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Pretty Hurts

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Miscellaneous

Magazines and T.V. screens

show these girls all day

Pretty little creatures,

who show what we should say.

Who smile in front of the camera

but cry behind closed doors,

forcing themselves into delusion,

Until they can't find "them" anymore...

We raise them to believe only beauty

will determine their worth.

And to try and maintain a facisimile of perfection

Because the world will only see the very worst.

We make them parade around

pretending to be little airheads

"What's in your head doesn't matter,"

we teach our girls to be brain dead

We teach them they need to be thinner

to throw up who they want to be,

No personality is what matters,

Bimbos are what we think are "pretty."

We tell them they have to fix themselves

but you can't fix what is with in.

You must keep down the sadness you feel,

to show an opinion is basically a sin.

You could enter a paegant,

and come on top the winner,

and they'll still find something to pick up

"You could always be thinner."

We cause these girls to lose themselves,

telling them they cant be happy.

We tell them they need to add more makeup

thats the only way to be pretty.

Press on nails, and fake eyelashes,

erasing who they were with determination.

Telling girls they'll soon be perfect, but...

"Perfection is the disease of a nation

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspirsed by Beyonce's Song... Link on bottom

Pretty Hurts:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXXQLa-5n5w

 

Anything in parenthesis is a lyrics from her song.

No copy right infringement here folks :D

Dead To The World

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Depression/sadness

I'm stuck inside myself.

 

Attacked by all my feelings,

attacked by all my pain.

 

I'm stuck inside my head,

and I'm dead to the world. 

 

 

Everyone around me is living,

they seem truly happy,

they go out and do things.

 

 

And then there's me...

 

I'm the girl who throws 

out small smiles,

ones that aren't like my real ones,

and yet people still fall for them.

 

I smile and act like everything

is a-okay when I'm around others,

But once I'm alone-

the smile drops away,

the laughter dies.

 

The tears come,

the pain hits, 

and I slowly sink 

down onto the floor. 

 

I'm dead to the world.

 

I'm not living anymore.

 

Dead to the World

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Please let me know what you think!

 

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Silent sanctuary

so much I wish I could say but know I shouldn't utter a word.
silence is my sanctuary
haven't you heard? out of the whispers
a bleak void is what separates this voice from that choice to say
what would slice you up into oozing chunks of aching flesh
take your mind & contort the rest.
I am the bruise inside
the purple faded on pale rough skin.

 

when in doubt, i'll cut it out
all the pain within..
you may judge what I speak
but it'll come straight back to you.
your face is like a terrible sin
a memory that freezes me in between motion
crumpling my bones
suddenly everything gets so cold.

 

trust not what is seen
for it lies through gorgeous white teeth
& beautiful eyes, they undress you in vulgar ways
& ears that don't know what you mean.
& it feels as if theres a knife being pushed into your throat..
unable to escape.
only option left
is cry your heart out
in hopes of being saved

Monsters In The Dark

Now listen to what I have to say

For the wicked hide in the shadows of this day

 

You know nothing of what is of me

You may know the color of my eyes

But not of what they are capable to see

 

Now here, I've warned this upon you

For not every smile is ever true

 

Everything is not set in stone

You may say there is an answer

When nothing is completely known

 

Close your eyes, please understand

That what you may rely on is a blood-thirsty hand

 

Unknown of what they truly are

Watch think before you turn and talk

Someone so close to you can be so far

 

So remember before you go on and say

"But why would anyone do this to me anyway?"

 

Human nature can be full of evil and greed

Unwatched, A monster born within the shadows, full only of self pleasure and need.

Just know when you're lost.

I know your smile is fake.

I see through your lies.

Your eyes are full of hate.

You've lost track of time.

I know you are sad.

I see it everyday.

You've lost what you had.

You never know what to say.

You're scared to get close.

You always say you're fine.

You don't want them to know.

That you'll never be alright.

You think no one understands.

That you'll always be alone.

I know you're reaching for a hand.

Your heart is dark and cold.

Your thoughts have been racing.

You don't know what to do.

You blame all the problems you're facing,

On no one but you.

But it's not your fault,

It never will be.

Just know when you're lost.

You'll always have me.

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Decisions

Living a life im not proud of leading, yet I still remain here, never have I though about leaving. Support you I will, even though what I do doesnt show what I feel. I dont think we would make it, and I hate having to fake it. But this is what we made, what we created. There werent no mistakes, there was just some bad choices, thats why we must follow through with this, and not ignore quiet voices. We will fight together, because its what we chose, but there will be no fairy tale, there will be no prose. Decisions were made without considering, and life will be lived without ever remembering.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about lust, and pregnancy. But about commitment and hate. Take the message how you want it. It can have many meanings. Please comment with what you think.

Pretend

 


She always sat to the side
Alone and wondering
Looking at the others
Always observing

 

Why did they all pretend
To be so happy
When the feelings on the inside
Were all so dark and nasty

 

Why did he pretend
That nothing was wrong
When they broke his glasses and
His head fell with a bong

 

Why did she pretend
To be so dumb
When she was a genius
But her mind became numb

 

Why did the couple pretend
That they were so in love
When behind closed doors
The girl was beat and shoved

 

Why did the child pretend
Things were okay at the house
When the mother screamed and hit
And he cowered like a mouse

 

Why did they all pretend
To be so happy
Wondered the girl to the side
As she looked on sadly

Erase - November 20, 2012

My recollections are making me change,

making me turn psychotic. This rage,

it's making me cave, opposite of brave,

I just want to start over and behave.

I've lost contact with reality,

and I'm bound to mental simplicity,

consisting of nightmares passed, true.

 

Before I fall, erase me, replace me,

with an unknowing, undamaged clone.

I don't want memories, I want to be free.

I want to peacefully, alone, go home.

I just want to calm down.

I need to calm down.

I don't want to be bound.

I am forever bound.

I am lost in how to solve this;

proof is in the scars, hard to miss.

I don't admit my problem out of fear;

I see only but shame in the mirror.

I refuse pills, and I refuse therapy,

for they will not once ever help me.

 

I need elimination;

obliteration if these thoughts.

I need to find a way, mind how they

slit my dreams, see them sit and rot.

I can't do it, go through with it.

My cowaring mind, endless demise,

won't let me end it all, but calls

to my inner self, my peaceful paradise

of images so right, so unlike

reality in its way to forgive me,

live in me; let me sit and be free.

 

Only one choice lies possible.

It denies in replies to take a toll

on my sanity. Don't you see? I can't stop.

I'm not as strong as you thought I wasn't.

The choice is to sit, so delicately sit,

and fit into my mask, slip it on.

It's so beautiful, it's so perfectly wrong.

The tears drop through, but I'm still in denial.

They can see naught but my pretty smile.

When the day is over and dusk turns to dawn,

my mask, still a smile. My soul forever gone.

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Fake Rain!

There I was, standing,

I could fill the water, endlessly falling,

On my head, shoulders, all over,

I felt good and got myself wet further.

 

Even if the drops were so thick,

I wasn't bothered if my carelessness would make me sick,

And didn’t decide to move away,

Just thought- come whatever may.

 

Then, the power cut peeked; I stopped my shower bath,

And impatiently started looking for the right path!

 

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