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SoVi Mar 2020
I don't want to die young
Disappear into obscurity.

Stretched thin like nylon
Something that you see as pretty.

Rubbed raw by a cat's claw
Watch me as I keep bleeding.

Feelings like a jigsaw
Don't know if I can keep going.



© Sofia Villagrana 2020
Michael Demian Feb 2020
They are so pleasant to our eyes,
The flowers, nature’s great creation.
Though their apparel is so nice,
Their blossom has a short duration.

But beauty of a different kind
Can be contrasted with a flower.
It constantly excites our mind,
Makes us do things beyond our power.

Great artists laud it day and night
And it is worth our praise and duty.
You, pretty women, have the right
To wear this splendid crown of beauty.
Riz Mack Feb 2020
It's all for the one's you'll never meet

a word
a system
a building
a philosophy

Their onus is ownership
intended or otherwise

what will you leave behind?
Sydney Feb 2020
She doesn’t try
Doesn’t have to
I try
Maybe too hard-
        “Notice me”
        “Look at me”
        “I’m funny”
        “I’m pretty”
        “I’m ****”
Maybe I’m wrong-
I don’t deserve you
Not like she does-
        “She’s funnier”
        “She’s prettier”
        “She’s sexier”
But I have something-
She doesn’t have
        “I’m more broken”
Sydney Feb 2020
I wish I was her
You laugh with her
You talk to her
You hold her
You kiss her
Why can't I be her
Why choose her
Am I not good enough
        Pretty enough
        **** enough
She’s your lover-
I’m your friend
But I’ll never be her
You won’t like me-
Like you like her
I’m not her-
You want her
She Writes Feb 2020
when they ask me why i choose
to cover my body in pretty tattoos

I tell them it is to canvas the scars
from others attempting to mar

to wear my afflictions as a badge of honor
reminding myself that I am stronger

to show the world pain can be beautiful
that I am here, and I am unmovable
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2020
I guess there is a reason for the pain I constantly feel
Meaning in the length of time it takes for me to heal
I may not see it now but in time I'm sure I will
It's all part of the prophecy I must fulfill
The tearful nights spent debilitated by heartache
At moments seemed like too much for me to take
But I held on through the worst of despair
And now I use those memories to inspire and share
Maybe my story lets others know that they are not alone
When they are sad, angry, or cut down to the bone
Because I've suffered yet I am still standing here today
As proof that the misery will eventually go away
So all the sorrow I endure on pages I spread
And turn my trauma into something beautiful instead
And one day this pain in my chest will grow into something so beautiful
SWebster Jan 2020
So pretty
Adorning my skin;
So stark
Against my skin.
There’s no denying what you are
Only denying why you’re there.
I have been able to hide you
But if someone asked, what would I say?
Razor blade accident?
But why would it be:
so deep, so wide, so long?
(To keep me from loosing my mind.)
So pretty
Across my skin.
You call to me-
reminding me of the nights where I found release, where I found relief.
The pain only transferred never truly soothed.
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