perfection
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Sweet romance
Running in fantastic lines
Agreeing with magical future
In embrace of miraculous now
We dream to heal
You are a terrific elixir
Yet you blow your essences up
By enthroning doubts
Like scientists working hard
One good little robot
Walks down the street
Gait steady, stride even
She doesn't make a peep
Beautiful, flawless
By unanimous decree
The epitome of perfection
Is what she's known to be
I was willing to change for you, you know.
And I thought I've loved people before you,
they always say the first hurts the worst, so I thought it was over.
The pain, you know.
Working on assumptions sucksyou're feeling this, tell meyou don't feel this, tell meyou want this, tell meyou don't want this, tell mejust tell me
Discovering a misspelled word in your favorite novel
And smiling,
Because nothing is perfect.
Watching wildflowers escape through dry brush,
Pushing into the sun,
Living in a ditch,
How easy it is,
To stand and look pretty
While taking a photo.
As I see the image that others see—
Joyful but Smart.
The beautiful heat,
The scent of Ambrosia,
The last affront to the Gods,
The oozing delight,
That which granted mankind ascension,
That which the Gods envied,
That which they descended for,
Perfection is a fruitless desire.
All my attempts make me tire.
Still, I have this hope:
Maybe one day, I’ll learn to cope.
I spy something blue
Don’t be sad, I’m here with you
I spy something sweet
You make my life complete
I spy something smart
I love you with all my heart
I spy something funny
You have changed me
That’s for sure
To everyone
You have allure
You make the fine lines disappear
Give me guidance
Give me fear
Stale makeup and
Rotting laughter
Broken race cars that couldn’t go any faster.
Fermenting anger and
Broken smiles
How far can we go
Looking perfect all the while.
"No I'm not"
She answered.
"My forehead's too wide,
My eyes too far apart.
I don't exactly look very smart.
I mean I am. Maybe. But...
My lips are cracked,
My hair too dry.
the Corners of my life were my home.
pushed into the spaces in between—unseen,
side by side, shoulder to shoulder
beside other shadows of Perfection.
the standard definition of perfect. having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be. the mixed meaning of perfect.
Perfect
Perfect is a disease
That everyone is trying to achieve
No one is safe
And no one can hide from perfect
And it’s dreadful ways
Dear Siblings,
You’ll never know me
Not as a sister,
More like a mother
Amelia, when you learn to drive
I’ll be 30
8 years younger than
Our parents are now
Dear Mama,
Growing up, you poured me a bowl of Perfection
For breakfast every morning.
Perfection had zero calories per cup and tasted delicious.
Dear Those Who Think My Life is Perfect,
I go to sleep at night with one thing on my mind,
what if I'm not good enough?
What if I wake up tomorrow,
and no one likes me anymore?
The brush trails behind streaks of paint
Still wet, it reflects the chandelier’s light.
While the artist chooses his schemes of colors,
Black and white become his queen.
Is it perfection you're looking for, huh ?
A big painful circleEach point,perfectly aligned from its centre.
Aren't you tired of,practical people-saying dreams are foolishand life is long
Am I
Am I beautiful?
I know you tell me everyday
That I’m more radiant than the sun
But I don’t believe it for a second
That I’m even remotely attractive
Am I
Am I smart?
In the mirror,
I dread
The ancient scar on my knee
The mysterious mark on my cheek
The great size of my thighs
The stubborn crook in my teeth
The several creases on my stomach
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,
Its beautiful.Flowers blooming.Sun smiling down on me.The silence,peaceful.
Look closely at the grass, as it shinesand gleams.As the dew slips downon the smooth soft leaf.
Of course you are not perfect,
but why do you fret?
There are many more important reasons
to find yourself upset.
You could be greedy, coniving, full of deceit,
turning a blind eye
Perfection should not
be searched for; uniqueness should
die with its finding.
The above haiku I wrote years ago;
It is one that I have liv'd by.
I love you like I love air.
Sometimes I don't think about it.
But I find you there
at moments I need you most.
When im gasping clasping at my throat
for sorrows mote that drowns my soul,
plastics and perfects
accepted and approved
not too thick, not too thin
just perfect
worthless and failing
bullied and besotted
At the start,
She was kind, beautiful, free.
She was individual, unique
Better than she’d ever been.
Then, near the middle,
And more towards the end
Her self image began to bend
And bend
It’s a specific side.
The one with frayed edges where
Paper fibers are disrupted from the interwoven
Pattern of rules calculated to win points.
