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Leah Oct 2020
I’ve wanted pretty, soft, hands for as long as I can remember;
thin fingers,
long nails.
The kind that pair well with coffee mugs and bookstores.
The kind you don’t hesitate to kiss;
but mine are riddled with anxiety.
There are scars on my knuckles from walls  that didn’t deserve my anger
and I can’t seem to stop biting at my fingernails.
I will never be the pretty girl with soft hands and thin fingers.
I am the strong girl
who scales mountainsides
and presses my hips into the walls I once used to punish myself.
My hands haven’t been the same since I covered them in chalk and started gripping onto what has become a lifeline for me.
So,
       no,
I will never be the pretty girl with soft hands and thin fingers.
I will be the strong one.
Evie G Oct 2020
Sure, she was
pretty.
Pretty as a doll.
Porcelain skin,
Stoic,
elegant.
Everyone said so;
therefore
everyone knew so.
But,
she was never beautiful.
Never having that smile that soars across your face, reaching the rising heights of your cheeks,
heat flowing through the cracks of your skin made from memories passed.
Encircling your eyes, forcing the green leaves to wither,
facing the tight chill of another winter.

Eyes awaken, olives on the branch
Skin turning fiery now… it’s laughter!
A shuddering of skin
juddering and jiggling
Cracks are forming where sapphire squeezes out and down the mountainside, leaving its trail.
Youth is wasted on the young?
As if youth is something to be owned.
Hey there! Its sap time :)
Cross Boundry Oct 2020
am i allowed...
-
honestly, i think not
she's up there with the perfects
singing in the heights
dancing with the stars
-
but still i'll look...
she - dodie
kier Oct 2020
emotions are good little things
pretty like stars in the skies
coloring the dark void
and giving meaning to our life
Tall, red like roses, hair short like the waves is my pretty boy
His smile brighten my days
That I like him already

Blue is our sky
It would be like in heaven
If I come by him and make him flip
I realized he has no ring
But he all in his feelings
And I got feelings for him
I wish I could marry him all like now
Cause with him I am everything

K-mari 2020
William Robbins Oct 2020
Queen Antonym of Superficial,
I wish the pseudonym of your official
name was just your name.
Your anonymity is so much more to pity,
as your antonyms
are only pretty,
and their anonymity is in their substance.
glowingwaffles Oct 2020
Stop telling me i’m pretty
i’m broken and destroyed, but You can’t know
i’d let You in my world, but You would rather leave. Probably.
Like everyone before You
i’m complicated and confused
Sad and numb
So stop telling me i’m pretty
i’ll fall in love with You

i’ll fall in love with You and regret
You’ll regret
That You talked to me in the first place
Flirted with me
Made me laugh
Got me to open up and share my darkest secrets
You’ll regret missing me
Thinking of me
Fantasizing of me
Because You see
i’m a toy
A broken toy
Once loved, always forgotten

But if You show love to this toy
Instead of just playing and throwing
If You show care to this toy
Without dropping and breaking
Then do call me pretty
But don’t make me regret
Or Yourself regret
That i may fall in love with You
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
You are
the kind of art
that would lure Picasso
and be unable to turn away.
You are the masterpiece
that no one could
understand.
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