#perfections
I wear
Mismatched socks—
yellow and blue.
Tie my hair off-center,
A quiet defiance
Against the perfection
Society demands
They call it chaos.
I call it freedom.
To me,
Imperfections are beautiful.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC
Don't let other people define you;
Don't let the fear of perfections and failures;
Hold you back.
You will make mistakes;
But that is a part of growing.
Be who you are;
Don't give up.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 7:02 PM UTC
Nothing matters to me
I might as well be
In a different galaxy
I’m disconnected from reality
I sleep my nights dreaming
I could be someone else
And lose sight of me
I hate my anatomy
Chemical bonds gone wrong
And I choose to dissect
Each and every one
I never lose focus when I criticize
My imperfections
I intend to improve myself
But that won’t change my perception
And there you go
I figure you’re prefect
In every sense of the word
Nothing can stop you
Not even the cosmos themselves
But you’re just like me
A flawed human
In this world full of impurities
We bend like metal
And sway
Wherever the wind takes us
That’s the price we pay
Each and every day
Our insecurities
Hide the best of us
But we wake up in the morning
And continue life
But one thing for sure
We’ll keep fighting
Until we perish
Life can be beautiful
Never forget it
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
Dear potential lover
When you fall in love with me
Make sure to love the way,
my face dulls on gloomy days;
like a rose in autumn.
And fall for my muddy brown eyes,
that take you to worlds with distant skies;
eyes like fields of adventure.
My stretch marks, scattered simultaneously,
like strokes of a brush set wild and free;
their colour of clouds with silver lining.
Fall for my unpainted nails, the plain sort
stubby, and cut almost too short;
nails made for playing in the soil.
Love my tummy, un-flat and not so lean,
the kind you don’t see in magazines;
a tummy with gentle hills.
Admire the way I look,
lost, snuggled up in a book;
the way I stare at the trees,
my fine hair playing with the breeze;
love my excessive day-dreaming
and my serenity on afternoon walks.
Dear potential lover:
Love all of me;
My perfections
and my imperfections
and my perfect imperfections.
Shayma. .
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
I want to be a place you call 'home'
Do you know what's the meaning of 'home' itself?
Home is a place you always keep coming back, no matter how far you could go
Home is a place you always gonna miss, no matter how messy it could get
with its imperfections
with its messiness
And I don't want to be a five-starred hotel-or a mall, for you
with its perfections
with its glamorous
with its beauty
But you can always leave them, anytime you want
Because it's just a place you passed by,
just a place you enjoy, you look at,
for short periods of time,
then you leave it behind
I want to be a home, for you
with my own imperfections,
with my own messiness,
Because I want you to keep coming back to me, no matter how far you could go
And you'll always gonna miss me,
because I'm your home.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
Have you ever looked at something
for so long that after a while you
start to see every flaw and mistake there is in it
A young teen girl looked at herself in the
mirror too long while doing her hair
in the morning and after a while
of looking at herself all the girl could see was a red, puffy
eyed, tear stained face looking right back at her.
People seem to worry about
if they have big thighs,
too toothy of a smile, or messy, wild
hair that is impossible to tame.
Others may think that if they have glasses or braces
it classifies them as nerds or geek,
which makes them feel, unloved, unappreciated and
even more self conscious about themselves and everything they do.
People try to change themselves so they
be what others want them to be,
so that they fit in with the right social circle,
by doing this they turn into plastic, like barbie doll,
they do what the leader says and feel that they
can never speak up for what they feel.
People are just taking others insecurities
and using them as a tool to shape
their own perfect friends, or what
they think a perfect friend is,
but they think it is the outside that counts,
but its not its the inside,
yeah everyone might not like the same stuff,
or go for the same team,
and fight every now and then,
but someone you can rely on is someone that doesn't care
if you have a thigh gap, big teeth, crazy hair
or what size you are, if you have a pimple or pimples.
A true friend finds beauty within you not just on
the outside but the inside.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC