#faults
The mirror waits where it always waits,
polite, patient, ready for blame.
My eyes trace faults like constellations—
every scar a star I drew myself.
I catalog the crooked lines
and shelve my worth upon a shelf.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 9:43 PM UTC
its not the speck in your eye
its the dust storm in mine
too dark to want to see itself
so I pick on the minute
-the smallest chance
I might gain an empty advantage
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 9:41 AM UTC
I know what I am. I am a familiar to my faults.
I line them up each morning and sound them off at the top of my lungs. I hold them in my arms and rock them back to sleep every night. They cling to me as scars linger on the skin. They burst out during the most inopportune moments; breaking through silence like water through rust.
Mar 16, 2024
Mar 16, 2024 at 7:50 AM UTC
i admit my faults
reluctantly and whisper
forgiveness to mind
Sep 2, 2021
Sep 2, 2021 at 10:15 PM UTC
The cracks form on the surface
as I stomp my weight in anger.
You push back screaming
for the silence to engulf you.
And I knew I did not deserve you
I always knew.
Your skin now lined
with obsidian fissures.
I try to seal you in gold
but even I know.
The best thing I can give you
all I can do is leave.
-Kore
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 12:21 PM UTC
I have several toxic habits - I know - because I read this article on the web.
It’s a miracle I’m not an axe murderer, based on what the experts said.
I use “should” biased judgements - when things go amiss.
I think about the future, when settling down to rest.
I obsess on defining the “best part” in each of my experiences.
I often think in poetic terms - which has driven wise men delirious.
I have nova bursts of interest - which escalate into crushes.
I keep a mental list of incidents which, if left unmanaged, lead to grudges.
The flaws go on and on - God, I simply am a mess.
I need to face my many flaws so that they might be addressed.
Do you think anyone is ever perfect?
Is it like playing whack-a-mole?
So that no one ever ends up perfect - they simply end up old?
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
You’re talking too yourself
Causing a lot of the same mistakes
The problems you’re faced with
Stare at your soul
All the way from the eyes
Straight down too your heart
Shooting right back up to the mind
Embracing it all with whatever soul your will has left to look at with
Constantly reading your own book
Correlating corrections with so many errors
Concentrating on the void of the infinite mirror
The faults
The beauties
Loving it all
Till all of it
Falls
Don’t look in the mirror
Getting lost in a world
That’s really never been there
Talk to your soul
Tell it, you love it
Don’t look in the mirror
Searching for fear
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC
You have a pure heart
So tender and so soft
Always putting others first
Before thinking about yourself
I admire that heart of yours
Always able to be nice
No matter who they are
Or what they’ve done
But I’ve grown to dislike it as well
Because you loved too much
You were nice to the wrong people
The ones who didn’t deserve it
But that heart of yours is too strong
There’s nothing anyone could do about
You let no one stop you
From doing what you think is best
So if you think you messed up
Or think you did something wrong
There isn’t really much to say
You did nothing wrong but believe
And if people weren’t capable of seeing that
Then they were either blind
Or too dumb to realize
How much your love is worth
In my eyes you are perfect, strong with your big heart
You are my entire world
But if you don’t want to listen and would like to know where you went wrong
I will tell you this:
The only flaw you’ve ever had
Is your excessive kindness
The only fault you’ve ever had
Is loving too much
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 11:18 PM UTC
my grievous faults
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~for SJR1000~
the sun is out after a week of island fog,
(different from regular citified fogginess)
days seasoned with rapacious, hard hitting
all-night-long-rains, steady winds of
fifteen miles per hour, made “outside”unattractive,
yet, even now, sun inside with me, writing you
listening to Tupelo Honey, sets me awondering,
have you figured out how people work,
uncovered the source of human misery,
so we can get that vaccine asap, for something
a 1000 times more deadly than coronavirus?
my grievous faults, many, well catalogued,
but one of the chiefest is a side effect of a
virulent ego that cuts off vision, thoughtfulness,
letting good people slip away, and when called out,
I’m aggrieved, my faults, they wicked, embarrassing
so I’m asking, you, myself, anybody else, eavesdropping,
if this is true, for me, for you, you got the experience, if
*”It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness
Oh, this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees”*^
write me, enlighten me, and if the answers are
still a fugitive escaping, no matter, just way it is,
no pressure other than the sixteen tons of mining
life’s coal dust vicissitudes, its mysterious way of tilting
the scales, then escaping, side venting, through poetry
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
What is the most dangerous, between hate and love?
They both makes us blind,
Faults,
one makes us ignore,
the other makes us find
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
I am a girl, since in my soul I know no better, of curious notions:
I take storms in teacups
I collect them, and channel them into whirlpools
When my soul can no longer take the ups
And downs, when I no longer possess the tools
To build a façade, or can no longer hold them
I accumulate the dust from molehills
And make them into volcanoes, from which stem
And flow the plumes of fumes and spills
Of my lava anger.