No one can see the perfect matrix.
Growing alone, Behold the self-doubtThe crying, the lying, the gritting of teethWatching others ascend while your mood still depends on your peers.Fingertips brush edges where there is no apparent jail,
You Are A Better Son Than Your Dad
Dear Son you were born in the afternoon
it was god’s felicity and incredible boon
lullaby your grandma began to croon
you crying face looked like glowing moon
I'm not perfect
I don't have the perfect figure
I don't wear weave
I don't wear makeup
Sorry I'm not perfect
I'm me
I'm slim, very slim
I have locs, and they're unruly
As a past drug addict many people ask me what LSD was like… but…
How do I explain the rain to someone who had never felt it?
You've felt it hit your skin
I am a contradiction,
A perfect contradiction.
On looking in from outside,
I think I'd pass inspection.
My nails are neat, each hair in place.
My clothes the latest styles.
Poetry – because practice makes perfect
Fiction was my first love, first poem I rejected
It was terrible – oh so terrible
Nonacceptable
So I stopped writing ‘em for awhile
Dear Society, do we exist anymore?
The moment we come into this world you grab hold of us like prized possessions
The clothes we wear, the games we play, the language we speak, you control
Is it okay to be
yourself
in a world where
each person is a
reflection
of someone else?
Individuality is not
an original equation from a single person,
but an
I wish I could eat my pen.
And the ink inside it, and all the paper in my notebooks,
And all the books I've written tens of thousands of times
Over and over again in hopes of becoming perfection.
If I could change something about myself,
It would be nothing because I consider myself top shelf,
I don't think I'm flawless or I'm perfect with no defects,
Sometimes I am a messI make a lot of mistakesI've drankI've smokedBut I am still perfect.
What even is a world without hate?I wouldn't know, this one sure ain't.We live in a society teaching us nobody cares,that nobody wants you,and nobody's there.Society teaches us to not like what we are,
Constantly in pain
My own thoughts driving me insane
Life is just a drain
But the misery is only in my brain
A family that is perfection
Offers me protection
I am the infection
I am young
I am learning
I am smart
I am stuborn
I am wise
I am unaware
I am organized
I am disorganized
I am happy
I am hurt
I am a hard woker
I am lazy
I was "perfect"
I was cute
I was an A+ student
I was talkative
I was curious
I was a performer
I was a jiujitsu competition winner
I was obedient
I was tired before, I am tired now
The rain in the back of my head comes from
The pain that festers in my heart.
My disdain towards myself makes me bleed more
Then a stab to artery and vein. I bleed
I am a daughter of God, but in no way am I perfect
I am not a perfect daughter nor will I be a perfect bride.
I’m afraid to admit that the reflection I see might not even really be me.
When it comes to drawing,
moving a utensil across a page.
I could create a masterpiece, but
have the eyes be lopsided.
I love you, don't you know that yet?
You are my rock
My moon
My sun
My ray of hope
My sunday morning
The weight that holds me together
You are the main star to my night
I wake up every day with my head held high,
I can do this.
I am surrounded by media telling me that to look “good” I need to be a size 2 and shorter than most guys
5ft tall not one inch more, not one inch less.
Valencia, slumber, and inkwell
Shades and tainted images hide well
The blemishes and marks that always dwell
Lest depicting realness, an uncensored weakness
Frizzy ringlets of hair,
tamed into thick braids.
Slick hair,
down to your waist,
blowing everywhere.
Too-long bangs,
constantly pushed out of your face.
Loose curls
limp and beautiful.
Take the picture.
Too high.
Too low.
Just right.
But what's wrong?
Your nose is too big,
Your smile looks weird,
And your hair looks bad.
Take it again.
And again.
The first thing a young woman learns,Is to criticize.We are taught to see only our imperfections.We are taught to look into the mirror and self destruct.We focus on our faults.Of course we taunt others..
My hair's in stylish knots,
Followed by raccoon eyes.
My loafing fashion's caught,
By the luring guys.
I just wanted to let you know
that you are worth more
than what I can show
or tell
or teach you.
If I tried, it would be like trying
to encompass the sun
in the description of a shadow.
I stare into the muddied water
Curiousity motivating
A desire to see
My glorious splendor
My eyes appear shadowless
As the water ripples
My skin, appearing flawless
A face that's kind,
With just few zits.
A smile that is funnier than an orange rind,
With a really slow wit.
A walk without balance or grace.
A mind filled with irrational fears.
Perfection;
The most desired thing,
The all-consuming and pointless thing,
That so many obsess and hurt themselves over.
There are so many things we all want to change,
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.
The definition of flaw is defect or fault;
The definition itself is contradictory to Heaven and Earth.
Everyone is made specifically and perfectly as they are,
So any "flaws" are actually evidence of flawlessness.
When it comes to how people view themselves you all have a blind spot.
When you look in the mirror you don't see the same things I do.
You see mistakes & flaws.
I see perfection & beauty in My making.
Am I a cover girl,
or just an ordinary girl
that is out of this world
with no make up, or fake friends.
A perfect life is what all want,
but there is no perfect life one has
I bottled all my tears to save for rainy days
I put my bad thoughts in a box and sent it into space
I framed all my smiles and kept them on display
I bagged up all my feelings and threw them all away
I am the body of perfection
That can use no more correction
Answer questions, no deflection
Heading in the right direction
Does this mean I've made no mistakes?
That I'm a beam that never breaks?
Post-camera angling, perfecting our facial expressions, we hold our breath as we click the button that supposedly captures the real you--
However in today’s society, seizes the artificial.
A blurred photograph can make a lot more sense than a clear one
Look at the way she moves her arm to hit his head playfully
Look at the way his face is blurred dodging that hit
That action is day to day life
You know perfection
Is a man-made word
Because it is shallow.
Though its implications are potent,
No poetry projects from its reflection –
An hour every morning spent on my make up and my hair
I switch my outfit three times befor I walk out the door
I dont do this for the attention of some flawed attraction, but
I do this for me.
I’m not healthy.
“I want to be enough.”
“I want to be smart.”
“Am I pretty?”
“Why don’t I have it all?”
Exhale.
Let go of perfection.
Flaws are inevitable,
Flawless is a word, an adjective that describes something or someone that
Does not have defects or faults, none that diminish the value of something
"Perfection is only attainable through hard work"
Said a guy I knew who had a few screws loose.
"If attained others will go berserk!"
Said the same guy as he was listening to blues.
The word always crosses my mind
For Losing shall I ever be Great
Losing long nights of pain
Before they found her
Quenching the thirst of my innocece
Saturating my pillow from sorrow
For Losing I am Confidence
Who's wild and crazy
A girl who's set free
someone who listens but can talk to those in need
You were born to be real, not perfect
and to know in your heart that you are worth it
I was born to add to this thing we call life
Deep down I know.
I know I have a problem; not with just you but with myself
The truth came out a little too late
The words I read told me what I had feared since the beginning
Pretty hair, perfect smile
Shining eyes, thin waist
Eyes on you all the time
Let the boys chase
Unrealistic expectations
A voice, a kind spirit
A dreaming heart, a fearless soul
Perfect,
That I am,
So perfect in fact,
My name is Sam.
From my head to my toes,
From the wrinkle in my nose,
The perfect five foot height,
The perfect far-sighted sight.
I'm just going to come out and say it
No one can be flawless
There's just too big of a deficit
Between what we always have been and being errorless
None of us ever want to admit this
There is little that is right about me
My thighs like each other too much to put a gap between them
My head is too scared of the sky to be any higher up
My mind wants to speak, but is afraid of being wrong
My shoulders are drooping underneath the heavy weight of expectation.
I'm being dragged by the leash of society.
Paint splatterd t-shirts,
accomponied by a librarian nose,
stand erect as a lighthouse.
Vindictive waves may crash,
And temptuous winds may roar.
But I glide over these turbulant seas
Little me, how could you not see?Perfection is a misperception.You devoid yourself of emotion,Strive for a life without devotionTo another human being, another person.Your GPA climbs higher
Behind the perfection of the picture
lies a whole different person
a girl who is seen differntly in social media and out in public
Perfection is a plauge spreading through their bones.
Perfection is an irrational conclusion to simplistic ideas.
Perfection is a sense of security that everyone craves.
Perfection is based on the fear of being different.
Filters and fakenes is a popular theme,
Within the news, and the media, and favorite magazines.
A girl with boring brown hair,
With simple green eyes,
And pale skin and blemishes,
What is the true meaning of flawless
A hope, an ideal, a dream
that one may fit society's standards?
Is it influence?
A man, woman, or child that tries to make the world better,
Perfect people aren't happier,
Use brain and not the heart,
Want this perfect, want that right,
Look perfect, do perfect,
Perfection stresses them all the time,
Mr. Imperfection
why don't you tell me bout
all your perfections and
why you ain't got none.
