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Secret Poet Dec 2015
I love the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about things you enjoy with such passion, and I absolutely adore your crooked smile that you have recently decided to grow fond of because you're trying to learn to love yourself more.
I also find it very attractive how you stutter and start looking at objects around me every time you find me starting blankly into your gorgeous green eyes to distract yourself from knowing that I'm looking at you.
I know you hate when people look at you, and I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I just get so lost in your starry eyes. How do you not know that there is a universe inside of you darling?
There's a universe inside of you.
Alyssa Torres Dec 2015
She stuffed up her bra, puckered her lips,
massaging the ache that came from her new hips.
Her stomach had been tucked, her ***** uplifted,
her calves replaced with something unfitted.
Hey eyebrows drawn on, her contacts unblinking,
"This is my new face", she thought without thinking.
Inspired by the song 'Mrs. Potato Head', by Melanie Martinez
Cody Haag Nov 2015
I have a boundless amount of imperfections,
And I confess them, profess them,
Reveal them, show their stem,
And for that I'm condemned;
Viewed as ugly, terrible, unbearable,
Seen as bizarre, out-so-far, marred...

But wouldn't you say I'm perfect in a way?
You hide your flaws, keep them from day.
Yet I pay, because I WILL say,
What flaws in me lay.
Please read with enthusiasm and power. :)
Grace Jordan Nov 2015
Funny when your own head is a double edged blade, huh?

I seem to find the imperfection of days to be the most beautiful. The goofy moments, the little mistakes, the figuring things out, the unexpected.

But those same moments sometimes lead me to the nights where I lay down with a little chip on my heart and concede, "Not all days will be beautiful."

I'm happier. I'm stabler. I must concede things are better.

So why can I not concede that I will never be perfect?

These days I end like this sometimes hurt much more than the ones I give up on. These are the days I did all I could and just accept defeat at the end of the day, knowing every day isn't perfect.

Why am I such a starving perfectionist that even stability cannot sate me?

I hate myself when I do this. When I keep on pushing and pushing my own mental ability until I crack. If I push harder the stability of my mental wall will not strengthen. It will only crumble all the faster.

I am never satisfied. I am selfish. I am wrong. There's this darker side to this pure, bubbly girl I show the world. The monster side. The side that I can never be pleased with, and the side that makes sure I can never be pleased with anything else.

I know this is one imperfect day with one imperfect night. But its hard not to be scared that this is a descent into darkness once more. I'm so scared of the dark by now. Please don't make me go back for too long.

This day has been long and disappointing and imperfect. But I just wish I could hate it a little less.
Jade Welch Nov 2015
This point of time will be forever kept
Inside my mind, forever and a day:
Your greasy hair dragged cruelly by the wind.
Your mountainous nose, that gets in the way.

You do not speak the way you really should;
You speak the same as an old foreign man.
You hide dry skin beneath that tired blue hood -
To be with you would be no sane man's plan.

You're not a pretty sight which is a same
You shall never be a beautiful dame
But, oh, I love you, darling, all the same.

Your imperfections make you who you are:
A shining star not seen is still a star.
Inspired by Shakespeares sonnets! This sonnet is only 13 lines long, rather than the traditional 14 lines, just to make it as imperfect as the lady the poem is supposedly about, little differences to a traditional sonnet have been made, such as the 13 lines and some of these lines are not the traditional 10 syllables long.

I hope you enjoy reading just as much as i did writing it, ENJOY!
eunoia Nov 2015
i may not have perfect skin,
a perfect face,
a perfect body,
or a perfect personality,

but these flaws are what make me who i am,
and if you can't accept them,
if you keep trying to change me,

do you actually love me?
marcos Nov 2015
My words don't always have a meaning behind them.
But the words I project are my heart's solemn anthem.

My poetry is imperfect; a mess of paint spilled on a canvas.
Through the colors though, I was able to see a purpose.
Putting my thoughts into a stanza keeps me sane.
Putting my thoughts onto paper is the rainbow after the rain.

My ideas range from puppies to the way I was left alone.
From the time my first dog died in my lap to the thought of college loans.
You see, I'm not the slightest bit okay;
However, my internal struggles will lose to my positivity day after day.

I can't tell you my origins in writing.
I can't tell you why it is I can't ever control my thinking.
My thought process is so god-awfully in disrepair,
And maybe all it needs is a breath of fresh air.

I miss my first dog Boy.
I hate the thought of student loans drowning me in debt and having to deploy.
I hate that I can't put an intermission in my concert of agony.
I miss the many days of my boyhood when I didn't have to worry.

I realized my flawed poetry in the many times I reread my past works.
However, don't you dare tell me they aren't of any worth.
Chineze Nov 2015
Find my lost soul
It has wandered away in the deep
Help me Stand
These shaky legs have lost their grip
Strip my body
This tainted garment stinks
Engulf my spirit
Let your presence consume my guilt
Permeate my heart
That I may know surpassing peace
Stir up the dying passion
So men would glorify you for your masterpiece
I desire to stay
keep me for eternity
but if I try to run again
Please never give up on me.
Tomlinsonsgun Oct 2015
She is smart
She is hot
She is desirable
I am not

She trapped you
Thats everything she's got
She is perfect
I am not
Baylee Sep 2015
She sits with one leg
Crossed over the other,
Her hair is parted
Off-center,
But not enough to be
Considered a side-part.
Her smile is a little crooked
Because of a surgery she had
Years ago.
Her gait is a little awkward,
Especially when she runs,
And her hips aren't nearly
As wide as her personality.
She has a birth mark that
Most people would not
Say is aesthetically pleasing,
But regardless of her imperfections,
She is perfect to me.
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