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5.6k · Feb 2013
Imperfection.
Matalyn Nelson Feb 2013
You!
You are imperfect!
(surprise)
You you you and you.
Every single one of you cheerleaders.
Every princess and every nerd.
All the little muscles and big muscles.
The mothers and fathers and lovers and celebrities and billionaires and actresses and models, too!
Every single human on this earth is imperfect.
But guess what?!
That's what makes us, us.
You. Me.
All of us together in one jumbo mess of oceans and ethnicities. It's beautiful and ugly and difficult and spectacular all in one breath.
So stop hating your imperfections and your "almost there" 's. We have them for a reason.
Flaunt that imperfection, babe.
527 · Jan 2013
Puzzling; our society.
Matalyn Nelson Jan 2013
There are pieces inside of everyone;
some lovely, some genuine, some tenacious, some sad.
we all have a name, a future to claim,
yet we sit back and wonder why the other got it first.
why is he or she or whom or him better than all of us?
are we tired? are we unintelligent? are we less than golden and successful?
who, I ask, are you not to be?
it isn't the clothes you wear nor the walk you walk.
It is the talk you talk amongst the gossip; standing up for a soul and showing you are brave to be hurt.
The more you push the less you have to give.
So push every day for the rest of your life.
And someday, someday you may be who you are to be and your pieces will collide and mesh and form something wonderful.
451 · Feb 2013
Eyes of stone.
Matalyn Nelson Feb 2013
Black as night,
Dark as hate,
Deep as oceans,
Big as sun;
They mock me,
laughing in anger,
smiling at my sorrow.
Twitching ever so slightly,
I imagine even a glimpse
a slight light,
emitted a twinkle
or a star
of contentment.
But then it disappears,
a fragment of my
imagination.
They are pools
into the past:
hiding all their
good times,
memories,
love,
underneath.
340 · Jan 2013
and like that, he left.
Matalyn Nelson Jan 2013
it wasn't long
it wasn't perfect
but I knew that it was final.
goodbyes didn't even place
a part or a piece.
we just..stopped.
and just like that, he left.

he left.

he left.

— The End —