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Anya Jul 2018
Should I
Put
               every
                             little
              scrap
out there
Or
Should I
only allow the perfect to take up the spotlight
This can be interpreted in many ways but when I wrote it I was wondering if I should only show people the poetry I found worthwhile and keep to myself the rest or just reveal everything that came to me. This could also apply to how much of one’s true self to reveal to friends.
Tristan Brown Jul 2018
Imperfection is a blessing
Imperfection allows us to be better
Every single day

So be better
Steven Bowman Jun 2018
Maybe I’m not so perfect,
It seems I’m not smarter.
You’ve made my world it,
At times it may be harder.

All I’ve wondered for is you,
You’re my lover until the end.
Just I hope that loving is two,
Because she’s my great friend.

Just don’t wish for the hatred,
Loving you might be a chapter.
Think about us for the positive,
Maybe I think before and after.

Maybe I’m not so perfect at all,
Just can’t stop wondering of her.
She’s everything, I’m at her call,
I may not be perfect, not dumber.
Jo Barber Jul 2018
I have as many flaws
as there are stars in the sky.
Mine are not nearly as beautiful,
yet I love them just the same.
SoVi Sep 2018
Skin
Deep

Touch me once again
Make me feel alive
Before I lose myself

There's no point in trying
If I can't feel myself
Human or not
The texture is not the same

Can't get up
                     Can't get up
                                         Can't get up
                                                              ­Get away from this dream
                                               Won't give up
                        Won't give up
Won't give up

Won't fall at the seams
As my skin falls apart
Softness reveals the truth
Sticky bleeding wound

If I tie myself up would you feel the stitches
My flawless skin now permanently blemished

Please don't falter
Tell me I am still soft
Please lie to me
I want to feel the same
I don't want to feel the weight
Of myself becoming nothing

Inside I am pink and delicate
I don't want to fall apart

Skin
Deep

Don't touch me friend
I am too afraid I'll bleed
I am just too fragile
Like shattered glass
End up hurting myself instead



© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Inspired by the song Skin by Grimes
faa Jun 2018
Face painted with shades
Makeup various in tones and hues
Your face themed in diversity
Often like warm sunsets of gold
Or with the shades of midnight
I saw you, concealed with glamour

Your figure dressed sumptuous for guise
In tux-suits, silk cuffs and dress shoes
Tresses fashioned simply to envy
Not a single imperfection on display
In dressing, makeup and looks
I saw you, concealed with glamour

Your dainty and painted self suddenly
Was purely wiped clean of colours
The blends of sunset or midnight blues
Now, with constellations of acne across your jaw
Dressed in simplicity, cotton cheap clothes
Hair matted with sweat on your temples
Your face now completely bare in form
Lacking glamour, all imperfections on display
I saw you, now exposed of your true-self
that I adore, more than any side of you
you are all the most beautiful without glamour and makeup <3
Madisen Kuhn Jun 2018
you are not a hospital room
you don’t have to keep everything
pure-white and sterile

you are ugly red clay on the walls
covering up your bruises with
pink cotton-candy fluff and
bright yellow smiley-face stickers
that you saved from first grade
living out of your car
and calling it a slumber party; sleep-away camp
far away from the monsters beneath your bed

you don’t have to paint your cheeks
with roses, leaving out parts of you like
a mad libs story we played to pass the time
on long car rides to the coast

we can sit in silence
while the world around us buzzes
with all its uncertain chaos and
my soul will find yours
in the space that rests above
this mess of existing
from my book, 'please don't go before i get better'
read here: http://bit.ly/pdgbigb
Jackie La Guerre May 2018
I’m not perfect, I’m not strong, I’m not alluring, I’m not bearing fruit, I’m just a little tree trying to grow, I’m not funny, I’m not brilliant, I am just a little tree trying to grow in the middle of the forest all alone! I’m just the wind blowing in any direction I please! I’m a lost cat frightened with no friends or family, I’m just an ordinary empty shell.
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