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Unbeautiful Things
Write an ode to ugly things. A story or poetry. Tag me on your work, I'm excited to see what you come up with!
Ended June 14, 2021 • 10 Entries • Created by elise_sakura
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Unbeautiful Things
Write an ode to ugly things. A story or poetry. Tag me on your work, I'm excited to see what you come up with!
Cover image for post GRAFFITI - IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER, by sandflea68
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GRAFFITI - IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER

Flourishes of color

blotches of paint

synchronized twins

streaks like tears

spotted wings

unnoticed strokes

spatters of sorrow

messages ignored

eyewitness grimaces

ugly in his eyes

but I can

only

see beauty

and meaning.

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Unbeautiful Things
Write an ode to ugly things. A story or poetry. Tag me on your work, I'm excited to see what you come up with!
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isabellagracee

let it out

pain isn't pretty,

when the phone rings with bad news, there is no beautiful anymore,

you cry until your face is red and blotchy,

dishes go unwashed, trash litters the floor,

you've worn the same shirt the entire week, and your hair needs a proper wash,

yet you stay in bed, hoping this is all a bad dream, it's not

sometimes tragedy is unavoidable, and it's ugly,

and that's okay,

grief isn't always funeral, flowers, then you part your ways,

it can stick like molasses,

because something, someone isn't there anymore,

so don't avoid the inevitable, let it out

cry tears until there aren't any left,

until snot dribbles from your nose, your eyes feel like the desert, and your cheeks look like they got a bad sunburn,

cry those ugly tears,

-it's not pretty, but you're surviving

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Unbeautiful Things
Write an ode to ugly things. A story or poetry. Tag me on your work, I'm excited to see what you come up with!
batmaninwuhan

oh, this is NOT a ‘what you see in the mirror’ challenge?!

shall i compare thee,

to a crowded bus?

with tired eyes,

and shopping bags,

and dripping umbrellas,

upon the muddy plastic flooring.

and clink-clanking joints,

protesting the unevenness of the road.

should i compare you,

to a leftover fruit?

a month-old durian,

still in plastic tray,

no one dares to take the thing out.

an overripe banana,

forgotten in a bag during,

the hot august.

the moldy strawberries,

that hint of summer grass, growing,

on brown earth.

may i compare you to a math lesson?

with thought out plans,

that don’t excite,

a trashy sort of art, it is, algebra.

you never get what you are supposed to,

by mis- calculation,

or the fact that ,

there never was a true answer.

to call it goobldygoop,

sounds like sterotyping.

and i dont want that.

might i compare you to,

an ill- prepared box of instant noodles?

not nourishing, not appetizing,

a shame, a failure,

you couldn’t even do that right!

you couldn’t even do that right!

would it surprise you to hear me compare,

you to a three-legged turtle?

soon to lose another,

as the kids show no mercy ,

at the petting zoo.

dripping slime,

in brown water, swim.

do i have to point out the resemblance,

uncanny even, errie,

between you and Donald Trump’s hairpiece?

same texture, or so i imagine,

same usage, same color,

same contribution to general appearance.

must it be said, spelled out,

that you are as exciting to be around,

as a 50′s sex-ed film,

seen not for sarcasem, but for education?

or perhaps an 8-hr documentary,

about rocks.

need i mention the similarities,

between you,

and Scott Bakula,

who sets the gold standard,

for bad acting as a Star-Trek captain,

even besting Shatner!

or perhaps your talent, is akin to,

the abominable rod stewart ,

who will not be capitalized,

out of respect to the fallen heroes.

ought we discuss the equivalency,

between you and any award ceremony,

celebrating something awful;

the daytime Emmies,

the MTVs?

all those cameras, pointing at hollowness?

and some kind of 5$ trophy.

it’s just you.

oh, would that you let me share,

how i think you are,

as close to a visual representation ,

of the emotion called loathing,

as any other thing.

you awful, awful thing.

i will just heapsome adjectives now,

for your enlightenment,

they best illustrate,

my objective thoughts towards you:

corrupt,

tedious,

rancid,

garish,

gruelling,

sessile,

malignant,

artificial,

superficial,

poor,

pathetic,

constipated,

vacuous,

viscous,

burnt out,

deformed,

crippled,

bigotted,

macabre,

witless,

pretenteous,

poisonous,

hazardous,

gelatenous,

cretenous,

deplorable,

atrocious,

inconsistant,

self-indulgent,

shameful,

polluted,

foul,

murky,

tone-deaf,

illegitimate,

spoiled,

narrow-minded,

fractured,

insulated,

myopic,

ruined,

brain-dead,

mouth-breathing,

drooling,

idiotic,

and cumbersom.

there are many more, but you would have gotten the gist, if you were someone else.

but you are not.

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Unbeautiful Things
Write an ode to ugly things. A story or poetry. Tag me on your work, I'm excited to see what you come up with!
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kjbaum

Horrified

Fights over skin,

Fights over knowledge,

Bullies,

Robbers,

Those who don't respect.

Taking from others to feed greed,

Breaking spirits to throw away jealousy,

Expecting to see your ideas respected and praised, when yet you don't praise others.

And the abandonment of a house once grand,

The torture of a dog just because they ran,

Those who wish to escape,

The world which we know,

Humans who grow thin,

Wars that are fought within,

Those who let their children sit on a screen for years,

Those who let them bike on a main road without safety,

Horses underfed,

Guns fired,

Knives stabbed,

Screams,

Moans,

The world at its end,

None show beauty,

Because they are each truly ugly.

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Unbeautiful Things
Write an ode to ugly things. A story or poetry. Tag me on your work, I'm excited to see what you come up with!
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thisisit

we are left

have you ever reached out

when you’re drunk

unsure if the invitation

to initiate contact

was a dream a farce or a random text

that wasn’t meant

for you to actually send

and do people want

reconnecting

after what we’ve been through

left on read

a ruse a fallacy a year of disillusion

and after a year of disease

are people wrapping up emotion

towards those they haven’t seen

moving on

is such an unbeautiful thing

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Unbeautiful Things
Write an ode to ugly things. A story or poetry. Tag me on your work, I'm excited to see what you come up with!
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Polkadaughter

Unbeautiful

I look in the water

A pretty princess

But my mind

Ripples the water

Causing everything to look less and less than I wish I were

Times I wish I were her

My wings are becoming numb

Too high in the sky

Running away from my problems

Living in my head

Living in a fantasy

Music dancing demons

Stuck there, tapping their tiny feet

Playing the brain’s games

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Unbeautiful Things
Write an ode to ugly things. A story or poetry. Tag me on your work, I'm excited to see what you come up with!
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T_T_Shoes

Undeveloped

A hard shell, bumpy and rough.

White and pale, cold to the touch. Through a crack, an eye appears.

Soft and moist, not ready, dripping tears.

Skin soft, untested, untouched.

Waiting, wanting, to be loved.

Hidden from the world, sensitive nerves

Wet, still, from birth it serves

Seeking sun, seeking sight.

Ugly because it was sheltered from light

Doesn't know what to do.

It never had a chance to be loved by you.

As time goes on, chances missed

Not knowing for what it had wished

Never will it live again

Only here to endure its pain.

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Unbeautiful Things
Write an ode to ugly things. A story or poetry. Tag me on your work, I'm excited to see what you come up with!
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WriterinVA

Skin Deep

Her beauty was mesmerizing

Icy blue eyes

Perfectly done up blonde hair

Applied make up that made her look like a magazine cover

Flawless skin

Long legs, a model's body

A swagger that beckons

Gorgeous smile, that never touched her eyes

Awestruck by her visage

Memorable she should be

But looks don't define the person

Beauty doesn't make the queen

Words that cut

Attitude that isolates

Oblivious to others

Vapid in thought

Like everyone else, she only sees her

Cold heart

Empty soul

Ugly she is to me