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Makenzie Marie Mar 2019
You can love someone with your whole being.
But if they don’t bring you peace
Or offer the most important things
You’ll be left longing.

But Hold to your hope
Don’t let go
You deserve someone who makes you more
Than who you are alone
More
Of who you are at your core.

You deserve a home
Without a hole.
So if you’re missing something,
That isn’t coming,
Maybe It’s time to let go.
Empire Mar 2019
Hide it
Dress it up
Frost it with sugar
Wrap it up with a bow

But when you look underneath

We’re all jmulbed                              mesSes
We lie,,,       hUrt.?,              wounD/

                 SomETimEs      for FUN!

SomETIMes bEcaUse wE’ve                  


                  been </broKen> so loNG#

We don’t know
what else to do.
Maybe it’s normal to feel like a mess
emeraldine087 Mar 2019
We are infinite
because our actions,
no matter how small,
create ripples through
eternity.

We are immortal
for we have the
heart that can love
without end.

We are invincible
because our spirit
has no constraints,
no boundaries,
no limits.

*(c) emeraldine087
Nylee Mar 2019
It is magical
when the nature creates the world
So perfectly imperfect
That I, a misfit, can fit right in
mel Mar 2019
but maybe
it’s a beautiful thing
that we can never be perfect
maybe in fact, there is bliss found
in the idea that there is no limit to
being more of something we want
or less of something we don’t

maybe humans arrived
with the purpose to be
perfectly imperfect

so that as we grow our awareness
to the expansiveness of our souls
we quietly choose qualities
we want to be more or less of
throughout all of our lives

to be more compassionate
to be less ******* ourselves

i mean look at us
already carrying so much
so much worthiness and beauty
but still always wanting to be more

and i don’t think it will ever stop
i don’t think there is a limit
to what we can ever be

so in a sense,
in our current now state
we may feel imperfect
as we think of all we hope to be
and know we aren’t quite there yet

but isn’t knowing
there is more to see
more to grow
more to know

isn’t that
what we came here for?
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2019
Often things go over my head
Miss subliminal meaning in words said
Am I really stupid because I do not understand
Innuendos the rest of the room can?
I will be the first to admit I'm unaware
There is more inside my skull than empty air
I remember when I was able to rely on my gut
When I wasn't always asking "what?"
Nowadays I am constantly left out
I am never quite sure what you're talking about
In the dark I am kept away
In a room shaded black and grey
Silence locks truth up tight
Concealing it out of my sight
Everybody is in on the most public joke
Except me beause I'm too blind to see through the smoke
I hope you don't think I'm stupid for asking questions
I am intelligent I just don't pay attention
My gullible nature may make me a breeze to trick
But the fact you see me as a target is sick
Sometimes I get the punchline too late
That doesn't make me a less suitable mate
Sorry for every embarrassing thing I have said
I don't know why but things too often go way above my head
I hate feeling like everyone is in on some joke that you don't get
My mirror only shows me
My imperfections
Soon enough
My imperfections become all I see
It's so hard,
to be the perfect daughter
to be the cause of their laughter
to be the sun in an endless black sky.
It's so hard,
to be a good example
to always be the shoulder to cry on
when all that you want to do
is just ******* die.
Why do we title things? Why do we have this innate sense that feels like it's forcing us to just choose a name, no one really gives a ****?
a M b 3 R Feb 2019
tears like sleeping pills for the sleep
slashes for stress relief
thoughts for scaring oneself
broken keys and pitches
for the melodies one can’t sing
broken mirrors
and—
i hate me
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