"pretties" poems
I sit
Helping my mom
Sticking stickers on various ribbons
I look back on today's swim meet.
During freestyle, I was put in a heat only with a girl who hardly knew the stroke
I touched the wall over five seconds before her, scoring a new high score for my freestyle time; 42 89, which is 42 seconds and 89 milliseconds.
Next, I had backstroke to do with a friend of mine a lane over
Although I was placed for success, I barely came in last for my heat.
Then, all I had to do was read.
Pretties, by Scott Westerfield sat open in my hand, with me absorbing all of the words as if I wrote them myself
Tally was watching her former friend Shay become a monster. Nice story.
After awhile, I started helping my mom put identifying stickers on ribbons.
How lovely
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
Swing high, swing low
To the different birds I say hello
Then monsters come to devour the pretties
They grin and show me teeth full of flitties
Swing high, swing low
A demon pushes me onto a spiky pillow
Then cotton candy softens the blow
and turns to blood
Swing high, swing low
I really do not know
Why the female body causes so much distress
When the moon decides that it's time to fertilize
Swing high, swing low
There are no seeds to sow, so
please, hormones, just leave me alone.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
I begin to wonder into gardening, so many flowers to choose from
My first try was not the best, even though I tried really hard
It almost seem like they hated me, they looked lovely but they had a deathly poison
It did not get easier, but I learned a few things a long the way as this passion continued.
Then one day, when I was going to give up I found a flower
Maybe not the pretties but with time it bloom in to something my heart could not believe
Something that let me know that my hand could do something
And let my plant know that there was love.
Things got rough and I had to travel and could not take my garden of Darwinias
I tried to give them the same love but they started to slowly die
Every now and then they do respond well. I just hope they can me it till I get back
But I too started to lose my hope…
They are in my mind very often but I’ve started to look for a new flower
I got blinded once again; I choose the flowers that would not bloom
I tried to find something that could compare to my Darwinia but nothing ever could
The Kerria japonica came in to my way with its bright yellow and made my heart stop
I still love my original garden but this; this just took my breath away it made my soul feel warm
They could not just grow anywhere
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 4:24 PM UTC
Fat blats fill the humid, night air
Chromed up machines ride tonight
Leather clad bodies with slick lines
Long legged, lean ladies rev their smiles
Black lined lips glossed smooth with red
Blood red fingertips scratch their pleasure
Nails run races up the backs
Smirked smiles know where they long to flit
Lip curling snarls as shivers run out
Sloe eyed partners strut by the line
Flicking their tails like bashful does
Paired up pretties ride out in squeals
Tires spin flashing through the lamp light
Paired up pretties hang tight tonight
cc1210
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 4:04 PM UTC
Funny how easy
Loves appears to be, until
It laughs with the other easily
Reconcilable "maybes"
That devalue your first "hello".
First, it began as "hello".
Little did you know how
Interested he would be in you, but
Reflecting on it now, you see how those
Tender tendencies weren't exclusive.
Finally, all you have left is "hello",
Like every other girl he knows.
Inevitably, you're one of many
Recycled pretties that thought
They were more than another "maybe".
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
There's the mosh...sordid details that thing...
creeping of sort...retelling...to stay in focus.
A silent film whose black borders encapsulate
a slab of skyward white.
Visages...opening...opened...to interpretation.
"The apparition of these faces in a crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough."....ashen...
daguerreotype of a Zen Garden.
All of nature's pretties cast in an occult brew...
stirred, and stirring...composite sketches posted
and burned upon lampposts.
At large...ritualistic making-of-face...illusion
trafficking the ever present primes of lives...
"the center of which is everywhere, the
circumference nowhere."...attestation o' mugs.
Visages...plucked from a year of our lord,
to be...rendezous of all light's putting to...
years thereof.
Alien unto thyself...oogly boogly, yet mirror-imaging...
behold/beheld/beholden.
By sleight of Hand...visages, who'd otherwise
be as soon pruned and leathery, inanimate under the
sun.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
hyper-jinxed like an old talkie
scrap the fat off the cow!
swipe that smile off your face
to watch the sunset fade away.
batshit crazy
candidly rogue
an eventful leap from far fetched lore
gory details please spare me
a big fat ***** and a way to reap
the pretties from the twits.
but the lee-way from the stars beyond
sometimes gets trapped into hairy armpits.
then their neon pink hued blue eyed trolls
take their slippers to the snow.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
She aint the pretties, old two tick, floppy ear hound,
she is a keeper though, best friend I ever found.
Now her breath can curl your eyebrows,
her **** fertilized my yard,
and if a thief gives her a treat, well, she forgets what to guard.
Now she aint no bigger then an average possum
but let me tell you what,
that girl can be the biggest bed hog, bet you a two dollars to one.
I reckon though she's a keeper, I see it in her eyes,
caint really see her winking but they're saying" best friends, you and I."
