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Why is it we feel the need to write about love?
Myself especially.
Look around you at the world.
Look at the pain.
Look at the suffering.
Look in the places you never thought to look,
The definition of perfect
is someone or something that is
excellent,
correct,
and flawless.
Having all the required elements,
qualities, or characteristics.
I used to think no one was perfect. The idea of perfect being so distant from reality. Like the stars shining in the sky that continued on indefinitely, his love for me is shocking.
Why would I want to live in a perfect world?
If everything were perfect,
Then nothing would be different.
Everything would be exactly the same.
For what’s darkness,
But a contrast to light?
The only reason light can exist
Is because there is darkness for it to illuminate.
Light heals,
She was drawing with her Reeves HB sketch pencil in her 2010 Strathmore sketchbook that her grandparents had given her last Christmas. She had drawn his eyes with great precision, and the bump on his nose bent just right, his lips were textured as
Having a broken heart makes it so hard to breathe
I begged you to stay, but I ended up having to watch you leave
Best friends? Best friends till the end?
I guess with time my broken heart will mend
There is a reflection looking back at her in the mirror,what she see's isn't really how she is supposed to appear.Perfectly imperfect from ear to ear,every single line and wrinkle tells a story some with tears.
This is for the girls who believe the number on the scale, determines whether they are beautiful or not.
This is for the men who don’t fit in the role of “tough man,” that media portrays them to be.
When I first met you, I thought you were a clever man and I respected you.
When I first talked to you, I thought you were a brilliant man and was intrigued by you.
February 2, 2017
Dear Person Whose Life I Tried to Make Perfect,
You say that I'm not good enough
because I don't wear my hair in perfect curls
You say I'm not good enough
because I don't wear pretty lipstick and faulse lashes
You say I'm not good enough
I.
The universe existed
for more than billions of years.
Planets came and left.
Stars burst and lived.
Dear... Whatever Her Name Ends Up Being,
I know you love National Parks.
You love at least one sport, deeply.
You love breakfast food.
You love your job.
You love dogs or cats.
it is easy
to love you
in the fantasy
i’ve formed
in my mind,
for under the protection
of my imagination,
we are together.
we are perfect.
we are infinite.
Merry Christmas my sweet.
I’ve written you a few poems, but the list will grow,
for how can one not share this intense sensation burning inside when it’s brighter than anything else?
You know what I see?
I can see a beautiful, invincible, perfect, radiant, sweet princess.
Why can’t you see?
It’s right there, quite plainly.
You just need to open your eyes.
I’m so glad I found you
Do you know why we found each other?
It was destiny
Long ago
When we were still stars
We touched
Gently and lovingly
And we were separated
Girls are meant to be the assistant in a magic show
Better seen not heard
We should appear and disappear like the bunny out of your hat
or the dove from your cloak.
We have to change into whatever you want...
I love you I daresay,
the way you hold me,
the way your heart touches mine and beats in tandem,
a feeling that we're tied together
belong together,
I don't hurt you,
Because I love you I know you’re not perfect
But I love you regardless
Nothing is perfect not you, not me, not our relationship
Because I love you….
I will allow you into my heart,
I will share my secrets with you,
Because I know they are safe with you.
I will cry in front of you..
And with you..
having an eating disorder means wanting everyone to know and no one to ask
it means accidentally leaving your lunch at home and proudly telling friends no thanks when they offer to share
What perfect means to me
Is no perfection at all.
It means that you are clumsy,
You are loud,
You are quiet,
You are graceful.
It means that you are awkward,
You are simple,
imperfection is a pimple.
an irregularity, red and raised
in the middle of your face when you are 11
to you it is unfamiliar
so you buy concealer
wouldn't it be perfect,
if eveyone danced as society told them,
because there is no room for free will,
because there is no room for a creative spirit,
there is no room to be your own person,
I don't care if you are depressed.
I will try to cheer you up.
I don't care if you are mad.
I will try to make you laugh.
I don't care if you are ignoring me.
Evertime I see your face, a very powerful emotion is stirred up.
It overpowers my anxiety, my grief, my sadness, and tells me 'just keep trying'
I don't know what you see when you look in the mirror,
If you had asked me a year ago
A simple question, nothing out of the ordinary
I would have had to say
“Fine. I’m fine. I’ll be fine, just give me some time.”
The
picture
on
my wall
happily
reminds
me
that there
are better
places on Earth
than the world,
that there
is
more to
life; living,
At first
I thought you were diamond embedded
And then
I saw how imperfectly you were created
You willow crying like you lost perfection
And some of us
see your little perfect complexions
I used to say that "love" was not a strong enough word to describe my feelings but that it would do for now.
I could go through the dictionary and look up a hundred synonyms to describe the feeling when I looked at him.
Adore
I know a girl
with 'perfect' written on her wrist,
and I think it’s funny because
it isn’t perfect at all.
When I say perfect, I mean it literally -
all these colors
rushing up to greet me
all these ups and downs
adrenaline running
all these beautiful voices
surround me
exceat for one
thats in my head that's in my heart
They say “you’re too young.”
How do they know?
They can’t see what’s in our heads; they can’t understand what we feel.
It’s all cliché, it’s all true.
I know the difference between a want and a need.
Let me tell you a story, Fantastic as can be,
It's about a perfect man, He who died on a tree.
It was not a hanging, that's far from true,
It's called a crucifixion, and He died for me and you.
I never would have noticed the
Abscess on my elbow
If they had not pointed it out
I strained to see it
Red flushing my skin
Darker than leather
O, you’re right
A perfect family
But only to the eye
When you come into their lives
That perfect family has very dark lies
But o'no one pays close attention
Some may say, 'roses are red, and violets are blue and darling I love you'
Others might say 'my love for you is bulletproof'.
No filter
No control.
I don't choose to look like I do.
With dead eyes.
And an empty smile.
No filter
No control.
I did not ask for this.
My frame too large for photo encasing.
Flash!
Smile!
Turn!
Stop!
Lighter!
Darker!
Thinner!
Smaller!
Stronger!
Weaker!
Meeker!
Flash!
Smile!
Stop!
Tighter!
Shorter!
What color is perfection?
That elusive transcendence from reality
That which demands unnecessary change
I see you, and you are transparent.
I am flesh and bone
I bleed when I am cut open
I'm not afraid of my shadow,
Or the satin woven black
Of the night sky,
Words it lack.
I'm a heavy breather,
Fantasiser, I believe
In the Northern light.
But strap my arms
Behind my back
Who am I?
I am the seconds in between breaths where the thoughts creep in
I am the smile in the sunshine with the windows down in my jeep
He's not tall, dark and handsome
Or a muscular jock
Not a hopeless romantic
Or a sex-driven shmuck
He's not perfect
He gets angry
He has scars
But he's still perfect to me.
I've made mistakes,
But they don't define me.
I have regrets,
But I am not what I've done.
I have secrets,
But they're part of my past.
Come dawn,
And come day.
It’s tough when you’re forced to grow up in a world
Where Barbies are standards for each little girl
I’ve had too many friends feel they’re less than they are
Maybe if I dye my hair or straighten my teeth,
I'll look just like the glamour girls you see on t.v.
Wonder if that'll catch his eyes.
But really I'm just fine being me.
No need to worry, I'm always happy.
I may not be what you envisioned
That perfect porcelian doll.
It wasn't my decision
Dear Future Self,
You did it.
Living with no limits. Losing yourself in your passion. Rising up and growing into the best you could be. Your world was waiting for you.
Looking through the filter I am perfect.
The truth about my life is nonexistent.
Looking through the filter.
all the words I say are pure,
With no stammer or lisp.
Looking through the filter.
For those who cannot see
The beauty behind every being
Each flaw that makes up a subject
Are the characteristics that make you perfect.
We have all been there:
The awkward stage.
We all can relate
To those uncomfortable times.
When all the girls had
Frizzy uneven hair
And boys had scrawny
Arms and glasses.
I am perfect—without flaw.
Which is to say, not a single trait I retain is held in low regard.
Not one thing of my person can be looked down upon, for I am flawless.
There was a face
A face I analyzed like a dissection
Blemished with scars and beauty marks
Stained with exhaustion and fear
Consumed by society’s ideals
A face that did not realize what it was worth
Thoughts of nothing
In times of despair
I see you strutting
Like you don't see me here
I wished to fly like a choir on high
To live like a new being awoken
To be sheet thin and soar the sky
Who am I and who will I become,
to fall far from the family tree or be the last one?
Who will accept my failures and love my flaws?
Everyone loves a girl who is always less flawed.
I'm not like the other girls,
I don't cake on makeup,
I don't wear dresses and skirts,
I don't need to.
Flawless: Adjective,
Definition: Perfect
I am flawless, flawless like a diamond. I am the Diamond.
A diamond? yes. a diamond.
Who is flawless ?
I know that I am not.
Nor do I claim that I am
I am full of flaw
as are you.
Rainbow colored weave
Down below your knees
Dazziling fingernais
Brighter than the sun
Lips so glossy
As if you applied the whole tube
Makeup
So thick
Pretty face, long hair.
Skinny waist, the clothes I wear.
Everything must be Perfect.
Flawless.
The way I walk, the way I drink.
The way I talk, the way I think.
Drifted from my primordial perfection,
To the hapless ghetto, of,
Egos sniffing new directions,
devoid of contentment,
or anything truly taste-able.
To be honest
Physically, I am not in any way lacking flaws.
I have hair in places I don't think it belongs,
I have fat stick out where I'd rather it not.
I am who I am because I chose to be that way.
I am strong, becasue of the pain I have endured.
I am beautiful, because I have taught myself to radiate my happiness.
Prude. Censuring. Perfect little girl.
Am I a prude when I dislike foul words?
And promiscuity is not something I adore:
But how can I be perfect if you claim that I’m a churl?
My face is not my canvas
I can contour
I can paint
I can outline
I can manipulate
I Cannot tell a story
I Cannot move others emotionally
I Cannot be studied
My real canvas
I am perfect beyond imperfection
Nothing can comprehend this lesson
That the rise and fall of every good king
I am flawless because I'm flawed,
The imperfections make me perfect,
I'm flawless because I'm 6 foot 5,
I have to duck in the shower,
And check the pool's depth before I dive,
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Yourself.
You need to be
Flawless, everyone knows it.
You can be beautiful,
Glitter with excellence.
You can shine,
But only if you want to.
Beauty is in the Eyes of Society
Growing up, I was never skinny; my skin was dark and all I wanted was to be pretty.
I was 10; looking at magazines, seeing all of the skinny girls
Who am I?
I am myself.
While filters do not lie,
They definitely enhance
The minor imperfections that only I can see.
Without filters,
My zit is apparent,
God is the maker of all mankindHes so flawless he will blow your mindI wanna be a member of his teamTrying to live holy with
Our sense of self... is like a thin thread and, all that is above and below, it in space and time. A life Given to us by something Divine, created everything in and out of sight and mind, and is only associated with things perfect.
Flawless is flawmore
because flaws are what make us human
I am not a perfect person
its an insult to say i am id be fuming'
It would suck to find out I was
Because flaws make life fun
Looking into the mirror,
Wiping away the tears.
A new day is ahead
And a new face appears.
No one can see past
The cover that is shown,
But nobody really understands
What is called the unknown.
I think I am beautiful,
In a different sort of way.
I always keep them laughing,
And they just want me to stay.
My face is something of my own,
One alike you'll never see.
Sun shining bright through the window's ruby curtains,
She got up.
Hair in disarray,
Face a mess with squinted brown eyes,
She was bare, untouched, raw
My lips are chapped
and peeling
and blistered
and red
and sore
and raw
but soft
and plump
and full
and pink
and curvy
and luscious
and perfect
They say there's no such thing as perfect
But I happen to know that talk is cheap
Flawless is the best thing to be
To be who I am I must accept who I am
Flawless is just an act that lays beneath
Society trying
to mislead me
Make me something
I’m not
Or are they
Trying to rip
The veil
In front
of my
blind eyes
To reveal
What I have yet
To see
Sitting, watching, model like girls,
Strut in front of me with tight bouncy curls.
Perfect legs and tiny waists,
Seamlessly flawless face.
I can't help, but judge myself,
I woke up Perfect.
I went to bed Perfect.
What is perfetion to me?
I believe it is being able to express myself, freely.
I can come around people without makeup on my face,
I still belive that I can fly.
Secretly I have wings,
that strech aross the sky.
