The Phases of BeautyPhase one starts with the basics. Wash off all that invisible grime off your face. Brush your hair out of its bed headedness. Normal stuff. Brush your teeth; yellow smiles aren't all that pretty. Phase one is simple, easy. But it's never enough. You're still too natural looking Naturally ugly.
Scramble through your closet, here's phase two; clothes. Being beautiful also means being fashionable, so all you have is overpriced designer labels to shift through. Find the jeans that make your butt look cute and the shirt that makes you look older and look! You've got an awesome outfit on your hands. Accessorize accordingly; the right jewelry could make or break this outfit. At least, that's what all the magazines say.
Phase three starts in a puff of smokewait, maybe that's foundation. Layer it on heavy; no one wants to see those freckles. Dash on some blush, it looks cuter. Break out the eyeliner and mascara, that way your boring eyes will pop. That's what makeups fo
My Own Self-DestructionThere are things about meMy Own Self-Destruction4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just can't control
The shame makes me want
To crawl in a hole
I rely on you more
Than you'll ever know
It'd be better for you
If I were to go
I know I'm a burden
Don't bother denying
But I can't seem to shake this
No matter how hard I'm trying
The guilt causes pain
And so does the fear
The voices inside
Are all I can hear
All of these things
Make it so hard to function
I am the cause
Of my own self-destruction.
Just a MirrorI feel your fear,Just a Mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It oozes form your body,
I want to destroy you,
You make me sick,
You're ugly I shout,
A lonely nobody,
No-one will ever love you,
Go kill yourself I say,
You just mimic me,
So anger takes over me,
I thrust my fists at you,
And I finally realise,
It's just a mirror.
Sooner or later.Once upon a time, I breathed in innocence and exhaled simplicity. I remember it fondly.Sooner or later.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember my favorite grass-stained overalls with the light blue butterfly embroidered on the pocket, my bare feet on the damp grass, the feeling of the wind, it tasted like sweet perfection, flying through every single strand of hair on my head as I chased the fireflies that danced in the evening air. I remember the old, rusty swing sets, and how if I got up in the air high enough I could touch the exact place in the cloudless sky where the earth itself curved, though no one ever believed it. Back then, I remember laughing every second just because there was once a time where optimism wasn't a challenge. Back when real friends weren't an endangered species, but a bubbling well, filled to the rim; when family was a single unit, not split into shards; when the biggest worry I had was people stealing my favorite scarlet-colored crayon after I dashed to the potty. Simple.
The BeautifulThe beautiful girlsThe Beautiful9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shed the weight of their world
As they shrink from the light
The beautiful boys
Hide the pain in their eyes
Fading from view
As their skin becomes tight
The beautiful souls
With impossible goals
Told by the world
That they weren't good enough
The beautiful lives
Destroyed by the lies
Starving to the death
For the promise of love
True LoveAbusive love leaves scars,True Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but true love will heal them.
I'll LieI don't want to hurt youI'll Lie4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hate making you cry
But there's only one way to prevent it
I'm going to have to lie
I'll lie about the loneliness
I'll lie about the pain
I'll lie about the hurt
I'll lie about the shame
I'll lie to protect you
I'll lie so you don't leave
I'll lie to keep you happy
I'll lie till you believe
It's not that I don't want your help
The fact is I really do
But that is not the point at all
The point is it will hurt you
I'm sorry it has to be this way
But I can't burden you again
'Cause if I do I'm scared
I'll lose you as a friend
Pretty GirlI'm pretty, right?Pretty Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, let me eat less
And tan more,
Burn my hair to make it straight
And spend all my money on clothes.
[Am I pretty now?]
timethey say time heals all wounds; but they don't tell you that the time seems to pass by in microscopic portions, and they don't tell you what happens when that wound becomes infected. a mere scrape of the skin, and the wound feels brand new again. and you're always scraping at your skin.time4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a conscienceYou think it is harmless fun to entice him to your presence, so you can seduce him.a conscience5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like to believe, for my own sanity, that if you could feel one tenth of the pain your recklessness causes me; you might think twice.
lostlately, i've lost faith in love, and i've lost a lot of sleep.lost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm miles away from anyone, let alone my own stability.
your name echoes off the walls inside my head consistently,
and my heart beats hard in places where my heart's not supposed to be.
i've made myself at home here in my own personal hell.
i'm miles away from anyone, but nobody can tell.
i only wish that i could recognize myself.
UnlovableI only asked for a hugUnlovable6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
...to remind me I still need comfort
But you were too busy
...to hold an insanity such as mine
So once again to bed I go
...to cry myself into a restless slumber
As I try to understand
...what it is that makes me so
UnworthyUnderstanding unfairness is unlikely unlessUnworthy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have a doormat's sense of pride,
Or a calmness I don't possess.
I am not calm at the moment--
On the contrary, quite upset,
And the injustice chafes my soul.
But who am I
To decide what is just?
Perhaps I deserve what I'm getting.
Maybe that's why people leave me...
Why my trust is betrayed,
Every time I give it.
Am I unworthy of being understood?
Whatever I say is not quite what I meant.
All my words are filtered through
The lens that censors meaning.
In light of that, I can't say I blame them
For leaving me where I lie.
So I sit here alone, and that's nothing new.
I'm alone in my head, like I've always been.
This apparent apathy hides my true feelings--
All I want is acceptance, some love.
But it seems I'll never get it,
Beyond this haven shore.
Every nerve in my body screams to be heard--
To tell the world my truest feelings.
To become what I am, to emerge from cocoons,
To finally show my face.
But these are dreams, and the world is un