let it out
pain isn't pretty,
when the phone rings with bad news, there is no beautiful anymore,
you cry until your face is red and blotchy,
dishes go unwashed, trash litters the floor,
you've worn the same shirt the entire week, and your hair needs a proper wash,
yet you stay in bed, hoping this is all a bad dream, it's not
sometimes tragedy is unavoidable, and it's ugly,
and that's okay,
grief isn't always funeral, flowers, then you part your ways,
it can stick like molasses,
because something, someone isn't there anymore,
so don't avoid the inevitable, let it out
cry tears until there aren't any left,
until snot dribbles from your nose, your eyes feel like the desert, and your cheeks look like they got a bad sunburn,
cry those ugly tears,
-it's not pretty, but you're surviving
Horrified
Fights over skin,
Fights over knowledge,
Bullies,
Robbers,
Those who don't respect.
Taking from others to feed greed,
Breaking spirits to throw away jealousy,
Expecting to see your ideas respected and praised, when yet you don't praise others.
And the abandonment of a house once grand,
The torture of a dog just because they ran,
Those who wish to escape,
The world which we know,
Humans who grow thin,
Wars that are fought within,
Those who let their children sit on a screen for years,
Those who let them bike on a main road without safety,
Horses underfed,
Guns fired,
Knives stabbed,
Screams,
Moans,
The world at its end,
None show beauty,
Because they are each truly ugly.
we are left
have you ever reached out
when you’re drunk
unsure if the invitation
to initiate contact
was a dream a farce or a random text
that wasn’t meant
for you to actually send
and do people want
reconnecting
after what we’ve been through
left on read
a ruse a fallacy a year of disillusion
and after a year of disease
are people wrapping up emotion
towards those they haven’t seen
moving on
is such an unbeautiful thing
Unbeautiful
I look in the water
A pretty princess
But my mind
Ripples the water
Causing everything to look less and less than I wish I were
Times I wish I were her
My wings are becoming numb
Too high in the sky
Running away from my problems
Living in my head
Living in a fantasy
Music dancing demons
Stuck there, tapping their tiny feet
Playing the brain’s games
Undeveloped
A hard shell, bumpy and rough.
White and pale, cold to the touch. Through a crack, an eye appears.
Soft and moist, not ready, dripping tears.
Skin soft, untested, untouched.
Waiting, wanting, to be loved.
Hidden from the world, sensitive nerves
Wet, still, from birth it serves
Seeking sun, seeking sight.
Ugly because it was sheltered from light
Doesn't know what to do.
It never had a chance to be loved by you.
As time goes on, chances missed
Not knowing for what it had wished
Never will it live again
Only here to endure its pain.
Skin Deep
Her beauty was mesmerizing
Icy blue eyes
Perfectly done up blonde hair
Applied make up that made her look like a magazine cover
Flawless skin
Long legs, a model's body
A swagger that beckons
Gorgeous smile, that never touched her eyes
Awestruck by her visage
Memorable she should be
But looks don't define the person
Beauty doesn't make the queen
Words that cut
Attitude that isolates
Oblivious to others
Vapid in thought
Like everyone else, she only sees her
Cold heart
Empty soul
Ugly she is to me