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I look in the mirror and what do I see, pure imperfection staring at me, curiously wondering, wonderfully curious at what new imperfection I soon will be. I've found it's important not to be perfect not replace imperfections for better or worse. it's when we make peace with our faultless defection that godly perfection starts getting to work
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Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
stevejeff
faultless
I look in the mirror and what do I see, pure imperfection staring at me, curiously wondering, wonderfully curious at what new imperfection I soon will be. I've found it's important not to be perfect not replace imperfections for better or worse. it's when we make peace with our faultless defection that godly perfection starts getting to work
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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 π’Žπ’š 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 π’ˆπ’π’π’†? π‘΄π’š π’•π’π’π’Šπ’„ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑨 𝒅𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆, π’Žπ’š 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 π’˜π’†π’π’• π’˜π’Šπ’π’… π‘΄π’š 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 π’•π’‰π’π’–π’ˆπ’‰π’• 'π’•π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 π’Žπ’š 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 π’ˆπ’π’π’†? π‘΄π’š π’„π’‚π’π’Žπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒄𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒇 π’‰π’‚π’‘π’‘π’Šπ’π’†π’”π’” π‘ͺ𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 π’”π’‘π’π’–π’“π’ˆπ’†π’… π‘΄π’š π’ƒπ’π’…π’š 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 π’π’Šπ’”π’•π’π’†π’”π’” 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 π’Žπ’š 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 π’ˆπ’π’π’†? 𝑨 π’‡π’Šπ’π’† π’‡π’“π’Šπ’†π’π’… 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 π’•π’Šπ’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’…π’‚π’š π‘΄π’š π’”π’˜π’†π’‚π’• π’˜π’†π’π’• 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’ˆπ’‚π’Šπ’• π’˜π’π’ƒπ’ƒπ’π’† π‘»π’‰π’Šπ’” π’˜π’π’“π’π’… 𝒂 π’‘π’†π’π’…π’–π’π’–π’Ž π’Šπ’ 𝒂 π’˜π’‚π’š 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐 π’Žπ’‚π’•π’•π’†π’“ π’‰π’π’˜ 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 π’•π’π’…π’‚π’š 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 π’‚π’π’˜π’‚π’šπ’” π’π’π’π’Œ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’Žπ’š 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 π‘·π’“π’π’ƒπ’‚π’ƒπ’π’š π’•π’Šπ’” 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’π’π’π’š 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒐𝒓 π’„π’‚π’‡π’‡π’†π’Šπ’π’† 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’Žπ’†
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Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
sherryjanemercines
Labing Isa
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 π’Žπ’š 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 π’ˆπ’π’π’†? π‘΄π’š π’•π’π’π’Šπ’„ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑨 𝒅𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆, π’Žπ’š 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 π’˜π’†π’π’• π’˜π’Šπ’π’… π‘΄π’š 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 π’•π’‰π’π’–π’ˆπ’‰π’• 'π’•π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 π’Žπ’š 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 π’ˆπ’π’π’†? π‘΄π’š π’„π’‚π’π’Žπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒄𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒇 π’‰π’‚π’‘π’‘π’Šπ’π’†π’”π’” π‘ͺ𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 π’”π’‘π’π’–π’“π’ˆπ’†π’… π‘΄π’š π’ƒπ’π’…π’š 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 π’π’Šπ’”π’•π’π’†π’”π’” 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 π’Žπ’š 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 π’ˆπ’π’π’†? 𝑨 π’‡π’Šπ’π’† π’‡π’“π’Šπ’†π’π’… 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 π’•π’Šπ’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’…π’‚π’š π‘΄π’š π’”π’˜π’†π’‚π’• π’˜π’†π’π’• 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’ˆπ’‚π’Šπ’• π’˜π’π’ƒπ’ƒπ’π’† π‘»π’‰π’Šπ’” π’˜π’π’“π’π’… 𝒂 π’‘π’†π’π’…π’–π’π’–π’Ž π’Šπ’ 𝒂 π’˜π’‚π’š 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐 π’Žπ’‚π’•π’•π’†π’“ π’‰π’π’˜ 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 π’•π’π’…π’‚π’š 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 π’‚π’π’˜π’‚π’šπ’” π’π’π’π’Œ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’Žπ’š 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 π‘·π’“π’π’ƒπ’‚π’ƒπ’π’š π’•π’Šπ’” 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’π’π’π’š 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒐𝒓 π’„π’‚π’‡π’‡π’†π’Šπ’π’† 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’Žπ’†
