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Ugly People Beautiful Hearts
Book Details
Author(s)Komar, Marlen
ISBN / ASINB00UM6W488
ISBN-13978B00UM6W488
AvailabilityAvailable for download now
Sales Rank14,738
CategoryKindle Edition
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
Ugly People Beautiful Hearts is a poetry book with over 70 poems and verses moving between the feelings of loving someone, feeling loss, trusting the night sky, losing your light, resolving that hurt is beautiful, and finding compassion in a stranger's smile.
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We hurt and are hurt. We love and are loved. We’re selfish, and cruel, and like to watch something beautiful turn ugly. We don’t care about others. Not really. We use them until there’s no more to be used.
But.
But we also want to find each other. Want to draw closer. Feel, and take care. We want to look at someone and know, that what they see looking back at them is light.
We’re all ugly people. Ugly people with beautiful hearts.
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One of the author's favorite poems:
There We’ll Wait
You know what I love? The spaces between I love you. The tap of your fork against the plate and how my cup of wine clicks against our table. The scratchy voice coming from the radio in the other room. The quiet sound of your hand reaching across the table and whispering over mine. How your voice sounds like your mouth on the back of my neck. The soft murmur of our easy conversation.
Between these quiet Tuesday night routines, following every comma and right after every pause for breath, is I, love, and you. In the middle of every I love you is a sink full of dishes, whisper of socked feet tangled in white sheets, and gentle kisses against curved cheeks. We lyric ourselves into the laundry that needs to be finished, into the ends of every smile that follows me repeating your name. We write ourselves into the grocery bags we need to carry, the cracks running up our rented walls, the sides of the bed we choose to drag up the sails of heavy eyed dreams.
Like the spaces between our fingers, in the spaces between I, love, and you, we wait.
The in-betweens have always been my favorite.
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We hurt and are hurt. We love and are loved. We’re selfish, and cruel, and like to watch something beautiful turn ugly. We don’t care about others. Not really. We use them until there’s no more to be used.
But.
But we also want to find each other. Want to draw closer. Feel, and take care. We want to look at someone and know, that what they see looking back at them is light.
We’re all ugly people. Ugly people with beautiful hearts.
_________________
One of the author's favorite poems:
There We’ll Wait
You know what I love? The spaces between I love you. The tap of your fork against the plate and how my cup of wine clicks against our table. The scratchy voice coming from the radio in the other room. The quiet sound of your hand reaching across the table and whispering over mine. How your voice sounds like your mouth on the back of my neck. The soft murmur of our easy conversation.
Between these quiet Tuesday night routines, following every comma and right after every pause for breath, is I, love, and you. In the middle of every I love you is a sink full of dishes, whisper of socked feet tangled in white sheets, and gentle kisses against curved cheeks. We lyric ourselves into the laundry that needs to be finished, into the ends of every smile that follows me repeating your name. We write ourselves into the grocery bags we need to carry, the cracks running up our rented walls, the sides of the bed we choose to drag up the sails of heavy eyed dreams.
Like the spaces between our fingers, in the spaces between I, love, and you, we wait.
The in-betweens have always been my favorite.






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