Friends
I can see her
dazzling
sunshine smile;
emanating from her eyes
drifting into sight;
a beautiful
beautiful sight.
Undeniably she was
a Force of Nature
and effortlessly-
she lived her life
fluidly-
lightly,
Innocently.
She is a Spirit
still bathed in a certain purity in this world.
No scabs or scars;
No hurts or harms,
she had not come
in this world fully
yet
managing
somehow to be who she
was
from birth.
I am not that innocent.
I have scabs and scars.
I have known
Cutting Disappointments,
and Grinding Injustice.
Why is she my friend?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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My Beautiful World
My Beautiful World is kind
My Beautiful World is sweet
My Beautiful World is nice
My Beautiful World is generous
My Beautiful World is selfless
My Beautiful World has given me everything i need, and then some
I love My Beautiful World, and My Beautiful World loves me
I am the only one on My Beautiful World
But i am not lonely, not in the least bit
My Beautiful World and I have each other
But...there is a problem
My Beautiful World is tired
My Beautiful World is sore
My Beautiful world has wounds and scars
Some will never heal
I do everything i can to help
My Beautiful World wants to explode
and the thing is...
I'm still on My Beautiful World
So if she explodes, I explode with her
It would be an honor to go like that...
But that is not how i want it to end
I want to be on My Beautiful World forever
If you haven't figured it out yet
My Beautiful world isn't a world at all
She is a very special person...
who happens to mean the world to me.
poem by That lil emo kid
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Star Song
You got your tongue pierced once,
and you say you've got another,
that you can't show anyone,
unless it's under covers,
but you're running around showing everyone your new tattoo.
You got an A in class,
and you hoped no one would notice,
you're the smartest kid in school,
and it makes you self-conscious,
and your loser boyfriend is smoking out in the boys room.
I wish someone would tell you,
you're a star the way you are,
you know you're not fooling anyone.
No, you've got the eyes of an angel,
don't try to change, yeah,
everybody's got their scars.
(everybody's got their scars)
No matter what they tell you,
you're beautiful the way you are.
I bet your mom was so happy,
you became a cheerleader,
home coming queen,
just like your older sister,
'till you dyed your hair pink
and they said what were you drinking,
and it never did sink in,
it don't matter what they think.
Cause you're a star the way you are,
you know you're not fooling anyone.
No, you've got the eyes of an angel,
don't try to change, yeah,
everybody's got their scars,
(everybody's got their scars)
never mind how ugly they are.
(never mind how ugly they are)
No matter what they tell you,
you're beautiful the way you are.
Oh the way you are,
(oh the way you are)
oh the way you are,
(oh the way you are)
oh the way you are,
yeah.
You're a star the way you are,
You know you're not fooling anyone.
No, you've got the eyes of an angel,
don't try to change, yeah,
everybody's got their scars.
(everybody's got their scars)
No matter what they tell you
you're beautiful you are.
You're a star the way you are,
no, you're not fooling anyone.
No, you've got the eyes of an angel,
don't try to change, yeah,
everybody's got their scars,
(everybody's got their scars)
never mind how ugly they are.
(never mind how ugly they are)
No matter what they tell you,
you're beautiful the way you are.
No matter what they tell you,
you're beautiful the way you are.
No matter what they tell you,
you're beautiful the way you are.
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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Scars
Now I see that you are pushing me away,
The scars remain as my pain,
I can see that my veins are full of scars,
Scars of remaining past,
Scars from all those cutting,
Scars from all the pain I went through,
Love is vain,
The rain might pour down,
But nothing has stop me from seeing the scars I have left behind,
Nothing can’t stop me from seeing the remaining scars,
All my scars, all my memories remain as my pain.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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How Beautiful U R
How Beautiful u r
You r beautiful
Not only because of the curve of your hips
Or the shape of your body
Not only because of the fullness of your lips
Or the curl of your eye lashes
You r beautiful because you want to be
You r beautiful because God made you that way
You r beautiful in my eyes
There is no one more beautiful than you
You r beautiful because you have a heart
And that is a beautiful thing
You r beautiful because you have a brain
And that is a beautiful thing
You r beautiful because you give advice
And that is a beautiful thing
You r beautiful because you want to be
You r beautiful because God made you that way
You r beautiful in my eyes
There is no one more beautiful than you
You r beautiful because you have confidence
You r beautiful because you have determination and wit
You r beautiful because you have goals and you plan to reach them
You r beautiful because you always there to lend a helping hand
You r beautiful because you want to be
You r beautiful because God made you that way
You r beautiful in my eyes
There is no one more beautiful than You
Dats y u r de beautiful one in dis world?
