No matter what you
did right,
you might still be
in ruins.
You can always drown
in tears at night,
dog days will be over,
be enlightened.

Some people will look
for your mistakes,
and will try to cage you
in darkness.
Some might take you
for granted,
and will hurt you so bad,
be careful love.

Nothing is really perfect,
only imperfectness;
clear your eyes, smile,
pray for forgiveness.
Never give up to those things
you always wanted to do,
there will always be antagonists
in your life.

Good morning love,
wake up and rejoice;
share the rainbow
in your heart.
Never mind the mirrors
in the world,
they are just jealous
of who you are.

I feel lost
the holes in my memory
are too numerous to count.
I become a green-eyed monster
when friends brag about vacation & trips
even though I have taken more trips
to superior locations.
I do not remember.

The minuscule fragments of
my childhood paint a depressing picture.
Abandonments, death after death after death,
Homelessness, loneliness, imperfectness.
My memories have collectively signed a DNR.
They are unrecoverable.
Lost forever in the holes my mind created
to prevent insanity.

By: Nabs

A crystal clear laugh can be heard
Coming out from your lips
The fluttering of your eyelashes
Remind me of butterfly wings

You often speak quietly
Not out of shyness
But because you don't feel the need
To shout out your existence

The heaving of your chest
As you take each breath in and out
Made me remember the time
When you tried to choke it all down

Sometimes I see the spidery veins in your hands
And I think about lacing our hands together
How imperfect you are
And how the blood stains will always stays

We cried together, once upon a dream
I wipe your tears and you wiped mine
What comes off was a different thing
Yours were pain and mine was loneliness

Sometimes I wish I could trace your tear tracks
You never bother to hide them
You were never afraid to show it to the world
Maybe that is why they decided to burn you down

When I lay down, closing my eyes
And sleep under the willow tree
Often I see you hanging
Shards of crystals protruding from your back

Watching as the blood,
Drips down from your body
Pooling on the ground, turning the grass red Like the poppies you love so much

You often ask what love is
I would choke at that
And my answer would be lodged in my throat
Couldn't come out

Couldn't
Wouldn't
Such a paper thin difference

So I would reply with nonsense,
"Dude, why the heck would you ask me that? You're definitely asking the wrong person."
You would laugh at that
A loud free laugh as if it was wrenched out of you
And I saw you shatter more

There is one night
Where you sneak into my private corner
Where you smile mischievously
You left with a gift of awareness of your presence

You often fell asleep in the middle of a sentence
It was funny at first
And I would laugh
I could not find any humor after the tenth time it happen

Destruction often follow your footsteps
You would claim you do not intend it
I would pretend to not see
That you left wounds because you are wounded

"I'm happy", you abruptly claimed one day
You were lying through your teeth
But I could see that the cracks are getting wider
"I'm happy too", I said.

We laughed at how foolish we are

Sometimes time with you passes
Like sands through my finger
It is as if we have a hourglass
For our time together

I feel unsettled by that

We were pretentious
You and I
You would grin your **** eating grin
And offered me a high five

How could you be so perfect
With all the imperfectness you have
I never believed the word perfect
Until you with all your cracks, stood in all your glory

"I am drowning", you confesses to me one day
"In what?", I would ask
That night were a pitch black night
But I could feel your eyes boring into me

Later on, I would say that I am drowning too
You look at me startled, eyes glowing
Then you lace our hands
And letting the wind kiss your lips

I love you
But that is not and will not be
The words that will come forth from our lips
We know each other too well for that

There is a festival going on in the town
They're burning marshmellow in the bonfire
"And a body too," the wind whispered

You came to me that night with your edges melting and the thick smell of smoke

You said you're ashes now and you complement me

I wish I could hug you
That night when you're covered with ashes
But I did not allow my self
Because I, myself are dusted with glass

So we laced our hands together
Despite the blood and grime
Pain and Loneliness
What a beautifully wretched pair

Once we cried together
Wreathed by the ray of sunlight
Too bright for us to withstand
So we wipe each other tears

"Together", we said to each other
Tangling and knotting our hands together
Kissing each other temples while blood drips down
Falling together from the sky

So once love came,
In the form of the
"Greatest Love Story Ever Told".
Though perfect, it stooped down
In our imperfectness,
Bearing the eternal romance
That we so desperately seek.
For our hearts were designed,
To yearn for this perfection;
So much that it was given free,
So that we can see,
That love so true,
Is meant for me and you.

