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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[Suzanne C. Suber]

Beautiful!!! So much insight for your age! Suzanne

[Jason Scott Rogers]

A beautiful work of art. You definetly have a future in this if you continue this seriously. The overall complexity of it all in such a simple title makes it all that much more amazing to read. 5 stars! It just all makes sense. Cheers! =)

[Leah Simone]

Sometimes we are left with hidden skepticism when someone says we are beautiful and sees us in a way we simply can't see ourselves - a self we under appreciate and constantly find ways to hate - this was lovingly penned and I hope you will begin to see yourself in a new light under this warm glow your angel casts- Leah

[Luke Brooks]

"The world's rebirth at winter's death,
Or a splash of warmth from fire's breath."
Amazing lines.
Really beautiful.

The title and the theme of the poem go perfectly.
"What a beautiful eyesore" is genius.

Sometimes imperfections are what define beauty.
If I love someone for who they are, and imperfections are what make us who we are, then I guess that means I love them for their imprefections.

So much real, raw, beautiful emotion just spills from this poem.
It really is great.
Be proud of this one it's good.

[E. J. Gette]

I agree with most. Again you have shown that age makes no difference when putting pen to paper- so to speak.
You shed your feelings with no restraint, and that is what makes your writing not only good, but YOURS!

[Steven Silvey]

"What a Beautiful Eyesore"

You had me hooked from the title on. Great story you told with this'n.

[Ilene M.W. Lush]

this is a beautiful poem. and i agree with johnny, mature. with pieces like this certain 'rules' just don't matter.

i understand the content of this piece well.

thank you
i

[Memnoch]

I only saw one mistake. In the second stanza the word "Yous" in the third sentence. There is no such word as yous. The rest of the poem flowed like wine. I drifted off in your lovely words of beauty, and was brought back to earth at poems end.So many people feel this way when called Beautiful, like its a curse? Well Holly thanks for sharring such a great peace of work.
Kelley Frost

[Johnny]

pure and honest.. i like what you wrote here___________


there is nothing more stimulating than the fire of love's truer honesty, yes .....

you are more mature than the 15 yrs of your experience....

i was impressed...

good for you,

take care