One mug- earth
2 tablespoons Cocoa mix- people
1 cup boiled water- society
1 mini marshmallow- me
1. Place the mix inside of the mug.
2. Pour the water into the mug, and mix it until the cocoa is completely dissolved.
3. Drop in the marshmallow, and continuously dunk it into the scorching hot water until it dissolves.
4. Enjoy perfection!
to fall in love with a poet.
How strange it would be
writers of darkness who share their nonsense
in passionate form.
I'd fall in love with a poet
to dream with her
of what could be.
Oh to dream,
of one who understands me.
Is it you miss poet,
is it you
who understands me?
And I felt myself crumble
Because I knew I was not so
You are perfect,
Perfect for me,
You are everything I could ever want.
And I felt myself
Become whole again.
Seep upon the illusion of vanity,
As your true morality contested.
While all things fall asunder,
None reach perfect atonement.
Such struggle is but divinity of being human,
The tested fallacy in full glory.
In those imperfection lies heart of human kind,
And ridged expectation flow with the wind,
For all things do come to an end.
That precious moments define us,
And our flaws prescribe to center of universe,
For night sky are basked by infinite wisdom.
All things are illumination of life,
And there are no regrets,
But lost ether alone amongst the celestial plane.
There are no perfect universe that cradle our senses, but why would we want to clone who we are, knowing imitation is a limitation?
My beloved, tonight it is beautiful, the grey clouds are hidden,
the red ferns glow, and the crystal stars shine like your earrings.
Now upon our balcony, let’s dance, my beloved, let's dance, let’s feel
the wind speaking over our fingers as it fills up the rivers in the sky.
Now over the thousand rivers and star crystals in the air,
let’s hang our dreams up like Christmas lights,
Until we have one of many of memories tonight.
So make room for your feet, and taste every feeling,
So you can be set free,
So I can hold on and see your love for me,
while I lift you up into ecstasy.
Now dreams rise over like the wind and shine so easily
but time falls quickly, and worries fall away so slowly.
So let the rage of your fears dance around and under your legs.
For the world is falling asleep, quickly becoming one cloudy dream.
So let tonight be our castle in the sky,
Drawn by colors of glory and memories,
until we fall apart so freely.
Let this be our blue mountain dream,
down a wild river of wonder,
until we feel the everlasting earth, let's dance forever, my beloved, let's dance.
They've had to go.
I know, they couldn't stay here with me
I know, they had to go.
I remember being children, and my friend Aidan, he said,
"Of course we'll be friends til we're dead."
Must have been somewhat true, cause when we parted a part of me died.
And since I've had a hole form inside.
And now that I've tried to slowly fill in the gaps with all of you.
I've noticed I can't do it, it's not about what I do.
It's been about the connections I've gained and collected,
the type of connection that's strong on both ends and perspectives.
And from my point of view I'm still here and all alone.
Never thought I'd lose until it was gone.
Sometimes I just want to hurry to the end,
as if erasing myself will make my wrongs perfect again.
We live by the words "be perfect don't fail"
About us we should see what that reveals
We obsess over numbers on a scale
Expectations are set by these ideals
When did portion sizes become so small
It's hard to think of but needs to be said
Put my health first vs. do I care at all
A constant battle inside of my head
Strength and will-power silence the voices
My body shaming can finally stop
Pushing myself to make the right choices
In this battle I will come out on top
Because the exact moment I give in
I'm choosing to let society win
A perfect world that doesn't exist
A perfect world waiting to be found
A perfect world where peace prevails
A perfect world leaves everyone astound
A perfect world has no light
A perfect world has no dark
A perfect world has no arrow
A perfect world has no mark
A perfect world without any wars
A perfect world is without crime
A perfect world has no sorrow
A perfect world just waiting to be mine
A perfect world contains no bodies
A perfect world contains no souls
A perfect world is just a lie
A perfect world is death, untold.
The hunky lad passed me smiling.
I sat and wondered what he was into.
I spent the next short time whiling.
Did he like the same things I like to do?
Was it possible he’d find me beguiling?
Or was I just a romantic Ford Pinto;
A bit of data barely suitable for filing?
Not worth a kiss let alone a good screw?
Thus run the silent mental maunderings
Of a fool with little else but fanciful wishes
As he went about his chores like laundering
Dusting, vacuuming and washing dishes.
Dreams like those of a damsel in a castle
Drug me away from the drudgery of the day.
And helped me not see life as a hassle;
Instead it made my mind a place to play.
If fortune could send a lucky handyman
To fix something I didn’t know was broken
I could think it was a very dandy plan
And that God was sending me a token.
Almost like a voice was whispering to me
Everything is gonna be okay, my child.
So go ahead and celebrate giddily.
Your life is will soon go from mild to wild.
Oh yes, I would sing and dance in joy
Around my tiny rent-controlled home.
God was going to send a perfect boy
So he would never again need to roam.
He could stop here in his sexy travels
And I would make him so glad that he did.
He could stop pounding the gravel;
Just stay with me, almost on the skids.
I’d serve him chicken from the Colonel
I have lots of coupons I’ve set aside.
Maybe he’d like something from McDonalds.
I would set the table with great pride.
And I would make sure there was wine
By the lovely gallon, here for him to drink.
If he wanted a more inexpensive kind
He wouldn’t really even have to blink.
Yes I would make a lower-class heaven
With our modest Rent-a-Center stuff.
I’d do the scutwork twenty-four seven.
I do it all now, it is nothing that tough.
He would only have to love me madly.
Life would be a fairy tale for both of us.
He’d consent to stay forever gladly;
Life would be simply, totally marvelous.
We have this fantastic flaw
Where we like to remind ourselves of every way we've ever failed
My friends are so perfect in looks it drives me mad
Why is he so much smarter than me in math? How does he not make
the stupid mistakes I do all the time?
How can she be so funny and hold such great conversations with him
when all I can do is laugh uncomfortably?
I wanted the solo, but no. My hair isn't long enough, I don't have the body lines,
I can practice but it will never be as good as what some are born with
My little rows of words will never ring with the same beauty as some here
That's supposed to be what I'm good at, and there she is doing it better
Procrastinating again? No self-control, spoiled girl, wasting time and space
It's hard not to hate with a list like that
But remember that someone somewhere is looking at you and thinking the same thing
That you are prettier, funnier, smarter, have a better laugh, a better heart
That you are more than they are
That they are the failure and you've reached perfect
You should listen to them
and to yourself
and then ignore them both
You don't need the validation anymore than you need a constant list of failures
running through your head
Of course it's not that simple to cover your ears from the inside but
You have to try
Live for authenticity
You deserve more than the label of only failure or success.