Tag Archive: beauty


I can’t relate to makeups

To tips and their tutorials

Sometimes I think it’s too superficial

But I hold my tongue.
Why can’t women be encouraged to read more books?

That intelligence is real beauty

That the mind be powered

Rather than the face getting powdered

That we buy more of what can help fuel our astounding brains

Rather than outer beauty that melts away with age.

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Unperfect

She couldn’t fit the standard of society

So she stopped trying to be it’s impossible beauty

She walked lighter and judged herself less

She didn’t care if others thought she was a mess

She no longer waited to be called beautiful

She was unperfect and for her, this was more acceptable

Dictated Beauty 

I want to cry, I want to hide

I want to be where I’m alone

Where no one can hurt me

The media, the TV, they tell and show you things of what beauty should be

And I am a fool enough to believe them

I am blinded

I do not see myself.
I try to fit in but I just can’t

Or maybe I never wanted to

But it hurts when you try to stand up for yourself

While their boots of shaming are keeping you to the ground.
So I wish for days of alone time

With no one to tell me I’m not worth it

I try and heal the scars before they start creating new one’s again.

Do You See?

It took me by surprise

And then I realized

The moon has always been so beautiful

Though the eyes of a lover might think it more wonderful

The sky is bluer

The grass greener

But it’s always been so.

It’s a matter of choosing what to see

Am I Ugly?

They look, they stare

They wonder, they dare

They ask me why I’m still single

It sometimes makes me feel worthless, hence, I don’t mingle

They talk, they whisper

Words can hurt, they can blister

And even without a word I feel they’re saying smugly

You’re still single because you’re ugly

Gorgeous!

Hey look at you!

Looking cooler and lesser blue.

New color showing on your face, such a great hue!

You look someone good as new.

That smile!

That hair!

Such grace and flair!

You look stunning and my, my

Look at you, gorgeous!

Beautiful Dreamer 

Beautiful dreamer

Beautiful night

Beautiful nightmare 

Beautiful sight

Beautiful world

Falling beautifully to sleep

To wake up to a beautiful morning

The very next day

Running Late

Everyone is in a hurry, it seems

Daylight fading or running out of schemes.

They dress and doll up, attractive as can be

Gorgeous lips with wonderful locks for every man to see.

They try, they sell, they do cutie stuff and flirt around 

All to be “taken”, taken where? Oh, just around.

They tell me I’m running behind, they all tell me to hurry up

No time to chit chat, no time to stop.
But I’m not running late

I’m not even running 

There may be some disappointments, maybe some hate

But I’ll show them I can be stunning.

On my own.

Imagine It

A mind at peace

And the world too

Natural wonders and beauty 

Everlasting calmness

The sun rises and sets with always a new light!

Oh wouldn’t it be great if it were?

Beautiful Lightning 

Lighting,

Chaotic, dangerous, scary

Strong, wonderous but never merry.

A sight to behold

Beauty in it’s entirety 

But you must beware

Because it can be unpredictable too

Words from a Little Person

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

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