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Mandla Wa'Ntima Apr 2019
When She Was Perfect
Sinless And Humble
I Found No Toe-Hold
By Which I Could
Cling onto Eve.

But When She Was
Tempted By Her Flesh
Humbled By Her Sin,
And Redeemed By Her God

I Could Shout,
“O Sister Eve, Can We Have A Dance?”
Esther L Krenzin Apr 2019
Don't discard me
like a seashell
with a blemish
yes
I'm cracking
of course
I'm crumbling
no amount of polishing
will sand away the bits
of me
you'd rather not deal with

Again
and
again
I am picked up
examined
and thrown away
always falling short
never the right shade
or shape

Forlorn
in the sand I await
unable to unsee
everyone
but
me
being chosen

One day
as the sun sets
I let myself release the childish
dream
that I was enough for
them
that they were enough
for
me.

-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
Atelophobia: the fear of imperfection. The fear of never being good enough.
ms reluctance Apr 2019
Once upon a time,
my skin was skin,
splendid,
as long as I kept it clean.

Now I’m told
by the TV, internet, and magazines,
my skin
needs plumping,
brightening,
smoothing,
anti-wrinkle cream.

The mirror
used to show my reflection –
it served a purpose
like a toothbrush
used to maintain oral hygiene.

Now a mirror reflects
not just my visage
but judgement;
flaws
that need fixing.

Now I’m the clingy lover,
insecure, as I hover
two inches from the glass surface
that is less fragile
than my self-esteem sometimes.
NaPoWriMo Day 11
Poetry form: Free Verse
Jay Lewis Mar 2019
The sun beams dry up my teary face,
I'm worn out trying to seem ok.

and It's ok,
that I'm not ok.
Jay M Mar 2019
Imperfection;
It's all around,
So beautiful,
Yet some seek to destroy it,
To make it it's opposite;
Perfection.

Perfection is praised,
Thought of so highly,
Alas, it doesn't exist.

Not one thing in existence,
Or even in the imagination,
Is or ever can be this illusion;
Perfect.

People try to be perfect;
Try molding themselves after one another,
Or after their own little fantasies,
Yet none of it will ever come to pass,
None of it will ever be as clear as glass,
All of these people; they'll fall to their ***.

One, yet many,
Loud, yet quiet,
Void, yet whole...

- Jay M
March 26th, 2019
All of this from boredom and a single word....
Eddie Feb 2019
Humans, like all animals are flawed.
It’s ironic that our strongest weakness of all, Is the fact that so many refuse to admit it.
Difference makes us stronger
The glue to our society.
Every curve, edge, scar and dimple.
These are not imperfections, but evidence of the fact we are living
You are the one I see the world in.
You.
The world would surely be slighted without your existence.
Every single human life has value.
More than gold, more than all the money i’ll ever have
More than my own innocence
I look in your eyes and I see stars,
I gaze upon your skin and I witness Van Gogh's finest creation.
You may never see it in yourself, but It was present from the day you were born.
You refuse to see the beauty in your own imperfection.
There are some who say a child’s angelic face is closer to perfection than there ever will be
When I was young, carefree and filled with wonder
I saw a world filled with magic and monsters
I chased fairies in the garden, disguised as bright red ladybugs.
In each morning of fog, I would stretch my arms, and pretend to be one of the undead, here to consume all the candy I could get my hands on.
I saw a kind hearted king in my dad, smiling down on me from his throne
When each day came to a close,
I would come home at night, and tuck myself in, snuggling under my covers but unable to sleep.
I was forced to listen, as my parents exchanged harsh words to each other, barely muffled by the paper thin plaster of my room.
I could never understand why.
Why, In my perfect little world, would my parents fight?
Reality crashed down on me that day.
This was but beginning of the loss of my innocence.
As I grew, my bitterness grew with me. Each thin tendril pulsed and throbbed within me, pushing poison into my veins.
My mother, father, they weren’t the people I thought I knew
Suddenly all those monsters made my house their lair
One, an exceptionally large creature kept residence in my heart
Resentment.
It ****** me down, like a whirlpool, touching everything, tainting the very ground I walked.
One day my mother, approached me.
She had this look in her eye I couldn’t quite place.
Guilt? Pain? I will never know
She pushed me gently to my room, taking a seat at my desk.
She looked me in the eyes, and uttered these words “i’m sorry”
Those two words, I needed them, as a fish needs water.
I needed to know, that despite the hurt and the neglect, she still loved me
That day I realized what it means to be human. It means hurt, pain, mistakes, and so much more. But I’ll tell you, picking yourself up again, continuing to keep trying,
That, is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. We are human. Gloriously so. Who would we be without our flaws? It takes courage to fix your mistakes. But it takes so much more to embrace them. I looked each of you in the face, and I give you my hand. Take it.
Ramón Mar 2019
It’s not your beauty that excites me, but your ugly truths that opposes it

It’s not the time we share, but our moments apart that makes us appreciate the time given

It’s not the rhythmic step of our heartbeats that binds us, but the stitches woven into the rifts between us that proves to be strong

Your accomplishments, attributes, and aesthetics surely accessorizes your artwork, but it’s your woes, worries, and war wounds that has sculpted you into a figure too complex for marble

Your blood is as intoxicating and velvet as a rose, but it’s the thorns that puncture that allows the blood to seep through

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but it’s your hidden blemishes that keeps my eyes searching

Love is blind but somehow you still caught my eye

The sun rises and the night falls all in the same day

So why can’t I love your beauty and your flaws in the same way
waffle Feb 2019
hiding myself
in oversized shirts
not letting any
defect get out

my mistakes
rumbling down
to edges
wanting to get out

imperfections
glued into my
clothes wanting
to stick out

they are hidden
for a long time
but now i am
ready to wear
tank tops
and short shorts
bikinis and or
dresses

i am bare
i am naked
and
i am proud
Akshi Hargoon Feb 2019
You are a work in progress
Stand tall and be proud!...... WordsFlow
My quote. We all are imperfect in some way
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