๐ŸŒนPretty Flawed

Dazzling, sparkling, shining silver,

Empty but a torrent, a reflective shining blizzard,

An image there, startled, scared,

Buckling unheard under a weight it cannot bear.

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For when was a rose

Spawned without its thorns

The shimmer of beauty

Never came without a cost.

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For that glinting lock is far too straight

Perhaps a curl could lend it grace,

If only her eyes were large and clear,

Maybe then she could have learned to love her face.

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Perhaps these clothes could hide the weight,

When was the last time that she ate?

Shoulders back, chin up, always sit upright,

Perfect hair, donโ€™t stare, donโ€™t forget to smile.

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For they said she is imperfect and imperfect is she,

They pointed out her flaws and said she wasnโ€™t pretty,

So she changed everything about herself to feel happy,

But tell me, after losing herself, who really could be?

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She wore a mask of paint and dust

And hid behind it all day,

And hated what she saw beneath,

When it fell away.

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Such violent, vicious, crippling hate

The kind that hurts and begins to callously decay,

A rosebush has roots, ones that keep it up straight,

But all the hurt and pain caused hers to slowly fade.

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All the ones that love and care,

The sun, the sea, the land, the air,

Can help to heal you, but still

If you donโ€™t hold yourself up, who will?

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Learn to love that which you see

Beauty is not always what the eye doth meet,

Inside and outside, itโ€™s a package deal

But never lose touch with reality.

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Be the one you want to be,

Love yourself, indiscriminately,

Like a rose with all its thorns,

Pretty with all her imperfections and flaws.

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ARSHIA VORA

๐ŸŒฑ STAR

Celebrating four years of arshiavora.com ๐Ÿ™‚

Sapling Plantation - Aster RV Hospital

An oppressive blanket of darkness

Stretching for miles and miles at end

Heavy, crushing, weighing down

A silence stretching all around.

A tiny soft and delicate seed

Dainty and weak, fueled by need

Life was never easy.

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A push and a shake

Strength, behind the quake

A weakness in the defence

An army sent to hell

Dirt scatters all around

But nobody there shouts

No whistles or applause

It rises from the ground

Delicate, but proud

In morning sunlight’s glory,

A star begins it’s story.

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ARSHIA VORA

๐Ÿ‘คWhen Nobody Believes You

 
Arshia Vora

When nobody believes you

Is your story even true?

When nobody believes you

What are you supposed to do?


Like the tree that fell

But you didn’t hear its sound,

Even if you’re screaming

Are you really that loud?


A fable changed by a thousand revisions

A story tamed for hint of rebellion

A lack in trust if the going gets tough

Reality diminished behind facade.


But running through the hallway which never ends

Ragged and heaving, shouting in defense

Will not scrape away the cobwebs of their tale

A single boat straining against a scarlet lake.


When nobody believes you, you are all alone

A single ember lighting up the ruins of a hope.

When nobody believes you, do not give up the fight,

The veil will shift, the clouds will part, the truth will come to light.

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ARSHIA VORA

๐ŸŽ‡New Year

New Year Fireworks, Harbour Bridge -AV

It’s the beginning of a chapter,

What’s written has been writ

But the fresh, blank paper

Has not a blot of ink on it.

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A rose white page

A filled, black pen

You’ve written the beginning

Now continue with the end.

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Hey! Here’s a 3 month late New Years poem that I did write around the right time, but couldn’t publish. Now the rest of my exams have been postponed due to the virus, here’s my (very delayed) first post of 2020, ‘New Year’.

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ARSHIA VORA