Pretty 3.0

Make pretty or attractive: "she'll be all prettied up in an hour".

Why do we have to get prettied up? Why cant we be liked for who we are without the makeup and creams and makeovers... Make-to create. Over-to cover up whats underneath.

Adjective:

Attractive in a delicate way without being beautiful.

Sure you're pretty, but you're not BEAUTIFUL. There is 

always something higher that we want after we get what we thought we wanted.

Adverb:

To a moderately high degree; fairly: "He looked pretty fit for his age".

So for your age you have to look a certain way? "Young Looking" is the best?

Noun:

An attractive thing, typically a pleasing but unnecessary accessory:

 "He buys her lots of pretties—rings and things".

Synonyms:
adjective. nice - handsome - beautiful - fine - lovely - fair

Pleasing by delicacy or grace

b : having conventionally accepted elements of beauty

c : appearing or sounding pleasant or nice but lacking strength, force, manliness, purpose, or intensity 

a : miserable, terrible (a pretty mess you've gotten us into)

Pretty

can mean miserable and terrible. I think that is the best definition.

Pretty 2.0

What the hell is
Pretty?
Who is considered
Pretty?
Why?
Does it really matter?

"Sometimes the prettiest people
Do the ugliest things."

And dangerous things happen
When he puts on his best face and says, You're so
Pretty.

You're so beautiful, baby.

(Translation:
Lemme get in them pants,
Pretty
Lady.)

Touch

Explanation post to follow... Eventually.

It wasn't perfect
Or magical.
I think magical describes something fake.
But it was amazing,
Special.
So real that it bordered on
Other-worldly...
Spiritual, if you will.
A stripping of lies
And of masks.
Because once clothes are shed
Insecurities follow closely after.

All Little Attention Whores

Love me.
Like me.
Like me.
Love me.
Why can't I make you?
Stay.
Feel this way.
Want me the way
I want you.
A whole helluva lot
Even though
I don't know you.
Probably wouldn't like you
If I did.
I'm fickle.
Have no idea
What I want.
Except attention.
Attention.
Give it to me.

It's natural to want attention, but not healthy.

Pretty

I just want to be
Pretty
I just want you to think that I'm
Pretty
I want you to hold on for a sec
And just glance my way
Because maybe you'll think
"Huh, she's
Pretty"
Then maybe you'll like
Me
But you kinda have to know
I exist
first

:D

OK
So I like you
And there's nothing i can do about it
Should i do anything about it?
Well there's nothing i can do about it anyway...
Or is there?
It's nice to have
Someone to look forward to seeing
Someone who makes me happy randomly
And just by seeing them
My stomach does a little
Flip-flop

Lunch

People only talked to me because of him
They wanted to know the latest drama
Because really and ultimately
That is all they really care about
It did't matter how it was affecting me personally
They only cared if he was gonna sit at my
Lunch table that day or not
How was it affecting me
I was completely miserable
If I am risking my personal safety at home
To be with a guy
That guy could at least make me happy
But no
So far I am only happy single.
But maybe someday a guy will make me happy and i wont
Be miserable
With him.

Acceptance

The need for acceptance
Drives saints to make
Deadly
Decisions that last for all of
Eternity.
But who are you to find fault in me?
You are only who I give you power to be.
To think that I once thought
That your approval held water.
To think that I once cared,
That I would even bother--
What a thought.

Icky Poo

Irritability
Why must we be?
Snapping at those who
Care
So easily.
Don't.
They're trying to help
I don't need help
Leave me alone
I'm lonely.
Don't go
I'm sorry.
But i wont
Tell you
I'm a stubborn bull head
Or a pig head
Or both.
Stupid
Don't be.
Wish i could say
But trust is missing
You
Scare me.

Why Don't You Love Me?

Nothing sucks more than unrequited love--
The giving of your heart to someone
Who gladly accepts it,
But won't give you theirs in return.

Crrruush

Why did you have to be so...so...
I can't even describe you
But its not fair
how good you are
Like there isn't a single
Bad
Thing in your soul
Such an amazing person
And I barely know you
Though I'd like to know you better
You make me smile
And you encourage me
I wish i could make you smile

Ow

I think i broke my knee i yell as i lie on the floor
They keep watching the game and completely ignore
Sigh
Stand back up
I wonder if i really hurt myself
Maybe they'd pay attention to me
Because faking is not doing anything

Torn

Two completely different guys. Two totally different ways of kissing. Two distinctly different ways of making me feel.

Lusty.
Horny.
Whore-y.
But oh if you'd only touch me there. Like you mean it.

Loved.
Honored.
Wanted.
But oh if you'd only hold me tighter. Like you mean it.

Please mean it.

Team

Great job guys! Rosie! blahblahlah.
You never actually treated me like i was part of the
Team
I feel cut off, am
I
supposed to push my way through you?
That doesn't really seem right
How can i feel like a part of you when you are
Numb
To me

Thought?

Me?
Is that who you are talking to?
You think I am important enough to listen to?
To hear my thoughts on life.
Overlooked so many times.
Just used to bellittlement.
(Not sure if thats a word)
Aaahhh but it is like fresh air
Coming from a a small window of opportunity and love.

Rosie, Welcome

So... Dear Readers,

My friend Roselyn will now be posting to my blog. She has her own name on each post, and maybe we'll format our posts differently for easier reading. She could just create her own, but I feel like this'll be cool. Like maybe we'll understand each other more or something. Well... That's it on Rosie.

P.S. I love her to death, and she's an amazing writer. Enjoy ;)

Why Can't We Be In Love

So much drama we've weathered

Our binding never for long severed

Nothing ever enough to tear us apart

Nothing capable of emptying our hearts

Then why can't we be in love?

Is it not predestined above?

Has our time together not proved

That our love, this love, is true.

So why aren't we IN love?

Is it not written in the stars above?

Can we be like Romeo and juliet

With love that loves till death?

My love for you is much like a tree.

It begins in my roots

And extends to very tip of me.

It like a lion's roar

Obnoxious and boisterous

And from my very essence it poors.

So why are we not in love?

It simply is not predestined nor written above

I love you way too much

To entertain the possibility of a relationship making us lose touch.

Lust

Lust sucks.
Not that I object
To a little noncommital
Sucking of face.
But after?
We walk away
And lead our seperate
Lives.
And I'm mad.
You don't like me.
So why do I give
Myself?

Boys, Boys, Boys

One wants nothing to do with me.
One wants me... Just want. As in lust.
One wants to marry me.
One wants to be with me.
And one just wants to call me.

Where did all these guys come from? When will they stop confusing me? When will I stop letting them?