in someones life,
yet no change is given.
One day greediness and selfishness will be awarded
when the neediness is outshined
and selflessness is seen to be crazy.
We live in a TV,
and the streets are the circuits.
The government is running us,
worse than a circus.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
The swooshing of an aircraft
as I struggled to image paint
not knowing that all of my body
is the sailcloth, a masterpiece
My eyes is blinded by madness
and I would blame an empty head
and the blade that was my weapon
is used to myself instead
Who will defend me, a woeful being
will you sacrifice your creed?
If the waves of the ocean water
they will drown you to your death
I am the moon lover
and the rain is my mistress
When they see me together
I am the king of chains
And we all will gleam simultaneous
the light, the water, and flame
oh! the two of them outshined me
still, I am bewitched.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
Stars don’t just come out at night
But they wait persistently beyond the bright blue sky
until the clouds part and the sun sleeps
To finally be recognized again
They are above us and below us
Around us and within us
The stars never leave
They just become outshined by the sun
And so the next time you say the stars come out
Think to yourself
They were there this entire time
Shining boldly above our heads but we just couldn’t see it
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:19 AM UTC