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A Watoot Mar 2015
A statue of beauty
Slowly being unveiled
By the artist so proud of his work.
Only to see that
Its clay arms melted
Along with his dreams.
Too bad people cannot see beauty in imperfection.
A Watoot Mar 2015
She's beautiful
She's cunning
She's bubbly.
She's like a Victorian figurine in the glass shelf of menagerie.
She works her way up
by telling the right words
at the right time.
She's impossibly perfect in every way.
I see her.
I can see her.
I'm not envious.

Because I saw her lie and steal in the presence of her perfection.
This is for the person who I should always keep my eyes on.  
She has been lying and stealing since day one.
Ivy Swolf Mar 2015
people remember not what you say,
but how you make them feel.
my words are not much, but
... they are all i have.

i've been cursed with possessing a perfect
memory. you are cursed with reading but
not understanding. or maybe i just can't
understand
how you don't care.

we are at once ill matched and perfect:
i remember both the syllables that fell
from lips, and the spirits they evoked...
while you remember nothing.
.. hello, thanks for clicking the continue reading button.
Katlyn Orthman Mar 2015
I find it ironic how most dystopian novels are about a utopia
A world created to be perfect because ours failed
A world full of control, uniformity, perfection, no reflection
No identity, no war, no lust, maybe lust. Maybe just lust.
Broken, failed, oh how this brave new world derailed
It's a mishap, a hit and a miss, a world full of "ignorance is bliss"
Hidden from the view,
Or maybe just hidden from you
Oh yes it's quite ironic how the perfect world is ours,
Which we find so imperfect as we stare up at the stars
And wish for a world that we could just be one
Because everyone belongs to everyone
Threw in some Brave New World references. Sorry if it's hard to understand I haven't slept in a while
Proviquis Feb 2015
I am
a loving lover when love loves to love me.
I am
the friendliest friend any friend could find.
I am
interested in interesting things that only interesting people find interesting.
I am
aggressively angry at anger itself.
I am
dreadfully dependent on a double dose of my drug.
I am
secretly sad, and always holding a sad secret.
I am
painfully imperfect.

But,

I am
Me,
and Me is the best I will ever be.
Embrace your imperfections
Gul e Dawoodi Jan 2015
What's inside your heart,
Is a secret between you and God,
You hide your flaws from the world,
By wearing a mask of peace and love ,
Waiting to be understood by someone,
No one knows If you are crying,
But you can't hide it from yourself,
flaws  are  meant  to  make  you  perf­ect ,
God wants you to throw the mask away,
To let them see the real  you ,
Because for your God you are Perfect .
"Your flaws are perfect for the heart, meant to love you. "
You don't need to be perfect.
A second infinity is revealed in the reflection of our minds
And the imperfect imitation is far more beautiful than reality
We have a way of twisting what we know
To become something greater
Something more precious
Something so intricately weaving together randomness that it reaches a new order
Some call it art
Others call it madness
But surely it cannot be named
For it is beyond understanding, but makes perfect sense
It is beyond believability, yet could happen to anyone
It will never die, it allows us to see past death
It lets us comprehend further than our senses allow
Never try to eclipse it
Never try to hide it
Never try to restrain it
Eclipses always end
The hidden is always found
The restrained always escape
Allow it to breathe
Let it take in the air and produce something magical
Permit yourself to delve into the depths of your mind and pull out something absurd
Let creativity grow
Imagine yourself a world
Adrian Jan 2015
Oh how could I be...

How could i be your perfect man.
who meets all expectations and fills the desires of your heart.

How could i be selfless without doubt.
That i do not think of myself for 1 second.

How could i be the man you had dreamed about. Fulfilling every fantasy you had made.

How could i be blameless before you. Not a speck of dirth in my records.

How could i be your perfect man. I'm trying.. I'm trying hard. To the point of losing myself. I tried hard. But i keep losing.

Losing because i couldn't be perfect for you.
Dena Jan 2015
This society is plagued by the search for perfect things.
But as I sat there doodling with my finger on your spine,
I realized one of the most perfect things in the world
Is often the imperfect boy, with messy hair, asleep in your lap.
When you are afraid to move him
and to love him too much.
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