And if my spirit intellect were stronger,
I would not bottle my emotions.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
Did I
Provide the cause
With all my flaws
To take ownership
For these faults
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
I act like I can
You know about all my faults
Do not care I can't
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
As the chilled breeze wisps across my covered face
I think about the life I've led and wonder
I wonder if somewhere along the path I wronged anyone
Anyone that crossed that path
Anyone that bid me hello or goodbye
Anyone that could have or should have made a difference
Not at all sure why this particular moment and this particular wispy wind has brought such thoughts to my senses
All I know is that thinking so deeply gives birth to the heightened awareness of my faults and weaknesses
What to do
What to do
Brian Hill - 2019 # 244
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
When I excuse
my faults
I lose the opportunity
to improve myself.
When I accept
my faults
and evaluate my self
I can then
improve my self
towards the wisdom and virtue
I need
to achieve optimal joy and happiness.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
People
Are particularly
Narrow-minded
Prideful
Impatient.
I cannot say
I am not the same things
At times.
If everyone was judged
Good or bad
By the amount of faults we had
We would all
Be thought to be terrible.
So
If one must judge
Don’t judge how many faults
Every person has many
But instead
Please judge if they try
To be better or not.
You may read this
And think
I don’t have that many faults!
You are wrong
Because if you’re reading this
You’re probably not Jesus or God.
You don’t have to be defensive anyway
Because a type of person
Is not accurately judged
By the amount of faults
But instead
The amount of redeeming qualities.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
Bee-ing rejected
The path to love is a long and winding road
And the road is in 3D when you fly through the air.
You can bee left behind so many times,
That you think that it will never go right,
Until you make it there.
There are so many ups with love,
But without love you are only ever let down.
Humble was no different, he wanted to bee loved like everybody else,
But sometimes it doesn’t matter how many times you try,
You always end up at the end of the night going home by yourself.
Humble was a trier, he would ask out every bee that he liked,
But try as he might and as much as he would have liked,
It seemed nobody would ever love him
And he was alone most of the time.
He had been rejected so many times that he decided to make a list.
The first one said this; the second one that
And this is the story of Humble B. Bumble and his love-life…
Ain’t it sad?
You’re always crying, boohoo.
You’re too happy; I am nothing like you.
You are just like me, because I like nothing about me.
We don’t think the same; you’re not fun, you’re a pain.
You are annoying me, buzz away little bee;
You have my sympathy, but you will never bee with me.
You’re too quiet, you talk too much.
You’re too weak, you’re not tough.
You’re too slow to make a move;
You’re too fast with your response to bee telling the truth.
Your clothes are bad; your hair is bad.
You’re far too sad to bee a bad boy.
You’re just having a laugh, you’re never serious;
You must bee delirious.
You’ve not cool, don’t bee a fool.
You’re too nice; you’re not nice enough.
You’re too far below me, you are not heading up.
You’re not ambitious, nor smart,
You’re never victorious and you are no work of art.
You can’t sing or dance; you wear the wrong kind of pants, no bling.
You live with your ‘rents, but you don’t pay rent.
You have no honey, I like honeys.
You ain’t funny; you are far beneath me.
You’re not pretty, you’re too silly.
You have no style, you are not unique
And you don’t have a perfect smile, ugly bee.
You think you are great, you’re always late,
I don’t like your face; we’re just mates.
I like him, you will never win.
You are such a loser; who is gonna choose ya?
So many times Humble searched for love
And when it was good it was really good!
But when it was sad, it was real love, I guess;
We will never know…
Do you think Humble will ever bee truly loved?...
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC
I think the moulds were broken with humanity,
for if we were perfect
there wouldn't be so many faults
in the mould.
But we learnt to smooth over the cracks
and realise
that we aren't perfect
but together we can mould a better future together.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
The life that I live
Time is not infinite; life is only finite.
Please do never waste my time, for I only have this one life.
The day are not all numbered, we have only just begun to love.
This love you people speak of…will it ever be enough?
I can repeat the mistakes and I can make a change,
But I chose to do neither; I must find my way,
To become a better human being.
I have never been like you with your liar’s true feelings.
In the pit of my stomach I know there is really nothing wrong,
But still I go on passionately apathetic to all the faults you own.
I am not saying I deserve this or regret hearing what you want;
I am simply stating that I hate you for leaving me all alone.
My water is so full of salt, drinking leaves me crazy.
This glass is no longer drinkable, for it tastes of forgotten ladies.
I am forever dying from your thirst,
Without the realization that love is my curse.
Forever searching inside illusions;
My ghostly hands look real to me.
I am lost in a place of complete confusion;
I am lost in your reality.
Negative is my positive;
I carry lightning with my thunder.
Behind sunglasses I hide behind eye-lids,
This cursed spell I am under.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC