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Desire  Jan 2019
FLAWSOME
Desire Jan 2019
WE ARE:

F ULL OF
L OVE
A ND
W ISDOM
S CARS

WEAR THEM FABULOUSLY.
XLV. FLAWSOME
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Inspired by my good friend/Marine: @justinebashour_ YOU ARE AWESOMENESS!!
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Turn your flaws into FLAWS, learning from experiences and responding to them accordingly and appropriately.
Maira  Apr 2018
flawsome
Maira Apr 2018
She's a blooming flower
In night mime, she's wild
The sunshine as her sign,
Of day she's gone.

Her light is bleaming
Like a star she shines
In twilight she blinks
In moonlight she hides

When darkness became her;
She's the night, a cat without fur
She naked and free
Yet the others won't like her further

She's as fat as the wind
In summer she blows
Like dark mush on an arabian sunrise
She's warm and she glows

She's flawful and detached
Like a bird, chirping at day
It hurt your ears but satisfy your soul
She's the sun's night owl.
You are you. You are unique.
Vaampyrae  Aug 2020
Flawsome
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
You are beautiful by your own right.
You are amazing by your own right.
You are brave by your own right.
You are flawsome by your own right.
You are you by your own right.

And no one else's.
Stay flawsome! <3
Alena  Apr 2021
Confession
Alena Apr 2021
Might think I'm ******* crazy,
'Cause I'm only circling in my little room,
I said "**** the exams", but truly say I'm scared.
I don't have any plan in life, I'm only baby,
But my mind is ready to war, and it's gonna boom,
I only want to break free and move to New York, but that's feard...

My sister says that she believes in me,
But I know that I'll make her blue,
Because I'm stupid little lost bee,
So I answer only "I believe in me too".
I know that this is hilarious to see,
But I really don't have a clue.
It seems like I had a glue,
But I lost someone who I even don't knew,
I wish I could say to her some things, just a few,
'Cause even my angel-protector left me, that's a blue.

My dearest friend once said "Your poetry is really awesome",
She didn't know that I'm only clown, but she's flawsome,
I really appreciate her words, but I can't make myself believe in it,
Because I think that I bring someone down and for that I need a hit.

Today I thought I was well done,
But when the sun goes down,
I think again about being gone,
Like I want to take a gun,
And take me brains out.

Outside I'm so cold skin,
But inside of me is an emotional bin,
You don't want to feel and see the things i've seen,
You don't want to know through what I've been,
It wasn't really a high quality scene,
'Cause now I want to feel
Anything else exept the fear.

I find my solace in my lyrics,
So that's how I talk to my friends,
But they don't give a **** about me,
And it makes me want to concentrate on the cheap beer,
Maybe that's how people will hear,
Because I'm tired of feeling ******* crazy,
I was born in the wrong time and place, I want ready,
So I'm just waiting to go to Father on the up,
Just to tell him about all the things that bring me on the top
To him.

And I can't stop writing this,
'Cause I want to cry, but I keep resist,
Feel like I'm in the cell, I'm beast,
Everybody watchs me, that's a ****.
Salmabanu Hatim Aug 2020
That's me,
Regardless of flaws,
Who doesn't have?
Awesome,
Cool with a sense of humour.,
With some endearing habits.
13/8/2020
V C Vaughn  Dec 2019
Irish Gypsy
V C Vaughn Dec 2019
I’m Irish-Gypsy lass I’m a bit different.
I’m a little wild. I’m a whole lotta rowdy.
I’m loud and sarcastic.
I’m an opinionated, passionate Redhead.
I’ve been called stubborn and times a handful.
Just to set the record straight I’m not stubborn I’m right
I am truly a handful but I’m also a heartful.
I have demons but I love hard.
And my love roars louder than any Demon.
I dance whenever, wherever the mood strikes me.
Be it the Park, grocery store, parking lot, my seat at the coffee shop.
I’m Irish like that.
I have the right to remain silent.
But being Irish I don’t have ability.
I’m blessed with the Irish gift of gab.
I like my Whiskey, Irish and on the rocks.
I like my cuppa tea like I like my men strong and sweet.
I like kisses long and deep.
I was raised with Irish proverbs, Tarot cards and palm reading.
I believe in God and the church.
And
I believe in the magic of the Faeries and Leprechauns.
I love the feel of moss and the scent of the trees.
I’m Irish-Gypsy flawsome.
Curves and sass straight whisky in a glass.

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