#unperfect
When i write "poems" keep in mind i'm not a professional nor do i want to be , i don't know writing styles and techniques and stanzas . guys i literally just write and no this isn't a poem right now. I write to get out what i feel , things that are inside me , Im a human writing **** in my mind onto a paper or some online website and its gonna sit in those places forever . So you can sit here and tell me your interpretations on what you think my writings mean , you can talk about my writing style and the stanzas i used and i wont get what you are saying. Sometimes i dont know why i write or why im doing it , as of now i dont even know what im thinking. writing keeps my mind at peace so i dont have too many thoughts pulling my mind in circles and poking at me . Writing makes me release sins , makes me release the past onto paper and send it away no i wont forget it because its a peice of me but i will no longer let your words torture you in my body . maybe people who never knew how to express themselves and felt alone can read what i write and feel a sense of finally belonging , or not being alone , maybe they can feel at peace because they find the words they have been looking for. writing is special because we each carry our own story and words will never be enough to live up to our lifes but thank you for letting me read yours , i cherish everything i read. so you can read this , and , probably , see , unnessarcy , commas , but , thats ok. find the mistakes , us humans our use to finding those in people aren't we? Im no professional , you gonna critque me? My main object is to be as unperfect as i can be in fact i desire to mess up . I just write man.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 12:03 AM UTC
He said all the nice things to me,
Nice things that a girl dreamed to hear.
He taught me to love and trust myself,
He let me know that I am not all by myself.
He makes me feel loved and wanted,
He can turn my cheeks into red.
He makes me fall in love with him,
He treated me not like a princess but a queen.
I opened my eyes and I can't breathe anymore,
What are all those things for?
I can't speak and I can't see,
Why you left me in the middle of the sea?
Where are your lies now?
I can't stand, please tell me how.
I am so alone, I don't know what to do,
Man full of lies, where are you?
I attempt to roam all over the world,
Your love and lies I want to unfold.
I saw you with a beautiful woman,
Holding your heart with her hands.
I scream with a frown,
I ran into the sea until I get down.
Holding up my tears, I want to get drown,
Erasing those pictures of me wearing a gown.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
i will bite my tongue until it splits
and use my blood as rouge
i will lift my chin and **** my stomach in
like a statue in the louvre
i am the scent of honey in july
i am a cloud formation in the sky
i am a quiet girl who won't ask why
i am who i (you) want me to be
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC
I have a boundless amount of imperfections,
And I confess them, profess them,
Reveal them, show their stem,
And for that I'm condemned;
Viewed as ugly, terrible, unbearable,
Seen as bizarre, out-so-far, marred...
But wouldn't you say I'm perfect in a way?
You hide your flaws, keep them from day.
Yet I pay, because I WILL say,
What flaws in me lay.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC