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Lyn-Purcell Sep 22


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"Can you be flawless?" you ask me.
"So you love me less because of them?"
I reply.
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Take me as I am...
Pluck me a rose
with missing petals.
Pluck me a rose
with a broken stem.
Pluck me a rose
with flaws.

Pluck me.
A rose.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 4


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The Earth sings as water coats,
both whispering with secrets
and languages long lost.
And upon both glides two
beings born on land, made
of water
Both are transient,
come death, they are vapor
while one's of ***'s water,
the majority are from
the Devil's
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Seeing how we are made from water, and when we die we return to the dirt,
I can say we've all had our angel and demon moments.
No man's perfect after all.
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Lyn x
They loved each other like there was no tomorrow
Their kisses are full of love and passion
Their hugs are warm and comforting
Every breathing moment was for the other.

A relationship that's almost perfect
Oh yes, another almost.
Just one big flaw, a secret they are
Lovers behind the curtains.

They show their passion behind the eyes of the outside world.
Their image is being protected
Yet their love is collecting small dents.

Beards are occuring
Fake relationships to cover up what's really happening
They wish to be lovers publicly,
but their forced to act like bestfriends.

They show hints to those who are really looking.
Those who can see the small gestures.
Those who acknowledge the stolen glances Those who see through their longing gazes.
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Poetic T Jun 13
My view of the world
           through rose tinted glasses.

I hope that we can pick up roses
      hand them to each other
rather than point weapons upon
                       brothers & sisters.
But a rose is a sour beauty
for even thorns can bleed
              deeper than a dull sword.

We must speak to each other find
             solace in others humanity.
For words can heal rifts that started
                 long before we were born.
But syllables latching on to the misgivings
                      of insecurities can wound.
Like papercuts on the mind,
        speaking to the shallow cradles swinging
        in a hateful wind of whispers flawed.

I wear glasses that I take of every now
          and then, I have a idealistically flawed
view seeing the potential of us.
But knowing we can fall harder
                                      than when can get up.
Simra Sadaf Jun 7
she is an undeniable calm amidst chaos,
a lone rose of the wild,
a strange serenity in a calamity,
her words are like sugar,
sweetness you crave for,
she is like the air,
you can not hold it in your hand,
but it is everywhere,
she is a walking beauty,
the sun's rays gleams on her cheekbones,
her perfume smells like innocence,
of beauty she is the quintessence,
as long as you have her,
your heart could never be empty,
with gorgeousness through and through,
she is flawed in all the right places,
freckles like constellations across her face,
forming Cassiopeia, queen of vanity,
how perfectly fitting.
KM Hanslik Apr 18
Melt the bones of things you drew up
in a world where everything was different,
in a world where secrets
are kept, and permanence is just
an abstract philosophy.
Keep the sticky warmth near
your skull. Let it seep into your vocabulary in phrases like
better safe than sorry, but never question
whether or not you believe that.
Tie up your heartstrings and drag them against
the jagged edges of maybe this is just the way things are, lose your youth before
it devours you. What could be more mature than
alcoholism and unhappy marriages?
Dress this up in terms of winning and the good life, but notice
how your fingers still shake and the clock
isn't stopping. Peel back your eyelids in case
you miss the sunrise again, stop putting everything off like you have
forever to come to terms with all the lives
you've led and all the bodies
piled in your wake.
You don't.  
Take these thoughts out of their cage once
in a while and ask them,
what becomes of all of us when we face
what we've done?

But when the answer rolls off your tongue and bleeds
into your mouth
make sure to count yourself among
the carnage.
She looks at you and see's all that you can be
So much beauty in his pain
She can see right into your soul
Eyes piercing deep into the depths of it all
She see's all your flaws and still loves every broken fragile piece of your frame
But she too is broken...
When you look in the mirror you see her reflection staring back at you
Reflections of your future
Though you both are broken
You both mesh together to make this torn beautiful symphony
Our imperfections is what makes us perfect together
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