Dats y u r my friend? ?
Thanks for being my friend...
poem by Arjun singh Chhabra
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Scars From A Childhood
Scars from a childhood, some visible, some not
One on my palm from a grill that was hot.
Punishment came from nothing I did.
Clenching my fist, it was something I hid.
Why world? I'm only a kid.
Scars that are hidden by clothes that I wear,
or some on my neck covered by hair.
These are excuses for frustrations at home.
They will stay with me wherever I roam.
Why world? I'm only a kid.
Never understanding just what I did do?
accepting the scars, each one as I grew,
fragmenting my mind so I could not forget
all of these scars that are still there yet.
Why world?
I was only a kid.
Some are visible. They can't be seen.
They live inside me. They're there when I dream.
Can things be different now that I've grown?
Or will they stay with me?
Are they all that I own?
Why world?
I was only a kid.
The kids in this world that are like me,
I wonder with fear what their fate will be?
The world can be cruel when you have no defense.
Where is the decency? Where is the sense?
Why world? They are only kids.
Those that have suffered all of these scars
should see the inflictors behind iron bars.
Until this is seen as a travesty
it will continue so no one will see.
Please world, please let them see.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Beautiful Blue Eyes
Blue eyes so full of life
A wonder all of their own
So beautiful and precious
Oh to see those eyes smile
Such a beautiful sight
How I love to look into those eyes
When I look into them
A kind of peace comes over me
Beautiful blue eyes
Always haunting me
...teasing me
Reminding me of what I want...can't have
Why do they haunt me so
When will I be free of them
Constantly held captive by those blue eyes
Beautiful blue eyes
Always there
A reminder of what I want...can't have
Such beautiful blue eyes
Beautiful blue eyes...
poem by Grace Hays
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Dream and Reality
I had a dream of a blood red moon in a dark sky with metalic star's
what a beautiful sight, but not as beautiful as the way you are inside and out, i never thought id be able to see you in a world so you beautiful. The world i created was more beautiful when you showed up. The sunlight was gone and my world was broken but patched and sowen and the black blind fold that covered my sorrow filled eyes was lifted by you gental hands.
I had a nightmare with my world burning and you no where in sight and now i am broken an bleeding, my blind fold i must tie around my bleeding sorrow filled eyes as i am alone till one day someone new shall enter or you shall returne and when i awake i realise my nightmare is reality.
poem by Sandy Vanity
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Scars
We all have scars.
Some visible and some hidden to the world.
We sometimes try to hide the physically scars because we think it is ugly,
but really having scars is not a bad thing.
It reminds us we can heal and get through the bad times both physically and mentally when we are ripped or torn apart.
So embrace you scars and keep on healing.
For healing and battling is a part of life.
Let people see your scars and how strong you are by healing.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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I am beautiful
I am beautiful
Despite the scars on my face,
The absent teeth
And the broken smile
I am beautiful
The broken nose bridge and the missing hair clump are really nothing to go by
I am beautiful
I will repeat, even if I’m the only one to say so
I am beautiful
I will tell myself, even if I evade the mirror like a coward
The first time was an impulse (atleast that’s what I thought)
But then,
The regularities grew
The extremity increased
And the want of a cause disappeared
To save non-existent pride and honour, I bore it all
Just like the many before me did,
With me do,
And after me will
I am beautiful
Though the blood clots tell a different tale
I am beautiful
I care not for the permanent limp
My mind plays games with me
Making habit clear all sensation of pain
And the numbness has spread right through my being
Turning my soul cold
And it still hurts, yes it does
Each time there’s a part of me that breaks inside
No physical torment can ever compare
To the agony of shamming your own identity
I am beautiful
In my field of memories of long forgotten moments
I am beautiful
In my dreams of paradise
I am beautiful
To me and my made-sightless eyes
I am beautiful
If just in my name –
I am beautiful
- Sabiha!
