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beautiful creature [spoken word poetry]


(uhhh idfk but here’s an absolutely terrible first actual attempt at spoken word poetry bc my rationality is severely dysfunctional ooft. sorry if i sound very weird. and talk very bad. i’m not exactly radio voice material but i tried?? i sound so annoyingly manic here that’s because i am and no one’s probably gonna listen to this so what am i even making excuses up for. this is far from my usual content but 2020’s a year of trying dumb regrettable shit i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)


beautiful creature

i am jealous of you,

beautiful, tiny, skinny creature.

beautiful, tiny, skinny, pretty

do you not know how it feels

to be so frustratingly jealous of you?

perhaps you do.

perhaps you wrap a ribbon around

your waist and your wrists and grab both ends and pull hard—

until your organs start to embrace each other

and the lack of blood makes your cheeks glow

beautiful, tiny, skinny creature

so pretty, perhaps each freckle on

your perfectly angled nose is mirrored

from every constellation in the sky

and your smile never grows crooked

because you practice in front of the mirror everyday,

lifting each corner delicately until the wind fixes it

into that permanent, enchanting look

beautiful, tiny, skinny creature

watch how they so adore you,

an undivided attention filled only with

wish-i-was and want-to-be’s and maybe-if-i…

but i will never be

you. beautiful, tiny, skinny creature

i pull at my ribbons until my veins start to show

but it snaps in half and flies back to my face; oh, my face,

whose spots reflect the craters in the dark side of the moon

and every time i try to smile, it’s a lunar eclipse

“witchcraft!” they call it

but which one am i?

beautiful, tiny, skinny creature

beautiful, tiny, skinny, pretty

our monsters are the same,

but why do yours look so

god damn beautiful?

when you speak, it hurts

and when i listen, it hurts even more

you can’t talk to yourself like that,

beautiful, tiny, skinny creature

there is someone out there who will

willingly ask for all your monsters

i’ll make them behave, i’ll take care of them, i promise

and you’ll still be beautiful

and tiny, and skinny, and pretty

and i’ll have more monsters

but i will still be

me.

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youthful

your face

may have aged

but dear,

your smile remains

timeless.

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The Smiling Man

And I just can’t look, it’s killing me and taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay, destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes, ’cause I’m Mr. Brightside…

~*~

there’s a man with a distinctive smile

etched on his face; a sneer that was

chiseled in by a thousand contorted

facial muscles, until all the wrinkles

deepened and the fault lines became

permanent highways leading nowhere

.

but past his craggy visage; his crooked

nose, his ears that stuck out a bit, and his

eyebrows that arch high on his forehead,

only his eyes are in ever perpetual change

sometimes glinting blue, sometimes a dull

grey, sometimes electric green, sometimes

verdant brown, but never black nor white

.

and that smiling man—with the lips so thin

that one would wonder if they were drawn

on with a graphite pencil—sometimes when

time is at a standstill and the entire planet

ceases its rotation, his rugged countenance

smoothens out, his crooked nose straightens,

his ears lie flatter, his condescending brows

fall down a notch or two, and his eyes lose

their chromatic spectrum, flickering away…

and sometimes, if the universe feels truly

unlucky, they might just see him frown.

~*~

I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?

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[Scar][let]

angry scarlet

constellations

on my visage

i wish sorely

to simply pop

but if they are

because of you

i’ll treat each

one as a pretty

crimson star

so that i would

never have to

vain to stop.

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Débutantes & Surgery

Next is a trip to the, the ladies’ room in vain
And I bet you just can’t keep up with
With fashionistas
And tonight, tonight, you are, you are
A whispering campaign
I bet to them your name is cheap
I bet to them you look like sh—

~*~

Bleeding blackest dirt from my severed red veins

Bruises and burst capillaries, tainted bodily stains

Cold cuts butchered from me, trace my anatomy

Contusion and confusion, broken lines in Sharpie

Slice open my skin, expose the deformities within

Serrated scalpels, sewn stitches, so I’d look prim

Gory for glory, inhaling gasses of coldest ember

God’s own image is imperfect, return to sender

Impetuous, callous, welcome to indestructible humanity

Illicit expenditures, the surgical anaesthetic of society

Layered patchwork, labour procedure of natural beauty

Lustrous shade of formaldehyde and botulinum toxicity

Reconstructing, repairing, reinserting rose-tinted lenses

Ramshackle Frankenstein, short repose for all expenses

Plastic barbie heads swathed thick with poison makeup

Plinths of muscle and excess fat filled up to the very cup

Emergency room is losing fast all of its opened vacancies

Exalting for the wicked egos and more expensive vagaries

Manufactured miracles of their moonlighted personalities

Malocclusion of smiles, mad misanthropes for the masses

A sad reality where faux immaculateness is sold by the millions

Abnormal normalcy, appearances incite riots in formal pavilions

Doctors no longer to heal, yet to defy design of decent humanity

Degrade further, a round of applause for our superficial insipidity.

~*~

I’m the new cancer, never looked better
You can’t stand it, because you say so
Under your breath, you’re reading lips
“When did he get so confident?”
Haven’t you heard that I’m the new cancer
Never looked better and, you can’t stand it…

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Little Blue Butterfly

Little blue butterfly

Dancing in the pink skies

Past the green lands grassy

Aren’t you just very pretty?

.

Little blue butterfly

Now don’t you dare cry

For beauty is your grace

Adding colour to our days

.

Little blue butterfly

All you ever do is try

Flutter against the cold rain

Fight against the harsh pain

.

Little blue butterfly

Why do you sadly sigh?

All the sweet nectar is gone

Chromatic flowers wilted on

.

Little blue butterfly

Why do you still lie?

Try to exude hope as you fly

But truth is…

Don’t you just want to curl up and die?

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De Haut En Bas

Gentleman in a sophisticated suit of the most exquisite tastes and aesthetic

Fastidious from your hat to your leather shoes, refined with every thread and stitch

With your ravishing habiliments, one look might indicate your manners easily

Pleasant, confident, cavalier, polite, a proclaimed gentleman of this era, truly

.

But in the end, my dearest chap, it was never the suit that made the man

Because behind those pinstripes hid a supercilious, arrogant, ill-bred, useless scum

If you’re hideous to your very soul, then what use is the beauty of your garments so fine?

Because strip away your dashing suit, and what are you, but a disgusting creature lower than swine?

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