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my congenital heart defect ~for C.E.H.~ *’tis true, my heart long damaged by repeated resuscitations, the endless revivals invasive + new favorite hits, now so enlarged, the doctors say, no mΓ‘s, no mΓ‘s, mr. boss, don’t let your guard down too small to accept more standbys, ones needy most, the beseechers, the ones who only know a single equation, love = pain, are witnesses, no theorem proofs required, the ****** expressions unholy sufficient a few invitees rush the red velvet ropes, inside, they hunker down, finding a cozy artistic artery hangout, filtering my blood-streaming, eyes for new artists, new poems, new strangers to take in, shelter... much caring for the living, strains existence, a heart has limitations, every human has capacity constraints for loving, but they bring their friends, coequals in pain/heartaches/false positives, no rinse cycle it is like calcium layering on you bones, additive, addictive, andieting is a precursor to exhilarating dying, when love and pain passes the point of no return, once, then, there is no expiation, no forgiveness for the trail of your damaged acts requires admittance, recompense, 3 in 1 motor oil de minimus, you want to love equally, but impossible task, yo, won’t last, but stretch flex skin to squeeze one more in, SMH the puzzled doctors find my weakness DNA genetic, my lexicon has no word in any language for barricade, fence, restraints, keep out, the hearts, smelling my blood, open cells, pile in, no blame attached* lender of first resort, giving my organs, what an exceptional way to hasten my inevitable and total fulfillment, stretching my limits
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Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
sunrain
my congenital heart defect
my congenital heart defect ~for C.E.H.~ *’tis true, my heart long damaged by repeated resuscitations, the endless revivals invasive + new favorite hits, now so enlarged, the doctors say, no mΓ‘s, no mΓ‘s, mr. boss, don’t let your guard down too small to accept more standbys, ones needy most, the beseechers, the ones who only know a single equation, love = pain, are witnesses, no theorem proofs required, the ****** expressions unholy sufficient a few invitees rush the red velvet ropes, inside, they hunker down, finding a cozy artistic artery hangout, filtering my blood-streaming, eyes for new artists, new poems, new strangers to take in, shelter... much caring for the living, strains existence, a heart has limitations, every human has capacity constraints for loving, but they bring their friends, coequals in pain/heartaches/false positives, no rinse cycle it is like calcium layering on you bones, additive, addictive, andieting is a precursor to exhilarating dying, when love and pain passes the point of no return, once, then, there is no expiation, no forgiveness for the trail of your damaged acts requires admittance, recompense, 3 in 1 motor oil de minimus, you want to love equally, but impossible task, yo, won’t last, but stretch flex skin to squeeze one more in, SMH the puzzled doctors find my weakness DNA genetic, my lexicon has no word in any language for barricade, fence, restraints, keep out, the hearts, smelling my blood, open cells, pile in, no blame attached* lender of first resort, giving my organs, what an exceptional way to hasten my inevitable and total fulfillment, stretching my limits
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Not everything is perfect Smooth and silky like your skin There's a serious defect You are cold from within
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Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
stanislav
Defect
Not everything is perfect Smooth and silky like your skin There's a serious defect You are cold from within
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They stare, she smiles, they grin, she observes. They pity, she's queasy, they brood, she walks away-- life as a lady with a crutch. I smile, they hail, I step out, they celebrate, I emit knowledge, they are wowed; I struggle to fit in, they support. I try to be unique just as I am, but the struggle within, no one seem to care; life as a man, a physically challenged survivor. They celebrate our strength, but our weakness imprisons us, they profess their love, a love that soon fades away; they show their care, but we just want to be hale. They assure us of a bright future-- a future they would never dare to feature in. They speak, they wish, they support, but we always want more because our defects make us different.
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
fikayomi
Our Differences
They stare, she smiles, they grin, she observes. They pity, she's queasy, they brood, she walks away-- life as a lady with a crutch. I smile, they hail, I step out, they celebrate, I emit knowledge, they are wowed; I struggle to fit in, they support. I try to be unique just as I am, but the struggle within, no one seem to care; life as a man, a physically challenged survivor. They celebrate our strength, but our weakness imprisons us, they profess their love, a love that soon fades away; they show their care, but we just want to be hale. They assure us of a bright future-- a future they would never dare to feature in. They speak, they wish, they support, but we always want more because our defects make us different.
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No poem perfect. Each word hand-picked. Value camouflaged by defect Won't be spotted without respect.
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
being_human
No Poem Perfect
No poem perfect. Each word hand-picked. Value camouflaged by defect Won't be spotted without respect.
