My

Just something I scribbled, not much of a poem.

My hair is red and wild, a puff upon pale skin

                         that never fails to catch someone off guard.

 

My blue eyes

            lie and seek truth.

 

My lips deserved to be kissed

                 but are bitten in lonesome frustration.

 

My fingers are slim and feel broken,

            yet so strong while typing.

 

My arms are weak,

              freckled and unsure of finding comfort.

 

My legs have often been unnoticed to me, 

               just moving sticks that glide me through each pace.

 

My toes, long and boney are my roots,

          my centering of Earth and connecting to history.

 

My skin and veins are a map of pain,

             marked and scarred with razor blades.

 

My beauty, is

      my beauty set apart from me.

Reviews

[trainwreck]

Pretty cool write. I love the way you made your comparisons.

[violet michelle]

"My skin and veins are a map of pain, marked and scarred with razor blades."

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

I think this is poetry. I rather enjoyed this piece. Beautifully written. Great write

[Aleyah]

this is awesome :) I really like the way your wrote this, the last two lines are beautiful. Great piece!

[Atosa]

It feels like this poems starts out as bold,
and then it progresses into...a sort of sadness I guess.
I like it.

[violet michelle]

beautiful, you have an amazing way with words

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

I like it its blue and beautiful good job

[Celeste21]

There is deep melancholy in this poem. Especially when you said your lips yearned to be kissed, your beauty stands a part of you instead of within you, and the arms marked by razor blades. There also is a longing it seems for someone to comfort you and be there for you when you feel weak... I hope you find what your heart yearns for.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The repetition is bold, the flow is easy and keeps the reader engaged, wel done good read.