"I am in love with you.

it's strange to say such a thing without hesitation, but it's also brings a feeling that's indescribable. There's always been the thing where he ignored me when he was with other people, or when he took books from libraries and never returned them. But you, there is absolutely nothing that is not pure perfection and it terrifies me. There's nothing I'm more afraid of than you. you are the glue that holds me together and your arms is the place I call "home", but you are what I fear most. bizarre isn't it? it is so extremely terrifying because as much as every atom and part and vessel in your body is perfect, and though all I do is work on myself and work myself to go a little faster, move a little longer and push a little harder I won't ever have even one flawless feature. my freckles look like little spots of dirt while the slightly darker spots on your skin look like gorgeous constellations in a night sky full of stars, and my face has always been accompanied by a tad of chubbiness but somehow, You have a perfectly sculpted face complimented by your porcelain skin. I'm terrified because I won't ever be the flawless thing
you think
I am."

We are all part of someone's dream, a realm of the universe unseen.
We displease, we heal, we unveil the hidden and yet all that can be seen is what is heard....
       disregarding all lives that were formed for a moment in the limelight that was never owned.
Some call themselves flawless but the notion in itself is full of flaws and we remain untouched by the obvious.

A woman draped in a black hooded dress
Softly and slowly the coffin she caress
She is here for the death
She is quiet bereft
The tears slide down her flawless face
Cheeks a pink rose tint, lips blood red hue, there's no disgrace
Her hair is raven colored, she is nothing, if not grace
Her healing hands over her face she places
Her gut wrenching anguished moans can be heard for miles
She falls to her knees in the aisles
Behind her closed eyes she sees every moment of this life
The microseconds of happiness the years of anguish and strife
She cries and wails for a life lived this way
She moans and sways
For in that coffin is where her life lays

******* was he beautiful.
Everything about him was.
For him it came naturally.
He was flawless in everything he does.

******* was he smart.
He seemed to know everything.
Passing every test with an A.
Treated by all the teachers like a king

******* was he kind.
Treating everyone with pure love.
Knowing the struggles of life.
It's like he was an angel from above.

******* was he funny.
Knowing just how to make me smile.
The feeling was amazing.
Just laughing with him for awhile.

His parents loved him dearly.
Knowing they had the perfect son.
It helped him succeed.
While still making sure he had fun.

What a shame this boy seemed to lose himself.
What a sad story to tell.
Because behind that perfect smile.
He was caught in the deepest part of *hell.

Yes, I know
She's prettier than me
Yes, I know
She's cuter than me
Yes, I know
She's stunning
Flawless intelligence
Yes, I know
You no longer love me

Created by perfection,
Not from without but with great intention,
Physically,you're flawless.
From your toes to your face,
Upto the longest strand of your hair,
Believing this may be a great dare,
But its true,
Its true that the flaws flow from within you,
Not your body,physique or biological make up but the mind,
And to this notion;most of us are blind.
Accepting and loving yourself the way you are,
Makes you shine flawlessly like a star.

Tis, she is,
The rose
Without Thorn's.

She wrapped
Mine heart;
In petal's adorned.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( dedication)-Filipino rose