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You pray on the hurt, too innocent to know of your tricks; we know not of the worlds cruelty. You violate our bodies as you do our rights; take our freedom, and take our pride. But in our grief, we lie to ourselves… for who would ever dig their nails into us, like these scars we bear? We are forever marked by your sloppy lack of humanity. We are defects of this world, Never knowing love, for who, would want to love a crooked soul? Sincerely yours, A Crooked Soul, left broken in Your greed.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
Roses_and_Coffee
To You Wretched Souls,
You pray on the hurt, too innocent to know of your tricks; we know not of the worlds cruelty. You violate our bodies as you do our rights; take our freedom, and take our pride. But in our grief, we lie to ourselves… for who would ever dig their nails into us, like these scars we bear? We are forever marked by your sloppy lack of humanity. We are defects of this world, Never knowing love, for who, would want to love a crooked soul? Sincerely yours, A Crooked Soul, left broken in Your greed.
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Inside me While you grew and grew I never knew Your heart was broken And that there was one Where there should’ve been two. After you were born The doctor explained Your lungs wouldn’t last You were breathing too fast And growing too slow Your blood flow was mixed And you had to be fixed. So right from the start Your heart wasn’t whole But your soul Was a universe And your eyes Were comprised Of millions of galaxies. Your body was strong And your cry was a song. I named you beloved And through you, I discovered For the very first time I was whole. Please always remember You are far more beautiful Than broken You are my ultimate inspiration And I’ll always consider you My most perfect creation.
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
ilva
Beloved
Inside me While you grew and grew I never knew Your heart was broken And that there was one Where there should’ve been two. After you were born The doctor explained Your lungs wouldn’t last You were breathing too fast And growing too slow Your blood flow was mixed And you had to be fixed. So right from the start Your heart wasn’t whole But your soul Was a universe And your eyes Were comprised Of millions of galaxies. Your body was strong And your cry was a song. I named you beloved And through you, I discovered For the very first time I was whole. Please always remember You are far more beautiful Than broken You are my ultimate inspiration And I’ll always consider you My most perfect creation.
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Mouse, You were the new addition to the house, Over the past year I watched you grow, Oh how I love you so, You were my pride, You still are even after you died, You were my joy, My sweet little boy, Why did you have to go? So frail you were, Just a dot of black fur, Little did we know, In your lungs grew a great foe. You ran so strangely, Like a tottering baby, But we didn't know, About the pain you refused to show. Your eyes, Flutter closed, Not knowing what was going on, Not knowing you were gone, I hope you hold on tight, To the clouds above me tonight. Mouse I love you, After all you been through, I hope you rest in peace, And let your soul release, To the sweet above, Followed by my ever lasting love.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
KittenQU
Mouse
Mouse, You were the new addition to the house, Over the past year I watched you grow, Oh how I love you so, You were my pride, You still are even after you died, You were my joy, My sweet little boy, Why did you have to go? So frail you were, Just a dot of black fur, Little did we know, In your lungs grew a great foe. You ran so strangely, Like a tottering baby, But we didn't know, About the pain you refused to show. Your eyes, Flutter closed, Not knowing what was going on, Not knowing you were gone, I hope you hold on tight, To the clouds above me tonight. Mouse I love you, After all you been through, I hope you rest in peace, And let your soul release, To the sweet above, Followed by my ever lasting love.
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I fell from the stars that night I feared the clouded dark sky And severed all ties with my world I collapsed from within And cried A Birth called forth my fear Brought about worry, my tears For five long months it had built within Until it happened and I fell to the ground And cried An excuse to begin closing my windows Yet no blame can I place on him Inwardly broken and frightened of the unknown That weary cool night, my brother was born, I cried No control had been placed in my hands No one had asked me what I wanted My God simply had different plans For my family, for his birth, for when I cried Plans that would prove greater than I could imagine For a boy to show us all what life truly is To prove that love is more powerful than sin To teach us what it really means To cry That night was the foundation of following feats My brother would breathe and walk, His mind would prove stronger than possible The miracle of our home caused us all To cry Despite the distress caused by his birth In time I grew stronger in mind and in heart For that night I knew that everyday I’d see his face And realize his joy, his mind, his life. And I’d smile And cry.
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
jacob-traver
His Birth
I fell from the stars that night I feared the clouded dark sky And severed all ties with my world I collapsed from within And cried A Birth called forth my fear Brought about worry, my tears For five long months it had built within Until it happened and I fell to the ground And cried An excuse to begin closing my windows Yet no blame can I place on him Inwardly broken and frightened of the unknown That weary cool night, my brother was born, I cried No control had been placed in my hands No one had asked me what I wanted My God simply had different plans For my family, for his birth, for when I cried Plans that would prove greater than I could imagine For a boy to show us all what life truly is To prove that love is more powerful than sin To teach us what it really means To cry That night was the foundation of following feats My brother would breathe and walk, His mind would prove stronger than possible The miracle of our home caused us all To cry Despite the distress caused by his birth In time I grew stronger in mind and in heart For that night I knew that everyday I’d see his face And realize his joy, his mind, his life. And I’d smile And cry.
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