poem by Jovan Fernandes
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Beautiful Girl
Beautiful girl
You're not like this world
There's no pain or loss
To be found in your eyes
Chorus:
Beautiful girl
So innocent and naive
You're not aware
That you shouldn't always believe
Beautiful girl
You're like a little, lost pearl
So precious and pure
And so very rare
Chorus:
Beautiful girl
So innocent and naive
You're not aware
That you shouldn't always believe
Beautiful girl
You're trying to find your place in this world
You don't think you ever will
But I believe in you
Chorus:
Beautiful girl
So innocent and naive
You're not aware
That you shouldn't always believe
Bridge:
Beautiful girl
You're now in a whirl
You tried all the things
That you were told to
And you've realized
That they were all lies
It didn't make you feel good
Like they promised it would
Alt. Chorus
Beautiful girl
You're no longer innocent or naive
You've given up on everyone
Cause you don't know who to believe
Beautiful girl
You've got so much potential
Don't let those mistakes get you down
You're better than that
I know it for a fact
Beautiful girl
You no longer want to be a part of that world
You gave your heart away to it
And now you have to try to get it back bit by bit
poem by Hillary Unknown
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Somewhere in this world
Somewhere in this world there is a world where we can be together, where you and I can be together
Where I can wipe your every tear, and make you smile endlessly, my dear
Where I can watch a beautiful sunset with you, and tell you that I love you
Somewhere in this world there is a world where we can be together, where you and I can be together
Where I can see my life in your eyes, and lose myself in your eyes
Where I can be the reason of your beautiful smile, for which I can go a thousand miles
Somewhere in this world there is a world where we can be together, where you and I can be together
Where I can have a candlelit dinner with you, and never tire of listening to you
Where you and I can grow old together, and still live happily together
Somewhere in this world there is a world where we can be together, where you and I can be together
Where I can take your hand in mine, and keep it like that till the end of time
Where I can keep you in my embrace forever, and still leave you never
Somewhere in this world there is a world where we can be together, where you and I can be together, where you and I can be together
poem by Deepak Hariharan
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My Beautiful World
When I’m with you
For just a moment or a day
I can see my beautiful world
When I look into your eyes
As you hold me in your arms
I can feel my beautiful world
When we talk and laugh
Sometimes for no reason at all
I can hear my beautiful world
How I look forward to the mornings
When I know you’ll be there
Loving me in my beautiful world
And then the evenings come
And then the weekends come
And I must leave my beautiful world behind
To go back to my reality
Back to him and to a world
I don’t find beautiful
But at least I know how
My world would have been….
With you…..not only in my dreams….
It would have been…
It should have been…
Our beautiful world……
poem by Tortured Soul
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Jesus Holds My Hand
I saw Jesus last night.
He layed beside me,
held my hand.
I felt his scars.
They didn't make me sad.
The scars are happy.
Jesus said i have scars too.
You just can't see them.
My scars cut deep
So i can't escape them.
Jesus said to give him my scars.
That he carried the sorows of the world.
I gave my scars to God last night.
He still holds my hand.
And i love Jesus.
Can you?
It's A Beautiful Morning Outside:
Beautiful - beautiful morning outside,
Bright with the sunshine and glows in the sky.
Birdies are singing and dewdrops are falling:
It's a beautiful morning outside.
Day after day in this wonderful way,
Nature is showing its wonderful face,
With sunshine at mornings, and cheers every where;
It is morning again in this world.
I was eager in heaven to go on a stroll;
It was mother who who showed me this wonderful world,
With radiance and sunshine and glory to all;
I forgot the heavens the place of my soul.
Now that I am grown up a man in this world,
I will sing to the glory of God's given love.
