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I want to tell you that you are beautiful
But I don't merely want these words heard
I want them felt by you

Because you should feel as beautiful as you are

It's not just your eyes that make you beautiful
(though they seem to always invite my awe-struck gaze)

And it's not just your hair
(though the strokes of light in each strand illuminate everything around you)

And it's not just your smile
(though it reminds me to enjoy life instead of focusing on the struggles it brings)

And it's not just your voice
(which will always,
always sweep me away from my sorrows
and draw me closer to an unexplainable happiness)

Or even Beautiful7 years ago in Free Verse

Beautiful...

I didn't really like it when she cried.

I just loved the way it made her look.

Her eyes were always vibrant.
But, God—God, when she cried…they sparkled.
Her cheeks would turn that perfect plum, that dangerous shade of blue-crimson.
She would push her hair out of her face: in futility.
It would fall back, frazzled, crazed.
Beautiful.

I would watch her, in her less-than-silent agony,
My eyes: absorbed, ablaze. Like a hawk.
Like a vulture.

She was so real.

So vulnerable, the conceptual putty in my hands.
Passionate, with her lips pushed lightly forward.
Almost in a kiss…

Part of me wanted to be that gleam at the tip of her eyelBeautiful...8 years ago in Free Verse

Beautiful 1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Just because she's Beautiful 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Beautiful Leech 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

A Beautiful ThoughtOh, we're so brilliant, aren't we?
We're so freaking lovely.
We're filled with glowing rainbow pride
And we're so pretty it's ugly
Our self-made wounds throb with beauty
And you'll paint your face with hypocrisy

We're everything we're believed to be
We're saviors and artists and celebrities
We're gulping down ego and inhaling pride
We're gestating self-worth in our insides

We're icons of envy to all of our peers
Self-assured by attention attained all these years
I'm something you need and something you're not
She's almost so hideous that it's something I want

But I did say almost
(But you did say want)

Oh, we're such liars
ItA Beautiful Thought5 years ago in Other

You Are BeautifulAm I fat? Am I ugly? Am I stupid? Am I hated? Am I a failure? Am I loser? Questions. Questions we ask ourselves, questions others make us think about. The kind you ask yourself as you stare in your bathroom mirror, wondering if what they say is true; wondering if what you're thinking about yourself right now is the truth. You'll try and push your stomach in, you'll try and hide your spots, hide the wrinkles that you think you see. You will do all this and pretend; pretend to be different, pretend that this person you're imagining is who you should be; is a person better than who you are right now.

Before you know it, you're looking at those You Are Beautiful2 years ago in Emotional

Beautiful   Today, you are beautiful.
            Your parents tell you that you’re beautiful on every other day, too, but no one else ever does. The only time you matter to the world is at your shows. When you’re not beautiful, you’re nothing.
            Today, though, you are shining. At least, you think you are, but you’re not feeling great. Your stomach hurts, just like it does before every pageant. Your dress is brand new, and you haven’t gotten used to the way it itches yet. You’re sure your wig is gorgeous, even though the hairspray smells bad.
    Your teeth, though, are hurting the most. You know your flipper is a good one, but it doesn’t fit anymore.
                The other girls are all beautiful too, crammed here in this Beautiful3 months ago in Short Stories

BeautifulI felt beautiful today.
I didn't straighten my hair,
And I didn't put on makeup.
I closed my white blinds and let
The light shine through
For a fresh background.

I stole my fathers camera,
Turned on my iPod, and began to dance.
I held it away and smiled,
Letting the -click- of the shutters
Blend with the music, forming its own beat.

I grinned and twirled in one of my sister's dresses,
Not giving a care should she walk in.
I laughed and fiddled with my hair,
I was coy and shy and natural.
I shed my shell of T-Shirts and jeans,
And let myseelf be free.

I look at the pictures I had taken and said,
Oh- there you are.

I've beenBeautiful2 years ago in Free Verse

Beautiful3 years ago in Concrete Poetry

To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:

Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,

Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.

It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -

Considering that I've never met you before, but then again

Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.

Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,

I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.

But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,

I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.

I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.

You might takTo The Beautiful You6 months ago in Free Verse

BeautifulYou are beautiful.

No matter what.

And in every single way.

So don't believe what others say.

They don't know the real you.

And if they did,

Then they wouldn't say it in the first place.

No one can be you,

No one can go through what you have been through.

You are beautiful.

In your own way.

No one can compare to you.

And no one should even try.

Those who say you're not beautiful,

Don't know what their missing.

So don't worry.

You're not alone.

And you won't be for very long. Beautiful2 years ago in Free Verse

She was BeautifulWe have a daughter
called poetry—

quiet with little fuss—

looking up
& molding us as god.

Her small verbs
span indifferent cities,

aloof mountain ranges,

& the hours of
blank faced clocks
between sunrises.

She knows there are
worse things than dark—

the black waters of the mind
are scarier.

We have created her
from love,
pressed & dried bouquets
& willow sticks—
things only we
could make a life from.

One day we'll wake up
as different people
but the magic
of a shared procreation
will keep us tied—

wanting to see each other's
newly patchworked faces.

We have a daughter
called poetry—She was Beautiful2 years ago in Free Verse

My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:

We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...

Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force

And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivanceMy Beautiful Filth9 months ago in Free Verse

Imperfectly Beautiful.

Perfection.
It is something that is never achieved.
People are insecure, and go out of their way for it.
They should know they are all being deceived,
Because even if something is imperfect it still is beautiful. Imperfectly Beautiful.11 months ago in Free Verse

Look at me Beautiful
And tell me how you feel
I know it hurts
I know it tears you up inside
To be unwanted
And tossed aside
So many questions
So many emotions
Running through you Beautiful

With every step you take
Your smile grows bigger
Until you miss a step
And you fall
You fall and everything shatters again
But Beautiful
Listen to me when I say
You've got to look
An watch your path ahead
Any wrong move
Might make you fall again

Look at me Beautiful
And show me how you've grown
Have the tears stopped
Do your dimples show
Are your scars now paled
By the brightness of your smile

Look at yourself now Beautiful
And sBeautiful8 years ago in Free Verse

BeautifulShe sliced into her skin, tears streaming down her face. She looked up at her ceiling, covered in glow-in-the-dark stars. She marveled at them, then looked down at her butchered thighs and wrists. She heard the door creak open, and saw him come in. His eyes widened, taking how she was covered in her own blood, still holding the box cutter. She fell to her side and lay bleeding on the carpet. He rushed over to her and gathered her in his lap, still sitting on the floor. She gave a weak smile up to him and asked:
"Am I beautiful yet?"Beautiful9 years ago in Free Verse

Beautiful Ruin3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Life is Beautiful2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Such Beautiful PeopleSuch Beautiful People:

Beautiful people, you see and believe
But don't you know that they are rife with disease?
Little maggots, that crawl in their flesh
They walk around with a hole in their chest.

They try to pull you, they push you to be
They make a horror; now it's staring at me!
Abomination in the mirror you see
Are you so sick, that you cannot believe?

Oh! These beautiful people, they make you believe,
But you don't want to catch their horrid disease
Little maggots that crawl in their flesh
You hear the lies on their putrid breath.

Now! They tell you how to live and how you should be
But they're ones who will never be freSuch Beautiful People1 year ago in Free Verse

BeautifulWhen I see you feeling so empty,
I just want to hold you close to me,
Wipe those tears of fear from your eyes,
Wishing you could see your beauty.

Its clear to me that you're hurting,
A thought that tortures me inside.
I long to take away your pain ,
But that request has been denied.

I'll stand by your side forever,
Till death tears me away from you,
I'd never leave you willingly,
My love will always remain true.

Give me your sorrow, pain, and fear,
I would gladly bear them for you,
One like you does not deserve them,
In sympathy my heart bleeds too.

Listen to me and please believe,
You're beautiful as none can be,
IncalcuablBeautiful10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The BeautifulThe beautiful girls
Shed the weight of their world
Diminishing slowly
As they shrink from the light
The beautiful boys
Hide the pain in their eyes
Fading from view
As their skin becomes tight
The beautiful souls
With impossible goals
Told by the world
That they weren't good enough
The beautiful lives
Destroyed by the lies
Starving to the death
For the promise of loveThe Beautiful7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Moment is BeautifulEvery moment we live and breathe,
We have the chance to open our eyes and see,
Things...a little differently,
Than we ever have before
And every moment, if we take the time,
We can discover what it means to be alive,
We find all the answers that we hide inside...

Life is accepting, it can never be denied...!

And the moment is beautiful...!
We live and learn,
We laugh and love,
Sometimes we stand alone,
But we always rise above...!
The moment is beautiful...!
Spinning around,
In anticipation,
Every heartbeat,
Is exhilaration...!

Because the moment is beautiful...

Every time we take the chance,
To take a stranger by the hanThe Moment is Beautiful3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

My Beautiful Disaster

STOP! Before you read this fanfiction you should listen to Kelly Clarksons song Beautiful Disaster.  It will make this story SOO much better! =D

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*

Title: Beautiful Disaster

Pairings: Sebastian/Ciel (yaoi)

Rating:  T / Pg-13

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance

Summary: I am a demon and my life revolves around devouring souls. However, soon I start to serve under a young boy, who not only smells like heaven and sin combined, but has the most broken soul that is the most beautiful disaster.

Timeline: Actual universe.  Also knoMy Beautiful Disaster2 years ago in Short Stories

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