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
Pretty thin and tall
That's all you want to be
Just a pretty plastic doll
You believe it's the key
You want a perfect life
But you think you're too fat
So unhappy it's came to the knife
Just wanting a stomach that's flat
You start to starve
You're body image you carve
With all the make-up you put on
But it's all just a con
No matter how much weight you lose
It's all no use
To you you're never enough
Always staring at the mirror
Until one day it became clear
Of all the prettiest dolls
You were the pretties of them all
You didn't have to be a plastic doll
Not at all
You just had to be you
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
Time has passed old friend
And a call across miles
All came to an amicable end
Once again I heard you smile
Catching up is good at times
Wrapped in warmth across the wire
Listening to the sweet talk chime
Fading that you were a liar
Still more than a footnote so it seems
I stained your heart with mere affection
I'm glad that I dance through your dreams
It pretties up the recollection
Thank you dear old friend of mine
I love that you just had to call
I miss the good ways we entwined
The rest, I just don't miss at all
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
To the would be
beauty princess
who was almost
a would be Beauty Queen
But was not quite good enough
This is a would be poem
to all the
would be
pretties
if they weren't so unique
to the few
would be
rockers
if they could stand up and be talkers
to all the would be
intellectuals
if all they said was factual
This is a would be poem
to all the would be's
who couldn't be
who shouldn't be
So please tell me
Why
all of these would be's
are never
Will be's
Or even
Have beens
because even that is still better than
Never tried
Or even
Unknown's
Because sometimes the worst thing is
Not knowing
Having no idea of what would've been
instead wondering what
could've been
So this is a poem to the would be
lovely pageant girls
who could've had the world
but were sat down and told
by someone too old
that the world is too cold
and they would never
Make it
Fake it
Break it
break the idea of different
make the change
This is to all my would be brothers and sisters
Who don't have
Can't have
Who never had
The Chance
become
I am's
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
To the opera house the happy youths went
Two pretties, each strolled with a handsome gent
Four friends with every good intent
Of having a grand old time
Fair Marjorie dressed in sapphire blue
Her Alfred was wearing the same color, too
While Charles and Francine matched a crimson-y hue
The ambiance was feeling sublime
The lights of the theater were bright, but romantic
A large chandelier straight above made the ladies feel frantic
Violins started tuning, like strange waves of Atlantic
The grandeur of curtains opened, as the stage was undressed
But what humored the bunch was the old lady in peplum skirt
Two seats over from Alfred with birds embroidered on her shirt
She was peculiar, came alone and looked hardly alert
As the actors took position, she yawned, unimpressed
The old lady's antics continued for over an hour
She snorted at the singing, with boisterous power
By intermission her nose-blowing had turned each love scene sour
Our four were straining, containing their laughter
And during the intermission everyone got up, bought a drink
But the old lady just sat there, like she wanted to think
Beginning to stroke the dark fur of her wraparound mink
She nodded, falling asleep shortly after
Charles saw it first--"the old girl's dozed right off!"
Alfred chuckled and Francine, beginning to scoff
Proposed they prank the lady, but Marjorie coughed
Saying, "shame on you, wicked child!"
So they all sat back down and awaited the second unveiling
Two seats over from Alfred, the gray one's slumber unfailing
Act two and act three ended, the hero prevailing
At the final bow, the audience was wild
Everyone clapped and cheered loudly, some whistled or threw roses
Everyone but the one in the third seat over, under all the guests noses
Who slept though each applause and the actor's last poses
The theater was clearing out quickly
Four waited--Alfred, Marjorie, Charles and Francine
To see if she would wake and depart from the scene
The last five in the balcony, the gray one serene
The fun was over and they decided to help her get up
When Charles tapped her shoulder, they all finally knew
How tonight's show had smothered a moment so true
The old lady was found dead in the presence of those few
Still in the same seat, they never helped her get up
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
I know you like sun kissed photos,
Well you are one in real life,
You say you look like chocolate ice cream,
But I think you shine like gold so bright,
And I'm not even lying,
Its been two years since I realized,
That glitter sparkles much better when it's on you,
And it's been two years since I realized,
That you are the pretties girl I met in my life.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 4:05 PM UTC
Shes's the pretties carrier of a soul,
A Damsel fallen through a wonder hole;
She bounces in joy all around the place,
A moment she's here, and another she's everywhere.
Her face round like the softest stress ball,
Eyes with a diamond's shine
and
Hair fallen down the shoulder like a waterfall.
Ohh My!! I tell you
She's like a divine doll
She's as cheerful as a bird in dawn
She's got flair of grass in a fine uncut lawn.
He never touched her, never spoke to her or even said a Hii
Just kept getting mesmerized from the Corner of an Eye !!!