Tell me how you
think you're gonna make it in this world
if you're not the best of what you are
Through my eyes only I can see,
The faults, the flaws that lie within me.
The way my hair falls to the side,
The way my eyes squint when I smile.
The movements I make when my hips sway,
I am the child born on a late Winter evening.
I am the woman you never desire leaving.
I am the lady scanning frantically in libraries.
I am the hopeless romantic ending February.
Many people like to judge others,
Because they're afraid to themselves be judged.
They are terrible bothers,
All because they're afraid their own bodies are too pudged.
I disagree with that flawed logic,
“You chubby good for nothing hog.”“Maybe if you go on a diet you won't break everything.”
Starving, and crying. Starving and crying. Starving and crying,
I may not be my mother, tall, strong and bold
but who I am is who I am and that is all you need to know
I am me
You are you
We are different in more ways than seem true
You are not perfect, and neither am I,
You are thin, and I am wide.
But while all of this is true,
When I look in the mirror, I see what I see,
my desires have driven me to blind true reality.
How can I tell if my soul has progressed?
You know... Who wants to be flawless? Not Me
Now, imagine a world of perfect people.... Life would be incredibly bland.
We were born with flaws, can't you see?
It's the little imperfections that give us a reason to stand.
Everyone gets a pimple once in a while, I know that, and everyone has their own issues and insecurities, I know that
Sometimes we fool ourselves
into thinking the best and the worse.
That he loves me.
That I am stupid.
That she is so amazing.
That, compared to her, I am nothing.
What does it mean to be flawless?
Perfect? Unblemished? Impeccable?
How can someone reach such a standard?
As children we are deceived
by society’s definition of beauty.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
and is in no way perfect.
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.
There’s a moment.
That moment.
Just one moment that happens so rarely
That when it comes people think it’s nothing
It’s just something that happens
Occasionally.
But it’s more than something.
A white porcelain doll,
Is never hidden in fear,
She is never covered in regret,
But she has something I love,
The power: To forget...
No mind to consume her time,
No passion to lust for,
There is a road that I know.
A road that none have traveled with me
a road that dosen't seem to exist to Them.
What is the meaning of their blasphemous pride?
This blaming ride,
The escape goat, am I?
What is the point of the out of place lies?
Economic declines?
Existential remnants of permanent enclosures?
Deception and perfection are society's traits.
One we love, the other we hate.
It's sad how we can love one, but not the other
When really they both work together.
Society tells us that we need perfection
Perfection
Be on time.
Make no mistakes.
Do not cry….Smile so fake
Daily routine.
On the go,
Hide my feelings. Keep stress levels low.
Do your work.
The hours run into days
The days drone into years.
When will I finish this endless race?
"You are going to succeed and do great"
"We all have such high expectations"
My family brims with pride.
To be a thing of staggering perfection,
Unlost in a crowd of typography,
But not to the masses of passerby,
Rather to one specific soul
Who sees a light in dim, dust rooms
I am a dystopia whose fault line you are just waiting to fracture,
Splintering me into chaotic shards,
The world tells me on that sunshine tulip-coated poster:
“You must love yourself before anyone can love you”
Perfection is key and the standards are locked
We are all forced to be birds of the flock.
No sorrow or pain,
No fortunes or gains.
A life where your memories aren't your own
But some broken and cloned.
The monster inside me is winning. I tried to hold it off for so long. My strength is winding down. This battle is won. I am messing with love. You love her, and I cannot control that.
Girls wear make ups to enhance their beauty
Yet this lady’s face is composed of just simplicity
She wore dullness in a judgmental society
And those harsh remarks led to no anxiety
For centuries
The world lived under the assumption that nobody was perfect.
There were pretty people
There were gorgeous people
And even some beautifuls in there too
She had so many friends
No doubt, no worry'
People said they would love her to the end
But she was in too much of a hurry
Often ran from her problems
But didnt run enough
Different we all are
Similar we appear to be
Perfection is a star
An unreachable image we can see
A personal paradise…
Something we’ve always craved for
A perfect world so nice…
Beauty is more than what appeals to the eye
It's more than a hairstyle, an outifit, or makeup
Beauty is what lies within the body, mind, heart and soul
It is not being a size zero and exposing your assets
Sometimes words fall from my mouth like a waterfall into river, rippling from letters into waves of sentences forming long lines of poetry that carry through banks and across deltas, a never ending string of love letters that will someday reach y
I do not see your physical body
Your physicality is beautiful beyond measure
Your personality eminates frequencies of joy beyond conception
Your character stands tall with virtue and honesty
BAD?
