"Perfect" is not a state of matter or being

It is everything

"Perfect" cannot be defined as a state of flawlessness
Yet cannot be defined in itself as flawed

it cannot be defined

it is a contradiction
A paradox

To an extent, perfection is infinite

Yet it is
so pure
So sinful
So complex
So simple

So finite

Perfection is not a material state

Nor is it a mental state

It is not a state at all

Perfection has no meaning

It's just a word, after all

YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL

YOU ARE SELFISH AND
AND

AND YOU'RE STUPID

AND YOU'RE AN INGRATE

AND YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE POETRY

AND YOUR FEELINGS ARE NOT AS PROFOUND AS YOU WOULD LIKE TO THINK

AND
AND
AND

YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE THIS WAY

YOU'RE WEAK

JUST

*******

DIE ALREADY

YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING AT ALL*

--

he breaks down to his knees,

he thinks he should be crying but the tears will not come

he sits for a while, empty and trying to quiet down his mind

he lies down,

one phrase in his head a little louder then the rest of all the noises in the world

*"you
are
not
special"

GIRL

THIS IS WHO YOU ALWAYS WILL BE

GIRL

YOU CANNOT ESCAPE IT

GIRL

YOU WILL NEVER BECOME WHO YOU WANT TO BE

GIRL

WHY DO YOU TRY TO FIGHT IT

GIRL

GIVE IN TO IT YOU SILLY

GIRL

THE WORLD WILL ALWAYS SEE YOU

GIRL

YOU WILL ALWAYS BE

GIRL

I see a little bit of myself in everyone I know

x

But I see so much of me in you

x

I wonder if you see it, too

There was a glimmer of an emotion still inside him but it was definitely not a good emotion.

He wondered if he should dig it up until he hit water or bury it with more apathetic personas.

"Why don't you write about me?"*

I can put any insignificant thing into words, why on earth would I want to do the same thing with you?
I could give you thousands of metaphors of love but it will end with broken hearts on the sidewalk
and I could give you hundreds of synonyms of happiness but it will turn to fear of being alone soon enough

you should now by now that
my writings are not the place for things that I love.


They'll get mangled and die.

Vain

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean it

Stupid

I'm trying to make you happy

rude

I didn't mean it

Why are you still yelling at me?

Self-centred

I'm sorry

harsh

Stop it
I'm really sorry

mean

Stop it
I'm trying to make it right

stubborn

Please stop
I can't take it anymore

selfish

Just stop it

idiot

Stop..




Why are you crying?
Why are you upset?
Why aren't you okay?

She dressed in floral sundresses as if every day was summer
She enjoyed ripping the wings off of butterflies
and burned daisies for fun

and the girl in the sundresses set fire to anthills to see them scramble out like criminals on the run

The girl in the sundresses drowned her pet mouse,
dried out her gold fish,
cut the wings off her parrot
and choked her snake with them

and I don't believe in evil

The girl is not evil, despite all people say
Why did she do it? I don't know
Did the victims deserve it? I don't know

The girl died a long time ago
Mauled by a dog  
Maybe that is irony
Maybe it is karma

She stayed up every night helping her little brother with homework
she said hello to the postman every morning
she baked cookies and offered them to classmates for no reason other than to give

She- despite all of the hurt -is not evil
She- despite all that they say -is not evil

and the girl in the sundresses doesn't deserve to be known
as a destroyer
as a killer
as a maniac

she deserves to be known
as more than just one word

'evil'

Stranger,
My words don't have a lot of meaning to you. Not now, at least. I don't know you. I don't know your struggles. I don't know if the cause was lost before it begun, I don't know if there's even a fight to be had. I know the amount of insignificant thoughts these words bring.
I don't know you. Yet.
I do know something that may help, though.
I know that if you need some words of motivation, and you don't mind how badly said they are,
You can turn here. I hope this is a helpful offer.
Have a nice day.

•

friend,
I'm glad you're getting better. I don't know how hard it is and I doubt I ever will, but I'm proud of you for getting better. I know glad to hear all of the good. I hope it lasts.
Have a nice day.

•

friend,
You seem very happy these days. I'm glad. I doubt I have a lot to do with that. You have a lot of good things happening for you right now, and I'm glad that they are happening. I wish that you would sometimes pay more mind to me, I understand that I am not permanent. But I wish sometimes you would act as if I was. Oh well, perhaps that is selfish.
Have a nice day.

•
friend,
Where have you gone? I haven't heard from you at all. You used to be everywhere. You used to be everything. where have you gone? Friend, I am worried. Me and so many others. Get back to me, to us. We need to know that you are okay. Perhaps it's just mistakes on my part, perhaps it's just me. I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience.
Have a nice day.

•

friend, I'm so relieved. I was so worried about you. I had thought the worst, I had heard what your lover had done. I was appalled. But I was mostly afraid, dear friend. I know that you are not as strong as you would make-believe. I was worried, friend. I was so worried.
I wonder why you let us worry, sometimes.
Have a nice day.

•

friend,
Why do you never write back anymore? I'm starting to wonder if these letters are more of a bother than act of friendship. friend, is that true? Perhaps you are just not getting them. Perhaps it's the post office. That's probably it. friend? I hope that's it.
Have a nice day.

•

friend,
I haven't heard from you in weeks. Please reply.
Have a nice day.

•

friend,
Does this matter to you anymore?

Did it ever?

•

friend,
Just talk to me. ******* it, just give me piece of mind. Humour me. Just let me know. You are important to me, friend. You are very important. Do not act as if my words mean nothing. They used to not, but now they should. They really should. Your words mean everything to me. You told me, friend. You promised me that my words mattered. You helped me realise they mattered. You made me see that I have effect. Don't destroy that. Don't destroy the person you helped build.
Please, friend.

•

Stranger,

I hope you have a nice day.

Letting go
Of things
That never should have been

Strike a match
Light up
Old photographs

Happy faces
Stuck forever in
Better times

And those times
Are gone
Now

And she
Is gone
Now

But without
Her
I breathe

And without
Her
I live

She is not
Here
Anymore

And when
I lit up
The photos

The feeling
Was not
Gone

The feeling
Simply made way
For new things to feel

And I
Will move on
Away from her

And she
Away from me
Will move on

And in
The burning memories in front of me
I found peace

sat on a bench in dusky darkness
notepad and cigarette in hand
far too enthralled in my own creative genius to realise
I got ash and cinders on my trench coat
a small grey hole pierced the sleek black look I was going for
and when I smell burning
I look down and sigh

now how am I going to get people to think I'm deep?

I FOUGHT ******* MY MISGUIDED QUEST,
GOOD GOD I FOUGHT SO HARD

WHAT A SHAME THAT A BOY BLINDED BY NAIVETY ENDED UP DESTROYING EVERYTHING HE HAD THOUGHT HE WAS SAVING

I FELT EMPTY AND NUMB WHEN ALL MY FOES HAD FALLEN TO THE GROUND
****** AND DEAD

IS THAT HOW A HERO IS SUPPOSED TO FEEL?