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
Parties are for the Pretties,
the Perfects and the Prudes
the Pretties hate the Perfects,
all the rest are left to suffer
beneath their combined attitudes
One must listen to platitudes
that paints the sky so pink
The blue that bends so blindly
never barely connects so kindly
to the instance that it bled ink
Mindful of the mired muck
that insists my shoe should stick
insidious brown upon the ground
whispers words in rejection
leaving a life form I needs drink
For where I step is septic
solid ground is unsolid, at best
but my best foot forward
is wearing pretty new shoes
mud caked, is my best guess
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
My stem has grown bent and ugly
And my petals have holes
From diseased bugs that have nibbled on my precious silk
My leaves are dry and tinted yellow
And my pollen is putrid and stale
---
I watch the other flowers grow green and tall around me
Their blooms burst and **** the eye with colour
Passersby stand still
Mesmorized by the utter beauty of my poison friends
They pick and pick and pick at them
Their petals full
Their pollen intoxicating every hand that touched them
Yet I stood bent
Still rooted and hoping to be plucked
But they spit on me
And the other flowers laughed
I was useless in their world
---
So I wilted faster and knelt closer to the ground
I slowly fell
Each piece of my body decayed and went back to the ground
And I sprung up weeks later
Among all the perfect blooms
---
I was reborn a ****
Much bigger than the pretties beside me
Yet they still laughed
So I grew
And I ate their sun
And I breathed in all their air
Now they're wilting faster than I ever did
They'll soon be gone
And i'll be the only one left
But I guess it doesn't matter anyway
They still pass by without even a glance
It seems it was all in vain
Because I'm wilting
again
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Veins are the angels of the body.
The flowers in your hair are my arteries.
Your eyes are like lilies
Oh now my pretties.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
Crew Quarters...
(When I was a-serving of their majesties Brown and Root)
Rows of racks under aquarium lights
And scattered paperbacks: Louis L’Amour
Bravo Company battlefield yarns, (love)-books
About blonde hot rod babes with really big (pretties)
The crew, all older than I, were better books:
Mechanics, enginemen, crane operators
Welders, riggers, radiomen, divers
Draftsmen for the “as built” modifications
The cook was a nervous man from New Jersey
He looked over his shoulder and dropped things
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
Hello again my pretties
Indeed it's been some time
But life sometimes throws a curve
There are many waves to ride
Around and around this ride goes
Never knowing where it ends
Emotions and reflections rule
Drawing you deeper in the depths
It is time to cleanse the mind
Clear out the sacred place
Tell the stories of my life
Let the pieces fall into place.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
Two petite pretties
pranced before me
paragons of the
impoverished society
that values surface
over depth
The dancing debutantes
Dangled their dangerous
And dubious dispositions
Directly in front of me
Enter stage bad boy
Blustering buffoon
With a silver spoon
So far up his ***
He spewed silver polish
On his nice Polish pants
Cash in hand
He passed around
His affluences
Like it was influenza
Vomiting vague
Platitudes with
So much attitude
As if he had
Anything valid to say
But this crowd was rapt
With the vapid vocalist
He drank expensive ****
To prove he was valid
No valor just vain vagaries
On display to frustrate me
Greatly
They celebrated the success of a
Failing millionaire who was premade
By the fortune that his father made
To bail him out of all of his mistakes
As he played society like a broken violin
I was trying to bring talented art back in
But society placed me in the trash bin
Before I could even begin
To purge the poison
The incurably incurious
Perpetuators of
Shallowness
So I bow out of this
Cause I thought
We were working together
To make each other’s life better
But it turns out I was
Running a race
I did not even know about
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC
Yo so many pretties out chea, tryna be the baddest ***** of the year,
So many tears I see from the sweat, can't count on happiness,
If the closest thing to money, is being the realist, y'all ain't feeling this,
Tryna get a ***** to hear this, but they'll take it as a diss,
Can't see over the diamonds that bliss, ever since I was sunkissed,
I knew my life, was ****** over, hard to stand tall, and be a soldier,
End times is near, have no fear, angels swarming, demons cornered,
Pay attention the laws is written, why y'all lounging around, ain't listening,
To the sweet nothing, fighting over material **** I see the monopoly pit,
It all falls down, born with nothing so I'll die with nothing,
Must be a pain to glutton, then all of sudden, they stay buying our rights,
While they got you focused on the black white stereotypes,
Peeping the game, that was told by Albert Pike despite,
The rawness of evilness, I take in and slowly progress,
My mind no time, to chase money, cuz it'll always run away,
Collection of souls, yo it's time to pay, the grim reaper ain't got nothing to say,
Only to repeat the same madness everyday
Once they take you away,
This dedicated to coppertone ******
White ******
Mexican ******
All y'all colored mofos
Y'all ain't exempt
Everything is ****** prepared
For the rumours of war
Know laws being signed as we speak
G'yeahh
Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 9:08 AM UTC
We are monsters
You and me
Those non believers
The real life dreamers
They can’t conceive us
Too blind to see
We are monsters
We live below
Blackened mirrors
Cold dark shivers
The pretties don’t hear us
Our hearts can’t glow
We are monsters
We sleep alone
We dance underground
Our hearts wrapped around
The silence of sound
We’ll never be known
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
all of this is messy.
be truthful,
there's something that you thought of.
I'm thinking of our ridiculous
standards.
why can't we judge people for their hearts
instead of the scars?
why can't we see the soul
instead of their body?
why can't we see the mind and thoughts
instead of the face?
they all judge the hurt,
instead of the pretties.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
spring's sticking
her tongue out...
melt on it.
field the bleed-thru
pretties of flowers.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC