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Mama earth Jul 2019
Love Craving
Red Flags Waving
Together we are Changing
Lacking correct Training
Experience Gaining
  My life he is Saving
The struggle is real.  Sealing my poetry is not worth your life.
Olivia Daniels Jun 2019
You seem to be infatuated with it.
To you, the picture in your hand
is perfect and infallible.

I'm sorry to inform you,
your picture is faded
and torn around the edges.

It can be hard to see, unless
you pull it from the shadow
then hold it to the light,

but there's imperfection everywhere.
Sun spots and water marks
cover bits of the figure in the frame.

It really isn't worth as much as you thought,

but I hope you'll consider keeping it.
It looks good hung up on your wall.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Empire Jun 2019
I suppose
In my sudden
And terribly jarring realization
That I am, in fact, human
I was struck by how utterly terrifying
Being human is
And not just fear of mortality
But the understanding
Of what I am capable of
And I’ve since learned
That once perfection is no longer an option,
Everything else becomes
Horribly intriguing
Ritz Writes Jun 2019
Pretentious smile,
I wish I could drown myself to sleep for a while.
Silver jubilee ringing,
yet afraid of the dark.
When the night haunts and loneliness arrives,
I'd still cowered in terror, hidden under the blanket
Like a broken mirror with shattered glass,
All the gamut of emotion laid scattered with each passing memories and bygone days.
"Don't you dare to speak.
Don't you dare to rebel.
Don't you dare to resist."
Else the shame and label of Traitor would be hung on your image for decades to come.
I Spoke, I Resist, I disobeyed
Not in the eyes of God
But in the eyes of men and women who couldn't find flaws in their own life.
And finally rejoiced to embrace the black dot in the perfect delusional world of normalcy.
“If you look for perfection, you'll never be content.” ~ Leo Tolstoy
Emily May 2019
what if
you took a step back,
saw your life as
the work of art it is,
made beautiful by
tireless perfectionism and
ultimate lack of control,
treasured creations and
unseen shadows,
internal battles and
conflicting thoughts,
all together striking
balance,
contrast,
a wilderness of
human intricacy?
Judith May 2019
2nd
Second feels like that sense of euphoria
when I’m with you,
but I’m sure you make everyone feel that way too.

Second feels like watching you;
oblivious and slightly vain,
a thousand eyes set on you.

Second feels like loathing me;
Naked, bland, completely ordinary.
How I wish I could be like you too

Second feels like a worry.
Knowing they’d pick you
because we are all planets orbiting you, the sun
and no one looks at Pluto
em May 2019
the biggest battle
is the ones that we fight
for ourselves
and against ourselves
imperfection
unnamed May 2019
Up in the trees,
Wind in the air,
Doesn't get much better.
Living without much care.
This was written while I was in a tree btw
unnamed Apr 2019
miss a few beats,
mistime a jump.
make a mistake-
it's part of the fun!
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