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Marisa Lu Makil Aug 2015
God made me loving
So I would love everyone

God made me broken
So I could make sure I never break someone else

God made me hurt
So I could heal others

God made me anxious
So I could learn to trust

God made me motherly
For those who don't have one

God made me uncoordinated
So I would know that balance
Is not always physical

God made me compassionate
So I would know his love for us

God made me faithful
So I would know what it's like to be betrayed

God made me insecure
So I could tell others that no one is perfect

God made me human
Flawed
Broken
Anxious
And uncoordinated that I am

So He could prove to me
That He is stronger than my ups
And
Downs.
Jerielle Lasac Jul 2015
I'm an image of actions and floral words
I could be a poem in another world
They hymn when someone strums the chords

But I am no image of someone in the history
I'm a poem more likely not to rhyme
A music unlikely for the ears

I'm the three lines on the expected four-line-poem
The disappointment to the words at the end
A sound you will not recognize

I'm an art made of flaws
Made in time of burn and fire
Maybe to dust I came, to dust I'll belong

A hypocrite of my own
My thoughts betray me more than my words
A sinner who creeds at night, whole but shattered

But I am graced, making me beautifully flawed
The novel that may leave you warm yet hanging
Like how I am built with good intentions and wonders
We all think if we were the pretty girl with the pretty face
We would be more
Having long shiny perfect hair
The perfect shaped eyes
Perfect cheek bones
Perfect skin with no freckles  
Nice body
Perfect perky *****
Nice shaped *** not to big or to small
Im not that girl
Im the girl with untamable curly frizzy hair
With eyes that are set to far in her face
Cheeks that turn red when I'm nervous
The girl with freckles all over
With a flawed body
The girl with tiny *****
With a big ***
Wide Eyes May 2015
With a frustrated sigh, she decided to wash her face,

The soap could seep through her flawed skin.
It could carry away with it the filth and the dirt that had gathered on her face through the day.
The gushing water and the bubbly soap could do wonders, but

Could the soap seep through her flawed mindset?
Could it carry away with it the desolation and the loneliness that had gathered in her heart through the day?
Her gushing passion and her bubbly persona could do wonders, but

She pulled her hair back with a frustrated sigh, and decided to wash her face.
Dhaye Margaux May 2015
I know
I always make mistakes
I will always be flawed
I don't deserve anything

But God whispered to me
I deserved to be loved
And I believe in Him

Because I know
He knows I do love
I do..
Samantha Mar 2015
I say don't let failures define you.
Let them shape you.
The most beautiful ones are the flawed.
Chloé Mar 2015
constantly regretting
never sorry

rarely happy
always smiling

never alone
yet forever lonely

often hungry
but barely eating

- eternally broken
Dhaye Margaux Feb 2015
I know I am flawed, but I love you so much
And I see you perfect for me to fill my gaps,
My imperfection needs you, my coat is your touch
In your arms is where I need to collapse

Heaven is my place when I am with you
My flaws are like necklace to my subtle skin
But to you it's okay, seems you wear my shoe
Your love makes me flawless and perfect within.
Perfect love
Haley Jan 2015
I notice so many problems with myself
And I wonder how anyone
Could look past all of them
And love me regardless

Why would anyone choose
To love me
And not only accept these flaws
But welcome all of them into their heart

Because I see all of them
And wish I could get rid of them
Because they weigh me down
And I'm worried nobody will love me

Nobody has seen these flaws
And decided they outweigh the good
Is there not enough good in me?
What if I'm unlovable?

Is there even someone out there
Who could find it in himself
To love me with my uncountable flaws
Because I can't find it within me

So many people have tossed me aside
Why would anyone want to pick me up
And decide to love all of me
When I can't even love myself
Towns are shimmering,
gleaming like Christmas lights,
illuminating the midnight sky.
Kerosene and oxygen, Congratulations
for an excellent performance
on the roofs, windows and walls.
Parties were thrown to celebrate life
by destroying everything that was venerable.
Tussling with each other
on whose new growth to enforce.

It was then, when **** hit the fan
that the people finally gave a ****.
It always has been this way, history repeating itself. Let's try to break the cycle, move on and let go.
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