Pigeon
Pigeon
Dec 9, 2014

What does it say about me, then, that to make life would take mine away?

People don't like broken things
antxthesis
antxthesis
Jun 16, 2015

I don't know what it is,
But something's missing
Something's missing from me
And I think that's you.

I feel like a defective doll
One that won't operate without being tuned
One that won't laugh
Without unless you put in a battery
I'm like a mute that won't sing
Unless given a tune.

And that tune, and that battery,
They're you.
And I miss the day we spent basically the whole day together
I miss your presence
& I can't help but feeling
Defective without you.

#love   #you   #doll   #defective   #sprung  
Also, that I have a defect
Jem Tatlonghari

You think you're perfect?
Well, I think too
Also, that I have a defect
Which might be you


(j.t)

#love   #defect  
Kaitlynn
Kaitlynn
Sep 15, 2014

My life is imperfect.
I have been in quite some trouble lately,
making mistakes that may define me to the outside world
Saying goodbye to my rock collection
embracing a new part of me.
My life has been close to a disaster
I am my own terrorist
Ive been filling these days with incompetence and stale memories
My life has been infected and flawed,
but I am happier than I've ever been
right here,
in this defective life.

#life   #change   #defect   #flawed   #mistakes   #disaster  
I am a social defect
Nameless
Nameless
Jun 16, 2014

I am a social defect
...
others can perceive me differently
some think
I might change
But
when I don't
they call me strange
...
Some say I'm mad, sad,
Oh, and wickedly BAD.
...
But I can't tell
cause I cant control
the way humans
perceive me
...

WistfulHope
WistfulHope
Sep 27, 2014

infected              neglected             rejected
defective           perspective          protective

My favorite color is blue,
Unless it's on a computer screen.

My computer barely works and it makes it hard to work on projects digitally.

Sometime after I rise,
swathed in a yellow tide of sun
my body turns against me
and my brain becomes undone.
Every capsule in the morning
that slivers down my throat
kills she within me.
She is the one
they call hyperactive,
defective,
loud—
—the reason why I hate myself,
the reason why I frown.
Amidst my self-love speeches,
I've learned the truth behind
this science—
if every morning I take this pill,
I can finally suffocate the one
whose made me ill...
My mortal enemy;
my natural self.

v.g

I'll come back and improve this later.
#love   #self   #pills   #hate   #drugs   #anxiety   #adhd   #meds   #defective  
 
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