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When my foolishness
Turned into wisdom
I was in love

Even the sunset
By the evening
Held my flaws

There was certainly no way
I could have left
Without a burning heart
Paddle amongst the dark
Masked shadows clasped in sharp arches
Explore your flaws to experience more
Question conceit as preachers reach deep
Shots drawn before dawn
Chasing bright sunlight gilded aside
Brought up to rise again
Our lives repeatedly warned of descent
Air still warm as we sit forlorned
Sleight of hand connections tight
Observe the signs confined in mind
Silent whispers guided from behind
Focused awe channels through us all
Do we care to share energy
Too few view the transference of form
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  melted caramel stirs in her eyes
cauldrons of burning passion
   her wicked old veins pop out
      of her legs, rivers of wisdom
         gained from books and time
      her teeth are painfully crooked
   some lean east, others lean west
flawed, but oh so beautiful to me
   like her heart that bleeds berry juice
      bitter at first, then sweeter than life.

M.A.L is short for my grandmother's name { initials } ;]
eli Aug 24
i don't even know
if i'm truly healed
or i'm just distracted
with a new set of scars

tho i realized
they are not just flaws
they are pieces of me
for without them
i will never be
the same person
i am today  
for without flaws
i may look perfect
but i will have
no substance
i am on my way to fully embracing my flaws.
TyeniWrites Aug 6
Even with your flaws
Even with your imperfections
You are still very beautiful
Himaanshh Aug 1
defined by
my flaws,

my imperfections.
If you were absolutely perfect, Would you even bother to even think of working on your flaws..filling the cracks...melding the pieces? What would that make you? Would you grow?
I used to say;

Every inch of my body is flawed.

My arms are the misspelling of words everyone expects you to know;

My stomach is the lucky lottery numbers of addicts and the poor;

My legs are rivers that flow endlessly, but flood all that dares live next to its edges. The water pours over and into the houses of strangers like it was always meant to be there. Only to wash away lives and leave destruction.

The freckles on my skin etch a pattern ‘ugly’ as delicate as Charlottes webs, only these designs were never meant to save the girl. They were meant to break her.

A story of hatred is told on my face, one of a torn castle and all in its wake. The royalty inside have all faded away, and the beauty I once saw could no longer stay.

Every inch of my body is flawed, but these misspelling arms take comfort in temporary words.

Maruko San Jul 9
when the darkness kiss the light goodbye
my pain and sorrow
starts to say hi
with the tears streaming down my cheeks
letting my pillow acts as the basin
of my sorrow
letting the moon be the witness
of my aching heart
And letting the darkness
Comfort me through my sadness
I  cried my way out through the night
Until hours passed by and I realized
It's now sunrise
And it's another day to put on my mask of lies
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