"ungly" poems
It's funny how people say for others
"Don't judge a book by its cover".
Honey, I've read the whole series -
I still want my refund,
Believe me, that story never got interesting nor pretty.
It was comfort when you're feeling down,
It was home when no one else was around,
It was fun, when you needed a good time to laugh.
Why I want a refund you'd ask?
The magic forest isn't just pretty fairies and unicorns, right?
So was this book.
Cover ain't pretty, but we don't judge it - we give it a try.
Yet, under all the magic,
there's something scary, that could make you lose your pride.
Ugly witches, goblins, trolls,
but isn't the forest also their home?
Story can't always be bright,
But when the dark consumes all the light,
the book is no longer your anchor.
The pages contain ungly spells that make you feel like you're reading something else.
One of the trolls probably tried to trick me - he succeeded.
Can't believe once I've said this book was everything I needed.
Could be the troll,
could be the narrator,
could be just me,
but the comforting fairy tale,
is no longer what it used to be.
And I believe you feel the same way as me,
as this was our first and last journey,
cause the story got way too ugly so we both decided that it's just not worth it.
So, you see, I didn't judge it before,
nor will I do it now.
Yet, I'd like to bring it all back,
wishing I've never read that series nor reach its finale.
Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 8:19 AM UTC
My skin is wrapping paper
I want to tear off
But I can't let you
See what's inside
So I stay disguised
As an ungly present
Imperfect and bulging
No one will open me
Christmas morning
Because I'm the nightmare
Before, during, and after
However I'm already ripped
And as you get glimpses inside
I don't blame you for running away
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC