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They say myths and legends are old tale from forgotten times where time ails but myths are not forgotten it least not by the young We hear old legends of Athena and Hera
I want to waste The rest of my days Alone. With my drugs and my tears And my delusions. In a room full of mirrors.
Dear reflection, I am the lone sparrow that glides through the dead forest, I am mute but yet I still speak. A mockingbird that's tune falls on deaf ears.
Dear You, I ask wholeheartedly, If I were to die today, Who might miss me? No, not those in my immediate heart, But what of those who knew my soul?
He tells me lies, but shows the truth. I ask him what he thinks somewhere hiding near a wall I whisper Who's the fairest of them all? Your toxic glass draws me in
Once upon a time there was a prince, Ever dwelling amidst despondency and rage, Those breeding his soul for persecution, and since It dug its way into his chest, against his heart war will wage.
America, Americathe land of the freeAmerica the beautifulbuilt on bravery But are we as boundlessas we claim to be?
Paper dolls delicately scatter across the plains. Their grace and poise burdened for my name. Either they sneered or talked with me seeing, Because they did a pretty lousy job for me not to glance away.
My Vanity, Is turning to extremity. I'd say its a necessity. The best damn part of me, it's like I won the lottery. Of all the insecurities, mine is an impurity. Have you got the cure for me?
You have always puzzled me You seem to be nothing more than a beautiful face With blue, bashful, stormy eyes
I look in my mirror everyday, I always ask "are you ok?" My mirror does not like to talk, only to listen My mirror will never leave me on my mission but what if my mirror is gone? what if I am left all alone?
I always joke about impressions and lie that I don't heed. But when camera snaps goes off, it's the fortieth picture I keep. So there goes my humility. Good-bye shame.
Valor; great courage in the face of danger. virtute magna temeritate in periculo Vanity excessive pride. vanitatem sine superbia
The harshest light is the one, we choose to use to see. The blemish of society has become, a billboard of tragedy. With beauty's definition, now warped in the minds of our youth.
Wheres the god i always wanted i feel like my minds haunted Everytime my eyes wide closed theres a slim chance its open how do you know the grass is green if you aint on the other side
Strip me from my makeup and remove me from my vanity,
To clear all the expectations. All the allegations. All the sensation from a human is to take them... Apart And stitch them into a shell of their former selves Like shiny new trophies in a glass case in hell
Give me that, let me help you. Stop and listen before you dig a hole I can't get you out of.
You're stubborn. No, I'm determined. You're cynical. No, I'm cautious You're a sore loser. No I'm competitive. I can go all day with this
O Muse, take pity one me! For I cannot retell half as well as thee! Daedalus, Daedalus, creator of many the glorious thing, Daedalus, Daedalus, the one who gave Man wing, In Crete, that wretched place,
There’s so much that I don’t see, When all I think about is me. Too preoccupied with my hair, I don’t see a man waiting there, Sitting on the curb, Huddled in the soaking wet. In his hands, a tin can
People today focus on superficial interests They have a focus telling them that Sex is success Wealth is success Vanity is success Popularity is success
Shallow as a puddle of tears blurred lines with black smears no one sees what's underneath no ones seen that girl in years Superficial beauty style overly painted little smile skimpy, short, tight, or fit
Beauty crowds me till I die,
Blinded by your misconception, You're afraid, but still you walk Aimlessly in a new direction, Refusing to admit you're lost Carelessly, you've embarked on this journey
There was a man in the lake Whose good looks were but a fake. But the envy had spread To Narcissus’ head, And he drowned the man in the lake.
I haven't found beauty----I found beauty It isn't in a diamond----It drips off my mascara It isn't in a flower----It colors my lips Maybe it's in your eyes----Maybe only some are born with it
To perm or not to perm-that is the question: Whether it is nobler in the mind to embrace the kink The twist outs, the rollers and the de-tangler
This government’s economy has the vanity of my insanity Givin’ rich kids free rides while they can't even cover my book fee Financial Aid said I'm too rich to be poor
All it took was one shot For you to spiral down the drain ‘Cause though you may have fought You couldn’t evict the pain All it took was one thought For you to decide it was time
What is that shining shimmering there? If I moved but a foot I could know myself. But, would it be truth I saw that thing so rare?
I go to the mall all Alone. Scuffed up sneakers, old blue jeans. Headphones in. This way, I’m like an eagle above the earth, Observing the world from afar. See the young couples holding hands.
Hot combs, creme relaxer Ceramic finish of an iron. Spritz so the style holds. Changes with the decade, but the fascination never gets old. Needles & thread, Packs or bundles 10-20 inches long
The best of morning time is seeing you, Your rich and big chocolate-covered eyes, And that sweet smile that tells nothing but true, That can soften the white clouds of the sky