What A Beautiful Eyesore

My heart and soul for a year, it means a lot, it's the most honest thing I've ever written.

 

A cold December evening,

Some time not too long ago

We layed together as we always had

Wrapped in each other's loving arms.

You say into my weary eyes, "You are truly beautiful,

As wonderous as the east at dawn,

The world's rebirth at winter's death,

Or a splash of warmth from fire's breath.

You're beautiful, and I love you."
I dive into your emerald eyes,

And with every ounce of strength, reply:

"I am beautiful,

As beautiful as an ember's ash,

Cracked and broken autumn leaves,

Feigned, fake smiles we hope to achieve

Or love we choose to disbelieve.

Oh yes, my dear, I am beautiful."

 

It seems I am forever captured

In a whirlwind of his warm embrace,

In torrents of I love yous,

And brushes with my own self hate.

He speaks to me in foreign tongues

When he speaks of such beautiful things

And says that I am equal.

To what do I owe the mercy he brings?
For he is an angel

With muscular wings,

Joyously graceful with every stride;

I do not deserve to be by his side.

 

Peering into my reflection,

I smudge away a cosmetic catastrophe

That mask the way I truly am.

An icy stare into my own eyes

Had once spoken painful words,

"What an eyesore".

Awakened tears from endless cries

Sprung forth once more from woeful eyes.

What a beautiful eyesore.

 

On the cold December night

Some time not too long ago,

I introduced you to my demons

And reaquainted with myself.

You believe that I am beautiful.

When fathoms of sorrow swirl in my eyes,

When my body is reaped, when my soul is maimed,

You dare speak the words that you love me the same?
And to what do I owe such mercy and grace?
What might compel you to pity me so

For you are an angel

With wings that fly low.

I will never know what it is that you see

That might make you think I am beautiful.

And our fate is unsolved, unresolved,

But to see through your eyes might set my soul free.

That you might love a beautiful eyesore like me.

Reviews

[Marc Mccune]

Holly,
this is excellent! You have a way with words...using the right ones in the right places.

"Peering into my reflection,
I smudge away a cosmetic catastrophe
That mask the way I truly am.
An icy stare into my own eyes
Had once spoken painful words:
"What an eyesore."
Awakened tears from endless cries
Sprung forth once more from woeful eyes.
What a beautiful eyesore."

This stanza could stand alone. Though the complete poem is equally well written.

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[THE BLACK SEAL]

so young and so good with words. i will wait to see you famous some day.

[Angela Talbert]

This was absolutly beautiful. My favorite was the way you contradicted what we all thought you would say next in the first part : And with every ounce of strength, reply:
"I am beautiful,
Such an interesting and engaging piece.
As beautiful as an ember's ash,
Cracked and broken autumn leaves,
Feigned, fake smiles we hope to achieve,
Or love we choose to disbelieve.
Oh yes, my dear, I am beautiful."
Wow. You're how old? This is wonderful.

[Troy Baham Jr.]

yeah the title is what really drew me in and i wasn't disappointed. my eyebrows raised during the first stanza and my they didn't go back down until i was finished reading.

As wonderous as the east at dawn,
The world's rebirth at winter's death,
Or a splash of warmth from fire's breath.

It seems I am forever captured
In a whirlwind of his warm embrace,
In torrents of I love yous,
And brushes with my own self-hate.
He speaks to me in foreign tongues
When he speaks of such beautiful things
And says that I am equal.
And to what do I owe the mercy he brings?

you have quite the way with words. i was honestly impressed.

[Clavus]

Holly, this is brilliant. I try to not copy and past lines as I'm reviewing but I must say that these two: "When my body is reaped, when my soul is maimed,
You dare speak the words that you love me the same? "

are so incredible, it actually halted my reading of it and I had to read it over and again in amazement as to its creation. Your title choice and usage in the poem is perfect--it hooks the reader in its uniqueness and the placement in the poem gives such an excellent meaning. You told a story here, which I enjoy in poetry, and you did it artfully. This is a favorite.

[Adam Glen]

this is the first poem by you that I have read and i have to say that I am impressed. I haven't seen a lot of people (outside of this site) who display this much talent and feeling in poetry. You have a good soul for writing.

[Nathan Strange]

This reminds me of wordsworth, great poem. I think it's a problem that alot of girls have and hearing a fella telling them they're imagining it (which they usually are), resoves the problem entirely. I loved 'cosmetic catastrophe', I might have to steal that one myself lol. Keep posting, this was truly great.

[Adela Muresan]

It�s a great poem ,but � I just don�t like the idea of her getting so sentimental after some guy tells her that she is beautiful and that ,, he loves her ,,. But after all that�s what romance is about right?

Cheers!

[Matthew]

This is a beautiful piece. I look forward to reading more from you!

[None]

Wow this is really really great. It's full of feeling and is briliantly written to hold the attention of the reader ^_^ well done (I also know what its like to be a younger writer) definatly a good piece :)

[Michelle Legault]

Well, first, Holly dear, I love the title. The contradiction within the words really hooked me. Second, the insight and imagery was absolutely astounding; "the world's rebirth at winter's death, Or a splash of warmth from fire's breath..." remarkable. I also like your use of alliteration in the third stanza: "I smudge away a cosmetic catastrophe..." Basically, I love this poem. It's going in my library:)

PS. This is for Russell right? Gosh he's lucky:)