You Cry Baby And You Cry Alone
you are right. No one is ugly.
each one is as beautiful
as one thinks s/he is
to be
everyone has always
the possibility of being
beautiful if one thinks
that s/he is ugly
we are moved by our own
thoughts
how we conceive ourselves to be
how we carry our crowns
how we sway our arms
how we sit with dignity
the mirror speaks but we
need not listen
we must insist on who we are
from the bottom of
our hearts
remember what they always
tell you
you cry baby and you cry alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Are Wrong
you are wrong.
you were never ugly.
you are not ugly.
you are beautiful
as ever as anyone
can be. who can be
so ugly with us?
tell me, what is
it that makes
them
only
beautiful.
who cannot be
beautiful as
us?
who can ever
be ugly
when we
are in love?
no you are
wrong
you are not ugly.
it is only him
who thinks
so. I love you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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4 All The Women/girls Out There!
a women.
delicate.
strong.
beautiful.
she can tease.
she can smile.
she can do such harm that makes us men kneel down and bow.
lol
of course all girls wants to be the princess in their mans heart.
always wanting the attention they can never get.
but only a girl with honor, integrity, and patient's
will be the most beautiful girl of all.
im saying not all women arent beautiful.
they all are.
just different ways of showing.
a womens humor.
a womens passion.
their every move
is unique
also extraordinary.
every women got a way to cast a spell on a guy.
something bout each women keeps a guy going back.
and wanting more.
and if your a women reading this. no! not that.
i mean for you.
wanting you.
for your personality.
the way you smile.
the way you cry.
the way you laugh and dance.
this is for all the women out there who thinks they are not good enough, or thinks they are ugly. your not ugly! ! !
i know that everyone has an ugly side. but look deep in yourself and you will find,
a beautiful soul ready to blossom...
poem by Dislocated Heart
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Ugly
i don't look in the mirror
i don't like what i see staring back at me
everything is clearer
i'll never see what you see
it's not me
so beautiful and free
i'll never be what you need
can't help at all
i was born so beautiful
but now i'm ugly
and i rot in my skin
as a piece of me dies everyday
i know i'm nothing
i know there's nothing i can say
to change
the judgment in their ways
i'll never be what you need
can't help at all
my love was so beautiful
but now i'm ugly
yeah...
i'm good enough
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from The Aeroplane Flies High
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Forever Tomorrow
beautiful yet ugly
the jellyfish stings until you die
ugly animals turn adorable
beautiful peace,
turns to dreadful hell
clean is made dirty
growing up is faster then ever here
sugar drops float and swim
molecules rush through the water
ugly old gray man monsters come to pray
life is just a hope
because the ribbons are here
ugly strings filled with beautiful nets
and the puffy disgusting mushroom looking things lurk too near us
beautiful and gorgeous when combined,
but ugly, deadly and disgusting when alone
poem by Lola Smith
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Beautiful and Ugly
In my eyes all I see
are beautiful
In their eyes all they see
is an ignorant girl
I have no idea that there
are also ugly
But they weren't; at first I
thought of them as strange.
Isn't it that right is beautiful
Isn't that wrong is ugly.
But now the Ugly is Beautiful
and the Beautiful is Ugly.
And I almost forgot that
Everybody has grown up.
In my eyes all I see
are beautiful
But in their eyes all they saw
was an ignorant girl
I have no idea that there
were also ugly
When I did they say,
'It was beautiful! '
But it isn't, I guess.
I think this world is strange.
poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas
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how i wish the world is blind to see me naked and broken
they always say
ever since i was small
this little boy is ugly
he will not have a promising future
(did they think that i better be thrown
to the sea and be eaten by sharks
or to the forest so i can be the prey
to those predators?)
they let me live, however,
thanks, nonetheless, and i have grown to be what i am
ugly
learning to live this way
ugly
time however has told me a different story
about the ugliness that lies only on the surface of
things, and living memories have grown in me
the seeds
some possibilities
for beauty
like i can grow a mind of my own
like i can be cultivated like a beautiful flower
of my choosing
in my own garden
like i can have the possibility of
a sweet scent
or i can be a slender plant that will bear
some luscious fruits
to feed the world and make it feel
that i can
quench its thirst
or satisfy its hunger
i have learned patiently
how to be a better possibility and long time ago
when i undressed myself
removing some layers of sadness
and confusion
skin upon skin upon skin
i was once afraid of everything
the windows
the cracks and the crevices
i was once afraid of the hundred eyes of this world
those walls barring me
those writings on the fences of my existence
shouting that
i am ugly
(that i do not have the right to live
or anything to live with)
i go naked again
time places another mirror at the center of my
thoughts,
to see another me
i am beautiful
in my nakedness
now, i do not wish anymore a blind world
so it can see the unfolding
the coming of my
thousand possibilities like some kind winds
white sea caps and gentle sands,
i am beautiful and i really know it now
by heart
this confident soul undressed and still so beautiful.
that you, my lovely world,
must start to see.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How I Wish The World Does Not Have A Hundred Eyes To See Me Naked
how i wish the world is blind to see me naked and broken
they always say
ever since i was small
this little girl is ugly
she will not have a promising future
(did they think that i better be thrown
to the sea and be eaten by sharks
or to the forest so i can be the prey
to those predators?)
