#defects
A house always gets
all kinds of defects, well, we --
just live around them.
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 2:08 AM UTC
There she stood
Tall and assured
Charming but not boastful --
An energizing silence
A magnetic pull, all-knowing
Drawing me closer --
A scar I notice
A defect somewhat
An impurity they say --
She cares not to hide it
She basks in it
Pride in memory --
I come to hold her in esteem
Sets her apart
A quiet confidence --
A connection inimitable
I fondly remember
And she revels in remembrance --
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
We deny our flesh, then, give into
the path of least resistance
and after falling in every pothole
from roads we travelled before,
we wonder why guilt and shame
win out as mocking spectators
while we mindlessly repeat
the same painful journey.
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC
I am defective
but I am striving
to improve my self
into my ideal self.
I am flawed
but I am striving
to correct my self
into my ideal self.
I am unhappy
but I am striving
to improve my self
into optimal
joy and happiness.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
imagine a world that would allow you
to see yourself through your love’s eyes;
you’d see the things that make you beautiful.
like the gap between your teeth,
or the scars below your lip.
completely embrace the defects that meet in the middle,
stretching from each side of your chest.
there’s no sadness in your eyes,
that embarrassing trait matters a lot less.
standing before you would be a person that deserves love
and needs to be loved by you.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
Deep,sturdy roots that never let you fall,
A bouquet of exquisite flowers that bring fragrance in your life,
A chest of treasure that money cannot buy,
A strong safe that guards your secrets through thick and thin,
An ATM card in dire need,
A support column for your body, mind and soul,
A life saver when misfortune befalls on you.
The most desirable thing about them is that they gift you your defects in order to reform you.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
Mornings rise
Enemies behind a face of disguise
Awakening calls
Standing still
Tick
Tock
Struck
Unfortunate downfalls
Alterations. . . None
The light dims
Mornings rise
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
I’m damaged goods, baby
Or did you forget?
Loose-leaf paper crumpled and discarded,
Like every poem I couldn’t bring myself to finish.
This girl comes with a lifetime guarantee
of cynicism and constant apologies
and selfish laziness.
For a low price of only commitment and patience,
you can become proudly entangled in my dysfunction and constant need for reassurance.
You didn’t receive me shiny and brand new
I have mileage, and I’m not afraid to admit
That most of it is self-inflicted.
I have scars that tell stories
and a schema that has been shaped
by 22 years of poor judgment
and never feeling good enough.
And I can’t help but wonder,
what it would be like if I was stable and motivated.
Would you still get frustrated
when I lay in bed until 3 in the afternoon?
Would I be able to accomplish
all of the seemingly simple tasks
that always feel larger-than-life to this pint-sized girl?
Would you love me more?
I’m jaded, baby
and I think sometimes you forget
that when I’m putting on a face
and trying to be less of a disappointment,
I’m still made of fragmented parts
that have been glued back together
one too many times.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 8:00 PM UTC