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She felt ugly, from the inside and out
Her stomach never small enough to satisfy oneself
She turned to her side, and cried while staring at the mirror
The reflection that shown back at her, made her feel insecure
She said she wasn't hungry, as she began to starve herself
The craving that built up inside, did anything but help
The bones began to show, and her frown began to widen
Her grotesque sticklike figure, began to leave her frightened
Finally she realized, she was beautiful before
As her sticklike figure faded, and she began to eat once more
The beauty of self image is represented in this poem, through the insecurity of  your average girl. Now I wanted to write about this, because it's so common nowadays for girls to be insecure with themsellves. To be unhappy with how they look no matter how beautiful they really are. And i'm here to tell you, that if you think your ugly, then you need to think again, because you are beautiful no matter what size, shape, color, etc you are. You are perfect in your own way. :)
And I don't think
You know what it's like
To need to leave
When everything around you
Is screaming not to.

That disappointment
When you leave
Anyways.
 Jul 2020 Maria Hernandez
Jinkal
Until today I have never fallen for anyone,
but today it feels like he is the only one.

I can't stop thinking about the guy I met today,
when I saw him I couldn't take my eyes away.

When I saw him my heart skipped a beat,
and I didn't know when was the next time I am gonna meet.

The moment I looked into his eyes,
it felt like we were surrounded by all butterflies.

Now when i think of him I get distracted,
Don't know if it's love or I'm just attracted.
 Jul 2020 Maria Hernandez
Syomone
I love being
in love,
False.
I love
being love,
I love
being loved.
I love being
treated kindly,
and being able
to show someone
I care for them.
I love the
thought of love,
but I never faked it
I love the thought
of marriage
even when mines
failed miserably;
but why shouldn’t?
Love is what
I was born to project
and that’s
the impression
I will leave
when I pass.
I’m willing to
be in love
and stay in
love as long as
it’s within me
When you are feeling sad and lonely, seeking security,
Lust comes by and gives you a little taste of beautiful gifts
and it says to you,
"Come to me and I will make you feel warm and secure. I will insert butterflies into your stomach. You will smile for no reason and be happy all the time. You won't be able to sleep all night, but when you finally fall asleep, you will fall asleep happy."
You are overjoyed at what lust has to offer, and jump up and down in excitement as a little child would on Christmas Eve.
Suddenly you feel a little tug at your waist from behind.. It's Reality
You turn around and you ask Reality
"May I please go with Lust?"
Reality says with a smile on its face,
"Go on, have fun. But please be careful. Just know that I will always be here waiting for you at the end."
You think to yourself, what does Reality even mean?
You don't need it anymore.. you have Lust now
You're way too excited to embark on this new journey with Lust so you forget all about what Reality had to say

For a while, being with Lust is great
It gave you all the things that it said it would
You finally feel like you're happy and nothing could change that
Right at that moment when you felt like you were secure
Suddenly, things turned evil
Lust is not what you thought it was.
Lust was just a big tactic to take you away from you
Lust was an offering, a sacrifice, to lose your state of mind and routine of everyday life

The inevitable happens and
Just like that,
Lust leaves you

You cry helplessly
You get on your knees and beg lust to stay
That you will do anything, give it anything at all
Just for Lust to stay

But when Lust came to you, it didn't tell you one very important thing
Lust is a *****
Lust was not built for relationships
Lust cannot and will not stay
For anybody

Sure enough, Reality is there
It was waiting for you to come back
Beside Reality stands Life
You confront Reality and say that you're sorry for leaving
Life overhears your cry and says,
"Don't worry moon child, you will get over this because you are a strong individual. You were built for this. You were meant to be on this Earth to make mistakes and learn from them, and grow as a person. You were meant to feel happiness just as you were meant to feel sadness. This is a beautiful cycle. You will be okay again. Please remember to not forget to enjoy this journey. I love you."

© yungwifey
Hi everyone! This is a short story I just wrote about Lust and Reality. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. **
Mine...


Three months pass
You go through the worst physical pain
Your body begins to drain
And you tell me during math class
I know what really happened
And how you're being shallow
There's just one thing I need to know
There's just one thing to ask for all to be cleared
Sixteen and I'm dreaming
Of our little guy
And he's gleaming
It's a boy, I know. No lie.
I dream of him playing outside
Chasing after him
Catching him at the end of the slide
Sending him off to kindergarten
Dark brown hair
Blue eyed gift
Puerto Rican, but his skin's fair
With our whole lives with him to share
But then my dream begins to dim
He's vanishing
You're screaming
And I've already fallen
Your pregnancy never went past twelve weeks
That's pretty much no time
But knowledge of truth my heart seeks
Answer me this, was he really mine...
 Jul 2020 Maria Hernandez
Jack
You don’t know what you have until it’s gone,
And I don’t know what planet I’m from,
But it’s a place where pain is forbid,
And I know this because I have hid
From broken hours where those I love are thrown
Away, from this fragile heart I have grown.

Will they remember when I am dead
Of this pain that runs through my head,
I question if they will mourn
This sorrowed existence I have torn,
And when that noose hangs around my throat,
Will those who taunt me still gloat?
And when that bullet flies through my brain,
They’ll realise what I meant when I said I was insane,
Will they whisper of forgotten youth,
Or view my death as the solemn truth,
That we all yearn for the silence of the grave,
At the end of the day, I just wish I’m forgave.
Et Fini
 Jul 2020 Maria Hernandez
Daniel
Ever since I was a kid,
The answer was deeply hid -

Am I unique?
Or am I just a part of something big?
 Jul 2020 Maria Hernandez
Khyati
Only if the Aladdin's lamp were to happen upon,
She would have asked for a shoulder to cry on!
 Jul 2020 Maria Hernandez
Khyati
I'm
tired
of
meeting
different
people
in
one
body!
Now only if everyone could stop pretending!
I'm literally so done with people like these. Like could you stop wearing that mask over your face and be you like really you for just once!
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