they let me live, however,
thanks, nonetheless, and i have grown to be what i am
ugly
learning to live this way
ugly
time however has told me a different story
about the ugliness that lies only on the surface of
things, and living memories have grown in me
the seeds
some possibilities
for beauty
like i can grow a mind of my own
like i can be cultivated like a beautiful flower
of my choosing
in my own garden
like i can have the possibility of
a sweet scent
or i can be a slender plant that will bear
some luscious fruits
to feed the world and make it feel
that i can
quench its thirst
or satisfy its hunger
i have learned patiently
how to be a better possibility and long time ago
when i undressed myself
removing some layers of sadness
and confusion
skin upon skin upon skin
i was once afraid of everything
the windows
the cracks and the crevices
i was once afraid of the hundred eyes of this world
those walls barring me
those writings on the fences of my existence
shouting that
i am ugly
(that i do not have the right to live
or anything to live with)
i go naked again
time places another mirror at the center of my
thoughts,
to see another me
i am beautiful
in my nakedness
now, i do not wish anymore a blind world
so it can see the unfolding
the coming of my
thousand possibilities like some kind winds
white sea caps and gentle sands,
i am beautiful and i really know it now
by heart
this confident soul undressed and still so beautiful.
that you, my lovely world, must start to see.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beautiful Girl
your so beautiful i can see it
can you become ugly and make me
beautiful your so beautiful
put your make up and dance in fancy clothes.
make yourself beautiful
and me ugly
you are always nice to me
and i am bad
make me ugly and yourself beautiful
poem by Ramya Iyer
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And So They Have Again Teased The Ugly Duckling
having forgotten the story
of the ugly duckling
here we are again retelling
it to children, that once
there was this ugly duck
who turned out to be the
most beautiful swan at the
end of the hopeless lines.
that we must stick to the
beautiful self that nature
gives us; it knows the ripe
season for a very beautiful
unfolding; that there is always
a perfect time for everyone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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About Manny...
Manny does not remember as a
poet when he left this small town
24 years ago
because he felt so lost and he is looking
for what self
he thinks he had,
i was then a budding word,
my petals are ugly
and my stem is a worm
the roots crawl like an
invented monster
what he thinks i was
was that i was a monk without a beard
a non-believer of the bishop
and a critic of Lauritz
he never bothered to look at
my room
as i have kept it like a pigsty
it smells like hell
and all he thinks is that heaven
is here
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ugly Sunset
It wouldn't rise to become the sun
Afraid of shinning it's true beauty
Hiding in the horizon about to cause night
Bringing fear and causing evil to come out
So this once beautiful sunset that was the world to me turned ugly
Look at it! What do you see that is so beautiful about this ugly sunset
Is it how it causes fright to parents
Or how slowly it goes down with everyone's happiness like sucking the life out of you like a black hole
You ugly sunset with your beautiful shades of color and your reflection on the ocean, why are you hiding from beauty? we were once the world me and you but now look at you, your a mess.
Now all you are is one ugly sunset sucking up all the beauty this world has.
So keep hiding in the horizon ugly sunset!
But in the end you'll regret not showing you true beauty.
poem by Celia Hinojosa
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Beautiful drought!
Windy Windy Windy the wind sung!
This marked the beginning of the dry spell
This marked the beginning of death for beautiful cattle
This marked the beginning of the dry river bed
The beautiful countryside turned brown
Turrr Turrr Turrr Turrr rota sung!
The beautiful drought attracted it to the dusty village
The beautiful helicopter landed greeted by dust
The beautiful cameras came out black and shinning
The beautiful face of mum faced up looking at their water bottle
Click Click Click Click cameras sung!
This one will make a good front page picture
This one is even better because she is beautiful
This one is so thin and has no cloths on but traditional beads
This one is the dying beauty that will make newspapers sell
Turrr Turrr Turrr Turrr rota sung!
The beautiful journalists hopped in happily
The beautiful cameras packed up dusted to shine as before
The beautiful face of mum remaining but soul gone to maker
The beautiful drought remains for me and my siblings
Hot hot hot hot is the sun above!
The ugly vultures hover above waiting to devour mum's remains
The ugly bandits hide in the neighbourhood to take my cooking pots
The ugly hyena hunger in the bushes to snatch my baby brother
The beautiful drought has made me a prisoner
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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You are sure to marry a woman either beautiful or ugly; If ugly she will be a punishment; if beautiful, you will share her with others. Therefore do not marry.
Perfect ness
Fastidiousness-
It makes the ugly one beautiful.
By its absence,
It makes ugly the beautiful one
14.08.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Whats The Use Of A Title?
They don't make it
the beautiful die in flame-
suicide pills, rat poison, rope what-
ever...
they rip their arms off,
throw themselves out of windows,
they pull their eyes out of the sockets,
reject love
reject hate
reject, reject.
they don't make it
the beautiful can't endure,
they are butterflies
they are doves
they are sparrows,
they don't make it.
one tall shot of flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
one flame, one good flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
in the sun.
the beautiful are found in the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
and we can never understand why they
left, they were so
beautiful.
they don't make it,
the beautiful die young
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.
lovely and brilliant: life and suicide and death
as the old men play checkers in the sun
in the park.
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poem by Charles Bukowski
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I think I can be beautiful with all the little stuff done, and I can be ugly. A lot of attractive actresses can't be ugly.
quote by Juliette Lewis
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