I don't care about getting it right anymore
Give it to me all wrong
I'll take it
I don't need to be the bigger person anymore
Shrink me down to size
I'll be it
I don't wanna feel special
I just wanna feel good
I don't mind my imperfect teeth
I just want a reason to show them
Don't change a thing about those crooked bones
Just lay them over mine
Don't shed a tear from those awkward eyes
Just focus them on mine
You are balding on the back of your head. I sort of like that.
You drink more alcohol than you should.
Your eyes grow to twice their size when you are excited.
You have four dimples.
You smile with your entire face. I really like that.
You have a body sculpted by the directors employed in Hollywood.
Your scar under your chin helps remind me that you are perfectly imperfect.
You will forever be: my prominent “what if”, my greatest regret, and my favorite “almost”.
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You have a smile that could light up a stadium.
You sing off pitch to my favorite songs. But I do also.
You chew the inside of your cheek when you are nervous.
Your dancing needs work. We could take classes together.
You lie a lot.
Your father is your best friend, and I would love to meet him.
You are going to make a difference in this world, but you don’t realize that yet.
However for now, I know you are the one. The one I cannot have.
I am a worthless, stupid girl
Who doesn't deserve to be loved
I am an ugly, ungrateful girl
Who cuts to take away pain
I am a disgusting, unwanted girl
Who needs help, but won't ask for it
I am an imperfect girl
Stuck in a perfect world
I am me
But I'm not proud
The way you speak is poetic
I get lost in your words
I lose track of time
When I watch your lips
form every beautiful Rhyme,
as if they were
to kiss my skin
(a thought I dream of)
the way you move
couldn't be described
just being written
every thing about you
might be imperfect
but not to me
my mind will wander
but it will never neglect
the thought of your
poetic lips on me
My first full poem in a while. Im trying to get my spark back
You are desire,
you are foolishness,
you are a fire,
you are utter bliss.
I want to give you everything I am,
I want you to hold me in your hands,
I want to be yours.
But most of all I just want you.
But I am small,
I am weak
I am not noticeable at all,
I am not what you seek.
You want strong
You want someone that can't do wrong,
You want perfect
And most of all I'm imperfect.
In those moments
I gave you everything I had
Laid my past bare
Everything I had, I shared.
Showed you my imperfect past
Somewhere a part of me hoped
To scare you off.
That you would say "this can't last."
Turn around and walk away
Without looking back.
But you stayed.
So then I told you my hopes and aspirations
Shared my dreams and wishes
Let you in on the imagination
Of my idea of heaven.
Which now includes you.
attack the known and un known fear waiting to strike a death blow to confidence, progress or achievement, lift up talent"s voice . let the world know who you are, come out of the valley of the shadow of death. never let opportunity escape your grasp. jab daily and knock out failure.climb hills of disappointment with the the very best inside seek the high ground never the low. be teachable to life"s lessons.listen to elders but go further .stride toward the farthest horizon with God leading each step, arise from your bed of unbelief and walk let your talents be stubborn and unyielding to defeat, swim past imperfect and not good enough climb out of the crib of woe is me God made you for greatness no life should be tongue tied by fear.
Alone and imperfect,
companions fool him
with visions of short distance.
The moon and the stars
Alone and imperfect,
companions fool him
with the false reassurance of honesty.
Man and society.
Fans turn
Slowly in the
Zoo of humanity
As the mime
Acts out injustices
Society imparts
On the helpless.
Who lives in a
Black and white world?
Where one can simply
Be
Fantastically impartial
To imperfections
And provide
Equality
To the meek
And mild imperfect
People.
Southern summer nights
too hot
swimming in a sea of humid
drowning in a pool of sweat
and sweet tea.
Sweet tea like syrup
dark hazel
filled with ice
cubed and perfect
from an imperfect freezer tray.
Frizzy hair
glistening skin
from a dull sun
tempered by an Atlantic breeze.
The moon shines full
lighting the scent of the summer night.
Honey suckle, hydrangeas, cotton textured
dandelions like parachutes against the
black night sky
is a southern summer night.
