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In a gallery of abstract art,
I ponder the concept of perfection,
Lines and colours swirl and dance,
Imperfect yet mesmerising in their reflection.

Beauty in chaos, flaws that delight,
Each stroke a story untold,
Perfection is but a fleeting dream,
In imperfection, true beauty unfolds.

The canvas speaks of endless possibility,
An ever-changing, evolving art,
In the imperfect, a glimpse of perfection,
A reflection of the human heart.

Done by: KCG
The weakness I see in you that mostly affects me represents the true nature of who I might be, it's those parts of myself that I don't want the world to see.

But why should I judge when it lives at my core, am I strong enough to admit I'm not that person anymore?

Why should I judge when I am the same way, I've just learned to hide it in broad day-light myself on fire to be born again free from fear, prejudice, and shame, so I can stand before you and look you in the eye to accept your weakness for they are also mine.


Done by:KCG
To accept the the flaws in others is a form of healing.
If you can't be anything else in this world, be kind.
The perfect condition for things only exists in books and fairytales

For life Is like abstract art, imperfect and beautiful with harmonious synergy.

Perfection exits in the mind and not entirely on the physical plane, for the inner to bring forth the outer harmony must be present.

Done by:KCG
Build a perfect mind for any imperfect circumstances and you will trive
In the meadow of a still mind where the green grass grows, watered by positive thoughts that's where the real beauty shows.

The flowers attract the birds and the bees, life is truly beautiful when one is at ease.

In the meadow of a still mind where the waters are calm, only then Can you see the true form, running so smoothly but always running deep. In the meadow of a still mind, there is no defeat.

Done by:KCG
Be still and be free
TheBlackPen121 Apr 2022
Why do I write? I write to share a part of me the world has never seen, I write because writing is in my genes,
I write to share my experience so people know that they are not alone, I write to comfort and give broken souls a home.
I write not for fame or recognition because I know that's not my mission.
I write to let my little voice be heard and free this little bluebird that has been trapped in my heart for so long.
I write to alleviate my melancholious state,
I write to empower, I write to educate, and most of all I write to preach love and not hate.

Done by: KCG
Blessed are the creators
TheBlackPen121 Jan 2022
Change is evident and that is true, but it's also the hardest thing one can do. With change our true potential shows, to embrace the pain which is needed to grow; like metamorphosis, the caterpillar to a butterfly, for the butterfly to live the caterpillar has to die.

Done By: KCG
We must sacrifice something for the other
TheBlackPen121 Jan 2022
What is this feeling in my chest?...this unrest… this blissfulness?
Is it that feeling that I thought I would never get?
Is it that feeling I tried to bury and forget?

It is that feeling, and you made me remember,
With a kiss of your lips, I surrender; I dive deep so let's dance under the water because when I'm with you it's like nothing else matters.

Done by:KCG
To have the fire in your heart rekindled is such a beautiful feeling
#pj
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