I will look to the sunshine for youth and for joy,
For sunshine brings morning to all.
poem by Parmanand Mahabir
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A Beautiful Person
When you smile:
Your eyes shine so bright,
you get this grin on your face that could melt ice
your cheeks get rosy
you are a beautiful sight
When you laugh:
Your eyes get a sparkle in them
You get this grin on your face that
will make others laugh with you
Your entire body starts to shake
You are a beautiful sight
When you lay sleeping:
Your brows draw together
Your lips pucker up
You will tense up, then relax
You are so peaceful
You are a beautiful sight
When you are just you:
You have the most beautiful eyes
Your face is so express full
You make the person you are with relax
You are there for me always
You are a Beautitiful Person
poem by Mohammad Hassan
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Beautiful
Beautiful is the rising sun
that touches the dark world
glowing red hot,
like a coal from the fire
of the gods
Beautiful is the crystal blue sky
that stretches to the horizon,
with its purity and brings serenity
to every living thing.
Beautiful is the yellow moon
that awakens dreams,
of how wondrous
life on this earth
really is.
Beautiful is a wave
crashing over a rocky shore,
that sprays the intensity
and mysteries of nature
on the earth.
Yet all of these things
fade away into insignificance
against the smile on your face
and nothing can describe,
the light and expression
in your golden eyes.
You are far more
than beautiful to me
and no white Lily
or dark red Rose,
will ever hold
the same significance
that you bring to me.
When all is said and done
my life is completely empty
when you’re gone,
but when you are with me
life plays like the sweetest melody
and my greatest gift from life is you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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How beautiful is
How beautiful is the Belief, when we belief in the God
How beautiful are the Creatures, when we belief in the Creator
How beautiful is the Motherhood, when we belief in the Sacrifices
How beautiful is the Fatherhood, when we belief in the Battles
How beautiful is the Childhood, when we belief in the Innocence
How beautiful is the Dream, when we belief in the Ambition
How beautiful is the Contentment, when we belief in the Simplicity
How beautiful is the Life, when we belief in the dead
How beautiful is the Love, when we belief in the Care
How beautiful is the Happiness, when we belief in the Sadness
How beautiful is the Relationships, when we belief in the Tender
How beautiful is the Fruit, when we belief in the Farming
How beautiful is the Confidence, when we belief in Our self
How beautiful is the Beauty, when we belief in Our eyes
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in Peace
How beautiful is the Friendship, when we belief in Brotherhood
How beautiful is the Marriage, when we belief in Sharing
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in the Peace
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Back Of Your Mouth
The worms they crack like words and
turn you teeth up and run, leave.
I'm all drinks.
so I clean
I fall down.
should I fit these.
so politely.
all praises sugar coated.
looking between her mouth and mine.
I got scars from dirty scratches.
scabs and ashes.
the back of your mouth.
In this exchange I often touch myself,
so go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me.
just passing through.
not stopping by.
not saying hi.
girl you can't kill a liar.
You throw up everywhere now.
enjoy the cup and coffee.
I am the puddle.
make me.
dancing hoes and stagnance. okay.
these words are sugar coated.
crossed up they still cut out to touch.
got scars from dirty scratches.
scabs and ashes.
the back of your mouth.
In this exchange I often touch myself,
so go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me.
just passing through.
not stopping by.
not saying hi.
girl you can't kill a liar.
You can't kill...
In this exchange I often touch myself,
so go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me.
just passing through.
not stopping by.
not saying hi.
girl you can't kill a liar.
song performed by by Used
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Suicide Scars
i look at myself in the mirror wondering.
wondering what happend to the girl i used to be.
wondering why there are scars on my wrist.
why i did this to myself.
then i think back to when my whole world was crashing down.
i seem to realize that these scars are suicide scars.
i start to cry to the fact that i will have these scars for a life time.
i grab my razor put it up to my wrist.
and i start to cut.
i start to cut them suicide cuts all over again.
i cant stop.
but i guess that this will be me forever.
makeing them ugly suicide scars.
poem by Trish Spencer
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Suicide Scars
i look at myself in the mirror wondering.
wondering what happend to the girl i used to be.
wondering why there are scars on my wrist.
why i did this to myself.
then i think back to when my whole world was crashing down.
i seem to realize that these scars are suicide scars.
i start to cry to the fact that i will have these scars for a life time.
i grab my razor put it up to my wrist.
and i start to cut.
i start to cut them suicide cuts all over again.
i cant stop.
but i guess that this will be me forever.
makeing them ugly suicide scars.
poem by Teresa Johnson
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