Sometimes I pay too much attention to these things.
I still think that to be "flawless."
Like olive oil,
The first press is the best.
It is pure, unrefined.
It is the true essence of the olive.
Like chicken,
The more you process it,
The worse it gets.
Smile,
Wave hello,
Be friendly,
Be bold,
Be perfect.
They expect that from you,
So you give it to them.
“What’s wrong?”
They ask, if you only slightly frown.
Life has its ups and downs as you know
Things can make me sad and they can make me happy
Yet
I want to be uplifted.
Perfect euphoria is within my reach when:
I stand in the clearing of a snow-cloaked forest
You look in the mirror and you see
A human being, to you, that's just not meant to be
A person who will never be
But it's all a lie
But you don't see
Because you're trapped
In darkness
I'm the closest thing to perfect
Because you're perfect
and you're the closest thing to me.
I could say you're like a rose
or compare you to a summer's day.
But roses wilt and summer days end.
When life begins
And we start to look for who we are in the world
we create ourselves
this distorted image of perfection
that society created for us
I sit on a crooked tree branch
Leaning against it
As I stare out into the distance
Mountains tower above
Darkened shadows with white tips
Shrouded in pale mystery
Meadows crowd the land below
Paradise sits on the mountainside
Towering buildings of all size
Where the water rolls and glides
Up on this city of mine
Towering buildings of all size
Of all the things I hate and loathe,
The word Perfect I hate the most.
Of all the ways to tell a tale,
Perfect is the best disguise.
I can handle Smart,
I can brush off Beautiful,
Talented and Funny,
Some say that bitterness is what broke you,
and ripped your seams apart.
But whatever it was that consumed you,
longing is what lies inside your heart.
A longing to be better, is the single thread that binds you.
Wrap your arms around me,
Squeeze me oh so tight.
Make me feel safe.
Even when it’s not.
Never knowing right from wrong,
Silly jokes told on midnight strolls.
This is true love told.
This is my apology to society
Why am I apologizing?because society is not proud of me
I'm sorry for not having porcelain skin and long straight hair
I'm sorry about all the size two clothing I am not able to wear
Skinny legs, a perfect hair is what they to see
A pretty face and perfect body,
The opposite of me.
The pressure to be perfect is slowly closing in.
When, when will all of this come to an end?
When I look
at their faces,
Drenched in perfection,
When I flip the pages,
I look into their eyes,
like they're masked in disguise,
they look so ideal,
This cannot be real,
I drift in and out of sadness Explode with manic madnessI can't control your loveOr make you wish you had this But it's sad - thisBottomless hungerHeart - banging like thunderSitting up at night
Your name is finer than the sweetest honey when passing my lips
At the most random times you blossom into my mind
I allow myself to pleasure to think of your name
My breath is taken for me and my head goes dizzy
stragley hair that won't straigten
freckles that makeup can't cover up
chapped lips
"oops I broke a nail"
uneven toes
too small of eyes
stubby fingers
"I'm not skinny enough"
There was a sad story,
well it was more horrible than any.
A story of a woman,
a young woman at that...
A woman who spoke kind words,
and never felt or suffered hurt.
A word full of hapiness and sorrow,
Everyone has gotten abused by it it,
Everyone has been confused it,
But everyone is still determined to be Perfect.
A 3.9 GPA
I envy the people beside me.
They have the newest, the latest, the flashiest,
I have the cheapest I could find
If someone ever comes to up me
With a bag of Skittles and candy in their mouth,
With the lame pick-up line:
These delicate lumps of of tendons, muscle, bone
Carry on for mile, miles all alone.
As their master's eyes close
To escape from it's woes,
These small little toes will keep fluttering along.
you ask me why im crying i say it tears of joy,
what is that you ask, something you cant ignore.
something like the rain when the sun is out,
Stretched into a pirouette Porcelain arms above her head Pristine balance and tight bunned hair A trickle of salt water dread The lace toe shoe grips the edge Atop the orange lip of God Sprawling below is dark abyss She could fall with just a prod
Everyone has flaws that are hard to see passed.
But everyone has flaws that are perfect to your perfect match.
Your flaws are perfect for a heart that is meant to love you,
for who you are.
They tell us the truth will set you free,
So you should hear the truth from me,
That student sitting in the first row,
Who always seems to look and know,
So brace yourself,
Get ready dear,
But before AP Bio,
oops, Another Science Class,
you go to AP Economics,
which you call 9/11.
You call it 9/11
because for a week and a half,
your teacher only lectured
Your class is pretty big,
about twenty-something people.
It doesn’t sound very big,
but most of the seats are filled.
You sit behind a guy
who won’t shut up.
You sit next to a girl,
So you sit down at your desk,
and listen to their breath.
You watch as they all talk,
argue, and laugh.
There’s a teacher at the front,
trying to speak.
She gets a few words in,
Inside, they consume me
the words of society
filled with rejection
My heart aches and throbs
as I'm wrapped in the image
of pure pefection
Yet I can not grasp
NOTHING will ever be good enough.
Teachers compliment me on things I've written,
telling me that the power of my words
Sometimes
I think it'd be easier if you had died
Not because I want you dead,
Not because I hate you,
But because then maybe I'd have a reason.
I'd have a reason to avoid everyone you ever spoke to
When God came into the world, He already had everything planned out.
Even if he didn’t, he sure as well went out with a bang.
Now when he brought me in, I wish he wrote out a manual or a pamphlet
Our silent conversations
have been louder than our screaming matches.
The most intimate moments have been cold,
whereas our distanced and indifferent attitudes
have struck a fire so great within us,
Her eyes were just so alive and bright
Instantly I knew this hug was genuine and right
She ran and jumped up into my arms
I could never cause that pretty girl no harms
She yelled and called out uncle hay
Every guy has a picture in mind.
Of the perfect girl they'll have but she has to be fine.
Outline; to cross the line between penny or dime.
Why you gotta think like this most or all of the time?
My favorite time of the year,
Is all filled with cheer.
The beach, the sun,
It’s all so fun.
The summertime breeze,
Needs to come sooner please.
Splashing in the waves,
That’s not quite right.Just a minute too slow.That’s what they tell her,As if she doesn’t already know.
I ever felt the wind blowing on my faceThat moment we walked along the beach.I remember that timeThat moment you confessed everything.I admit that I will never forgetThat moment when you hold my hand. I will surely miss you babyI will surely dyin
If the world is listening, Let them hear this; My life is not perfect, My life is not bliss. I'm happy almost never. The sadness always stays. I'm always the one who's wrong. I'm always the one who's to blame.
People who are of a higher class than a person such as me
Shouldn't treat us like what we walk on...
They don't see that we;re all equal and not at all perfect.
They bully and tease us from how we look to what we do.
Oh what shadows I carry and bring with me;
We dance all night and sing in perfect harmony,
Oh so joyous and free.
Together we live so happily,
because they're just like me.
He's worried that she might not smile everyday
He's worried he'll miss her too much when he goes away
He's worried that she won't laugh at his dumb joke
He's so worried so much....dam he might choke
You lie on top of me,
Chest to chest, heart to heart.
We don’t make love, we don’t fuck,
We just lie there.
Your body language so intriguing, so fascinating,
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Ode to happiness and the high it gives you.
Suppressing the stress you could no longer bare.
Cleaning you up until you’re “as good as new”.
It’s like inhaling a breath of the sweet spring air.
There for me always
Wipes my tears
Sits through my struggles even though she don't have too
My Perfect Girl the Center of MY WORLD
Gone forever
Heaven stole my perfect girl
It stole my heart too...
When I first danced
I was an elephant
Heavy and stomping
and swaying my heavy tusks,
The Duck would tell me
"No No No! Don't stomp step lightly"
and so thus I became a gorilla.
Yesterday finding a suitor seemed doubtful
even though millions of fish live in the sea.
No one could spark my life, it continued to remain dull.
Just as I began to lose hope, you found me.
I'm not perfect,
I'm not all I wanted to be
But I am me,
The best me that I can be
I'm no superstar,
I'm no model
But I am me,
The best me that I can be
All the talent in the world won’t save you if you are ugly!
You try to have confidence
But the moment you stand, you are beaten!
You aren’t loved!
You aren’t worthy!
Why should beauty be hidden under the surface?
Why doesn't society let it rise to the top?
It refuses to show all its people that
It's there, but it's there, and won't stop