Girls this generation call their selves "Bad".
What is the real defintion of "Bad"?
Is it your greatest imagination of perfectioness in physicality and mentality?
It is hard to define
Perfection
Still, society struggles to be the reflection
Perfection
A smiling face
Being like a beacon
From the crowd
Tired eyes and sad looks
Dominate the room
Gloomy looks dull the area
A smile. A smile!
Shining like polished gold
I'm "that girl".
The one that everyone wants to be.
All the parents point at me.
I have the great grades.
Looks like I've got it all made.
I'm blonde and blue-eyed.
Feelings of imperfection line the path leading to
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Change.
With perfection, metomophosis is unnecessary,
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It's a feeling of suffocation
weighing down on your chest
inability to breath
inability to ration
tears continue flowing
"You're not good enough."
"You will never make it."
Feeling good, oh so perfect Maybe the pain was really worth itPassing through my depression Set aside my aggression Although it returns so abruptly It passes by, I don't stay stuck B
am i okay?yes, im fine.
inside me, the demons are screaming and tearing at my soul
but im fine.
feelings of hopelessness and fear and anxiety are building up like briks
but im fine
Everywhere I look,
Time is passing by.
I wish I could fly away,
From all of it.
Pressure all around me,
But does anyone really see,
That I'm screaming on the inside?
Could you in that dense mind of yoursHave ever dreamed a world so greatSo filled with beauty and passions
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.
I can talk about overdosing on a 50 milliliter injection,
and if love is the drug, then the only side-affect is rejection.
A dose of love can cure though, while hate can be lethal,
I've alwasy thought they looked nice,Almost friendly.How their limbs are stretched upward,Like they are worshipping the sky.Always trying to reach and touch it.
Looking in the mirror
Hoping to see clearer.
All I see is bad,
It's making me mad.
I have to put on makeup,
Right when I wakeup.
Im trying to reach perfection
Begin the dance.
Lock the door.
Put on the mask.
Shape the curls.
Brush on the paint.
Plaster the smile.
Look in the mirror.
Look away.
Begin the dance.
Knock on resolution
but where is your heart
it should be with mine
progress over perfection
take it one day at a time
Join my revolution
just open up your heart
change is never easy
My reflection gives me a disappointed glance
As I stare back at my appearance.
I take a peek inside my head
It’s not the orderliness
It’s the knowing.
It’s the knowledge of how
Many tiles coat the ceiling
Of the lab on the third floor,
How many stripes are on
The rug of his room,
I am told I should not fear Perfection-
I should not fear it- for I will never reach it.
colors of the World are painted about Her
Searching back with open eyes-
Two syllables. Seven letters.
A small word in the vast English language
That causes agony, resentment, hostility, and sorrow.
Why do we include such a destructive word is our vocabulary?
I can't believe I found you.
What a blessing you've been to me.
You're everything I've ever wanted
And I'm so glad I came to see
How truly wonderful you are-
That I'll never forget-
It’s a disease.
I can’t help it.
I have to be right.
I crave perfection.
I am not a know-it-all;
I just like to be correct.
Music is like a cell phone
You can speak through it and send a message
It does not matter what tone
As long as it can manage
Music should not be used to just entertain
Or be a tool to receive money
Don’t look at me like you expect something great.
I’m tired of being called perfect.
I’m tired of pretending your right.
I am not perfect.
And don’t you dare tell me otherwise,
Because I despise
I'm just dying
To be perfect.
Whatever it takes,
Will be worth it.
Can I please,
Be enough for you?
I'm stumbling, trying,
To make it through.
And pleasing everyone,
NOTHING will ever be good enough.
Teachers compliment me on things I've written,
telling me that the power of my words
"You make me feel, You make me feel, You make me feel.."Perfect.And if I'm perfectly honest I can't help it.All my attempts at being disaffectedAre utterly demolished,When faced with your affection.
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,
I write because
The connection from my brain to my hand
is Stronger
than the one from my brain to my mouth.
And when my hand moves across the blank page
It pours passion right out of the pen.
You can only touch half of me,
This half,
This side,
You can touch.
The rest of me
I hide inside protectively,
Guarded,
By a shell I constructed of insecurities.
Be yourself
Dont let anyone tell you cant be
Express, love and smile
Thats my style
Pink, green, red and blue
Let out all your emotions with color that are inside of you
Somewhere there someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life is worth while, so when you are lonely, just remember its true somebody, somewhere is thinking of you.
That’s not quite right.Just a minute too slow.That’s what they tell her,As if she doesn’t already know.
Since the beginning of time I have watched
Watched humanity crash and burn
The Egyptians, the Sumerians, the Babylonians all built toward the sky
Beneath the lonely starsSurrounded by uncomfortable silenceNot knowing where you standTrying to keep your balance
Honey,
You’re beautiful
Never Settle for less; your value is too high.
You’re perfection just the way you are.
Don’t mess that up.
Don’t wish to be anybody else
When you walk away and decide to turn back,
Is he already starring at you, or does he hold back?
When you open your eyes as you give him a kiss,
Does he smile at you, does he tickle your lips?
Society will make you believe
That you must be something to succeed
Be smart
Do art
Catch a shark
Get high marks
Society puts pressure on you
To create perfection too
Your skin as soft as silk
The color glows like a star –lit sky
Warm, caramel essence
Awakens my soul, body, and mind.
Perfection is a myth,
With an ugly twist.
You think you've got it made,
When you're only playing a game.
When the tower falls,
And the cookie crumbles.
The facade will fall,
So, I had a friend in Middle School. She was perfect.
So damn perfect that it hurt to look at her sometimes.
She was smart, she was funny, she didn’t hole up like a snail when she talked to boys,
Every day is Halloween.Put on my costume,Put on my face.Double check, Triple check to make sure I look happy.
The clichés are on repeat: life is rough, get over it.
Deal with it. It always happens to everyone.
We are imperfect like a circle drawn by a blind hand.
My heart skips every time I see you.
My pulse races when you’re in my presence.
I feel like my love for you is so true.
I think of you even in your absence.
Poetry is pointless.
I mean, if I can get my point across frankly and succinctly, why bother with form and rhythm. Time is scarce.
That used to be my view.
That was before I met you.
Fair Maiden, Could This Be
“I come from a battle,” He started
“It is far from this land
I fought valiantly but it was in vane
For I had lost, I had to give my love to the victor
Her rays dance to warm the Earth, swerving and dodging in and out playing hide and seek with the clouds. Her eyes scan the room, bobbing and weaving playing peek-a-boo with the crowds.
The worst feeling in the the world Is feeling like you're being forgotten, Like you're love is not enough, Like you're not needed. But worst than that Is feeling like there's nothing you can do to change it.
... they say love heals all wounds..i say it hurts .. i've seen proof that it works.. they say love is blind... but i see it all the time.. no need to wonder she says love has made us stronger.. the more we love the more we hurt ...
As a young boy when I first got a glimpse of thee
I felt as if I had an epiphany.
You gleamed and shined
As if you were of something divine.
I spent much time with thee-
How to be perfect? No one quite knows.
The search is forever, the answer unobtainable.
Why do want to obtain it? That's how our mind goes.
The quest is forever, the prize unavailable.
Judgmental comments float about
As abundant as the air we breathe
Criticism being thrown at us by society
The pressure of being beautiful, intelligent, flawless
Who has the right to define these words?
Day by day I face an internal outcry that rages
My mind never silent
I dream word of worry
I wake with panic
Day by day I am forced to face life in an undeveloped body
I am judged for my emotions
I’m ugly
Don’t look at me.
No one wants me,
I’m just
A fat
Bitch.
I only wanted
To be pretty.
I bet she doesn’t need
To suck in her stomach
Like I do.
She’s so
Skinny,
Eyes like Storms,
Secrets churning in their depths.
Emotion; chained.
Encased in glacial stone.
Arrogance incarnate
In his Golden Crown.
Athena’s blessing
Behind his brow.
I flew from circus tents
into the great unknown Blue.
My feet were stained with the yellow
of the desert—
still wet.
It took one leap
for the white wings I keep folded away
(only showing whispers
Again, the mirror on the wall
torments me. “You are wrong.
You have no reason to live.
Leave and go away!”
Mirrors
Look inside.
Telling You what to Be--
Perfect...
Perfection
Define it.
Put Yourself into that Place--
Beautiful...
Crippling in its expectations
Deadly in its pursuit
to attempt it is suicide
to achieve it, impossible
the most unreachable goal
the most common all the same
claiming sanity, even lives
Who started this trickery?
This ever shrinking waist
There is no debate
That skin and bones is not why men fantasize
But you say and you starve
Perfection is what you are aiming for
Clothes in the front
