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To see and hear only perfection in them.
To lose all sense of time.
You see them and instantly are happy.
When you talk to them it makes you never want it to end.
And to look at them and think, "I love him or her so much, id do anything for them."
My friends... This is what it's like to fall in love.
kier Oct 2020
"my body is tired with torn hands
I want to be perfect, more and more
but nothing changes, it only ever hurts"

"when will you be happy?"

"never... I live miserably,
wanting to work myself to exhaustion
waiting for death's release of this worthless vessel
that hates me deeply
perishing underneath dirt and pebble
no one will want me, need me
I will be forgotten and my ideals of perfection soon to be rotten"
Sergio Gonzalez Sep 2020
There’s something in your eyes
That yells out to my soul
I tried to reach perfection
Only to end up on the down low

I missed the point of living life
Living more than material things
More than the chase of hopeless love
Past all the little things

Past the bad moments in life
I tried to find an answer,
To the emptiness in my heart  
Sometimes I wish God could talk back to me
But in the good moments
I’d ignore every single advice given to me

We are all alone
But that’s not necessarily bad
It’s in these moments
Where we find the answer
To who we truly are

RunRunRun
To find your peace
Time is a blessing
So use it wisely
I hope you take these words with gravity
S H Violet Aug 2020
I don’t care how intelligent
I sound with my words,
I just want you to know
how I feel.
Dante Rocío Aug 2020
What wonder with
Poetry in Prose,
and
Prose in Poetry,
those two together
made at
once,

what Art is that
whilst those
trespass borders
of what’s cognitive and not,
my true form of wording
and existing
being
as that!

That is a feat,
mingle those two together,
make one fluent into train of events
by the other
and the other make
the former
an extravagance
that should reign
on us!
The most forming way
of expression verbally
and not!

And what experience would that be
if we took under account again
the spaces
and
the “Enter” key
between verses
in a classic poem structure,
to think how that changes
everything and what
respect it demands
in each line
differently!
The creation of a person made both
From the flesh, the Yin, as Prose,
From the essence, the Yang, as Poetry
Is the greatest feat
Which bears translucent
Survival of perfect Life of an Apprehension
In a beaten-up reality
Hammad Aug 2020
The sun rises and sets
everyday
with no delay
and never gets tired,
slows down,
takes a break,
Or stands still...

when the stars, and the moon
glitter
or dip on the horizon
so those who are gone
astray
can find their way

The rivers and the oceans
never go dry...
there's a strange force
that drives
the tides and storms
Heaps of wonders and secrets
nestled within
thier depths
for those who seek the pearls...

Dear humans!
Have you pondered yet?
how beautifully
the hummingbirds
can fly forward,
backward,
and upside down...

There's a perfect rhythm
in everything -  that exists

so when they say
it all started
with a chaos...
I always wondered
How could
a mere disorder
give birth
to the perfect order that we see?
Perfection is what you are when you don't compare yourself to anyone.
Lane O Aug 2020
I love you
not just three words
that float from my tongue
to your delicate ear
do not cast them aside
they are not mundane
nor spoken in vain
they reflect your perfection
your beauty, my world
bask in them
feel their radiance
like warm fire
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