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Srishti 2d
Some people say,
"I wish you were
taller"
Some people say,
"I wish your nose was a
bit bigger."
Some people say,
"I wish your lips were
smaller"
Some people say,
"I wish you were more
creative"
Some people say,
"I wish you were more
Intelligent"


But I say,
"Your Imperfection is also a
perfection for me
"
I think if I were a boy so I would impress all the girls. Being a girl and writing poems like a boy is  thrilling to me.
Arna May 17
Be thankful to your parents...
Be grateful to God....
Be obedient to your teachers....
Be there for your friends...
Be available for any help....
Show gratitude to everyone you meet....
As everyone has their own perspective and policies....
Some may teach us how to behave and rest about how not to be....
There will be many to give advises on how to behave...
But it's important to learn from the one who is imperfect and show them your version of being perfect!!!
"Gratitude isn’t about having everything — it’s about seeing the beauty in what you already have."
An artist cries the most tears,
For art is a painful thing.
I wither my fingers to bones,
Perfecting every line of poetry.

I want it all to be perfect,
So much it starts reflecting onto my life,
The way I walk, the way I talk, the way I care too much.

Yet I am not perfect,
I'm afraid I never will be,
All this trying,
Is killing me.
Emery Feine Apr 21
There’s maggots in my eye
Bugs where I lie
And dirt suffocating my heart

What once was beating and red
Is now decaying and dead
And you say it was all my part

Is everything I’ve ever done
Withering the golden sun
Is it all my fault?

I’m not perfect, though I should
Don’t you know I’m no good?

You tell me you care
That you’ll always be there
No matter where
When or how
My heart is a thumping drum
You make it the snare
Anger and a flare
Touch it, but you dare
When, now?

They blamed it all on me
And so if that’s what they want me to be
Sweet, they know I never could
So “dangerous” is what I’ll be
you dont get it, you just dont get it
Heavy Hearted Mar 15
From the first awakening to the sighted's sleepless death-

We're bent under times unbearable weight, between these events two,

I wont lose something beneath heaven's breath, worse,

Than the reluctant, peculiar, perfection of you.
Left my body so it seems
Zee Mar 5
Broken, Flawed, Imperfect.
People live among us.

Perfect,flawless, immaculate.
People live half alive.

As they try anything and everything.
To sell you a dream.
To gleam and shine.

To light up the screens.
Of teens who see.
No harm in the dream.

That being anything less.
Than them is wrong.

You have to shine.
Like they do.
Sell fake news.

Start a trend.
Make an impression.

Just don't be flawed.
In the way you speak.

Don't look broken.
Hide those eye bags underneath.

Your hair can't be imperfect.
Not a strand out of place.

Smile,gleam and shine.
The way you were always.
Influenced to.

Not a foot out of place.
Otherwise we won't allow you.
In this space.

Now fake a smile.
Won't you?
Writing doesn't pay,
My father wished for a son who could write anyways.
So I see that's what he got,
Though I think he wanted movie scripts and monologues,
Not random rhymes and songs.
Alas, even when you wish,
You never get quiet what you wished for.
I think he wanted books not this.
ibraheem Feb 24
I was never yours. You were never mine.  
We never held each other. You know me not.  
I acknowledge you whole, yet I know fractions of your entirety.  

I want to hold you close.  
I want your perfections against my skin, printing on me.  
Even better yet, I want your imperfections on me.  
Stain me with what you call imperfections,  
colour me black with them.  

Tear me apart—with effort.  
Make me yours, for life.  

Let me carry your imperfections,  
of which they hold no weight.  
Let me carry the weight of your perfections.  

Let me pave the road of us.  
Maybe your print will be missing from the first miles of it,  
but your print is everlasting on me.  
And on the road—who can carry the burden of us together?  

A road fractured the instant we met.  
Parallel worlds.  
I fall into a world where vividness falls short of the eye,  
another where light meets colour,  
and my eyes meet you.  

I was never yours—  
or so you say.
nidaa Feb 24
if imperfections make art,
the skin and your face is anything but art,
but i can't find any better artwork,
then yourself.
but then you're not created by humans,
but by God,
whose creations are perfect as they are.
No matter
how much!
you refine or extend
perfection retreats
a mirage with no end~

~Perfection's got no end~
Perfection's got no end!
I am trapped in an endless loop of perfection.
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