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[circe-poetica]

I am beautiful,

Bountiful, cheerful but not at all careful,

Also fatal, awful, dreadful, because

Failure finds forever

A way to fill the leaks, so

I am not balanced,

A perfectly ordered system,

Yet I will always be

A wonderful escape to other dimensions

[tempestuous09]

Addict

Soft sickly thoughts massaged my soul smoothly

Pain only numbs pain.

You’re the worst addiction I could ever have

But I try to outsmart you.

Those (red) apples scare doctors

Who outlook the (blood splatters.)

(You, I can't) blame when the world

Plays the games of (flattery) and hiding

I (even) drowned (with)in (the pretty blue)

But everyone saw

Nothing wrong in one pretty (flower)

That is you

Your words were my addiction.

(I played with fire,)

I played with (pain,)

I played with you, no one

And I’m trying my best to quit you, but

It's impossible when you’re just (dangling the lighter) in my face

But now that I'm gone

(Does) the pain last?

Or did you smile at (it) , my pain

Not (even) one of the allegations (matter)

Like the three bloody blades

Fresh on (my skin,)

They're as (tattered) as a beggar's

The blue tore (my clothes)

(Aren't) beautiful anymore

Not (flattered)

(You have always made me feel like the) mentally sick, (mad)

You wanted me to be a (hatter)

Make you something that you'll cherish but won't credit me for

But you and I

Though (I) am dead and you're alive

(Know that beauty platters shatter)

(My) world

(Inside) yesterday's closet

Inide yesterday's (story)

(Always) Forgetten, unforgotten

(Of splatter)

*

This was a story of a cutter.

There is a hidden, rhyming poem, bracketed and coloured.

[euesworld]

Welcome to the first week of @euesworld ‘s #EUESCHALLENGE: Sunday Dec. 30th - Friday Jan. 4th at 5 pm PST. You can search the tag #challenge at any time throughout the week to find the current challenge - from the top of my page, and don't forget to tag your pieces #EUESCHALLENGE without the # sign, that means tag, if you want your stuff seen..

Helloooh everyone!! We're here at the poetry hall of fame.. and I am DJ Eunique.. at the station that slaps your eyepatch off with eye-popping poetry from the beautiful minds of anyone that would like to submit. Thanks for tuning in.. as we had to change channels due to a disagreement between Rhapsody and I over at PoetryPortal. Now for your challenge.. tell them what they get Johnny!!

*in the voice of Johnny* Behind curtain number one.. I want you to write any poem you like.. *chuckles* except I want you to begin it with, “I am beautiful..” in the middle of it, I want you to write, “I am not,” and end it with, “yet I will always be.” Pretty simple.

Behind curtain number two, *chuckles* we have the BADASS hidden.. to be a badass, you need to color code the way I have behind these curtains, and use the triple alliteration, “failure finds forever,” and presto.. you are a badass.

“I am beautiful, fruitful, if dutiful.. failure finds forever, a sign that I am not fully together.. but I am a sea of blissful me, sinful, yet I will always be.” My BADASS example - Eue

That wasn't so hard this week, now was it? It wouldn't be called #EUESCHALLENGE if it wasn't challenging.. I would have named it something else, haha. I hope you guys and girls have fun this week.. cause my eyepatch keeps falling off and I need to blame it on something else besides the fact that I bought it at Dollar Tree.. so get those submissions in!! Now write!! Why aren't you writing yet? Why are you still reading this? Wtf man?!? I said write, not read.. ok, ok, I'm done. *eyepatch falls off*

*WARNING: Wicked Poetry may be included.. read at your own risk.

@praggya1993 , @jmsapphire , @peaceandpono , @uninhibitedmatters , and @poemsbitches - Let everyone know the challenge is still on..

[praggya1993]

I am beautiful

Even when I laugh

Without a mote of happiness

Swirling in my core

Just an assortment of

Aching, crinkled creases

Upon the skin of muscles so sore

I am beautiful

Even when I reminisce about

Faded dreams and unforgettable goodbyes

With a glazed, distant look in my eyes

And when I long to recognize

The one who stares back at me

When I look in the mirror

And pine to see who I once was

I might think during these times

That I am not

Someone to be proud of

Yet the very fact

That I'm able to struggle, fight

And seek courage to survive

Even when the days get colder and colder

And I wish to hide beneath warm delusion

All the time

Coerces me to define myself as beautiful

While trying to register the eternal truth

That failure finds forever

In my mind

[dorky-space-angel]

A Drag, A Drag

Ten, Nine..

Can't (find my) mind...

Seem to be losing (time,)

Tar builds up (inside),

Blood red starts to bind,

Not even (one) of a (kind),

Should leave this all behind.

.

Eight, Seven

No vision (of heaven.)

Bread (left) unleavened.

Family moved (from) Devon,

Carving up French Chevon,

Not once did I question,

Never once learnt (my) lesson.

.

Six, Five

Nowhere left to hide,

Had enough, I cried,

In the black (pain), I strive.

Next batch (ready) to arrive.

I just need (to) survive...

Left too long to (revive.)

.

Four, Three

Little left to (see).

With soft sickly beliefs,

Massaging (my energy),

Smoothly, I let it (be),

Now I can never be (free,)

.

Two, One

Feelings weigh a tonne...

I should (be) dead, (gone.)

Staring into the sun,

(The ending) has begun.

I (called) out (for) anyone,

But soon, (I) was overrun...

[peaceandpono-blog]

I can only love you if you let me

I am beautiful 

I am smart 

but I can only love you if you let me

I am not your enemy 

I am not against you

but I can only love you if you let me

you push me away

yet I will always be your lover

but I can only love you if you let me

[uninhibitedmatters]

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I am beautiful to myself in ways others would claim delusional. The girl staring back at me in the mirror makes me feel powerful……credible, justifiable, rational. I am not what others expect to see, especially deep down under in the layers of me. Failure finds forever a way to remove most pleasure. My heart gets severed, scarred in ways unimaginable, and yet I will always be.

[dariusblake]

So Poetry huh?

If Life were a Comic, I'd not be Bruce Wayne.

I'd not be Clark Kent, saving Lois Lane.

I know I'm no hero, that much is clear.

I think that instead, I'd rather switch gear

Should life be a story, I think you'd find me

Sat up in lab, my mind running free.

Superheroes need Villains, so I'd give them a fight.

Supervillainous, Insidious; that suits me alright.

I'm not willing out morals, I am not insane.

It's just thoughts of being bad scratch an itch in my brain.

I'm not truly evil, but don't push it too far...

Superheroes aren't real... but Villains are