I crave....an answer
validation...
a reason for my existence
...i crave someone who cares
...well validation
that i matter
i might seek poularity
***
men
boys
friends
...my parents
my family
God...
all just to get that
....and i feel abandoned
forsaken
...i feel alone
like i live in a world with just me in it
i feel as if im in the center of a room
full of ppl
but they seem a blur
and all i see is a room full of haters
doubters
....i see nothing
but i feel everything
i see haters but i feel the obligation to be kind
i fear my emotions
i fear...fear
i fear people
and i fear myself.....
i crave i day....
one ******* day
where i can wake up from the best sleep ever
..where i can accept my flaws
except life and its imperfectness
except me falling in front of everyone
except insecurity
except the world hating me...
and i want it to happen right now
my fingers shake of eagerness to have it
to have the rush of content
.....i want it
....how can i get it
...ive spent a year searching for it
..can i search it
is it here
is it right in front of me
...i want to say yes
but i dont ******* know
i dont...
and im so impatient
and my faith......
how can i have that
if im sad...
in a world full of happy people
....people telling you your worthless
a world full of surprises
a world...
a life....
its like i dont want to accept reality
i really cant
and my heart or my mind wants it so ******* badly
....i know i have to
but i know i cant force myself
ive learned that life....
the world
isnt a wish granting machine
you just are....
you feel what you feel
you are what you are
and it is what it is
....i guess thats life.....
huh

Pencil tips are like
Ladies hips
Gently swaying to the music
Gliding on frosted marble,
Drinking in the purity of
Rough parchment

Pencil tips are for when
ideas form words and
words form complexity
Scratching into notebooks,
Mountain peaks,
Translating concepts into
Mount Rushmore

Pens are too forceful
Permanent
Pencils can be erased
Just like every memory stored
Within a coffee can
In a homemade time capsule

The priest said God is pure
But when he made us,
He used pencil tips,
paper thin lines
Tracing and retracing
Imperfectness is perfect he said

Japanese paintings
Created with brush strokes
Evok-ing pictures of marvelous queens,
Cowardly jesters,
Mighty kings,
Elegant ballerinas, and
Alluring princes

Pencil tips created these fantasies
Dreams
Grandiose mirages fold and unfold
On top of tissue paper bibles,
Delicate taut skin

How do words create overbearing tears,
phantom heartbreak,
Jealous ex-girlfriends,
Infidelity infested ignorant *******,
breathtaking wedding bells?

Pencil tips

Within that mirror I see.
The man I know could truly be.
Within that mirror I know.
The man I am have a soul.

What accomplisment I hadn't tried?
Is because of the limited efforts I haven't made.

Within the mirror I exist.
To address all my imperfectness.
Within my heart I believe.
I'm totally in charge of making myself happy.

People often amazed that I don't get upset.
But that's solely because my moods I control.
To release this power to others.
Means I've given up.

So, within the mirror.
This man stands.
Knowing he has power to make a stand.

To be anything he decides.
It's only a matter of time.

From the shortest to the smallest
From the biggest, tallest and Giants
Let's stop the violence's 
The average, smartest and brightest
Let's stop and think
Our life with-out Jesus
Is like an artist who has no materials
A car but no driver
Useless, impatience, confuse and full of emptiness
It is like a book with no pages
A pen with no ink
At a standstill without directions
In a state of hopelessness

But, a relationship with Jesus
Can't be bought, for it is priceless
Special, unique and precious
Neither can it be ruffled as a ticket
For it's not a human gift or present
There is only one way it come
And that's a spiritual awakening, awareness
Of the truth that is mention 
In Christ Jesus message
Of joy, peace, and salvation
"That He is the truth, the way, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." (John 14:6)

So let your eyes and heart be open
Connect to Him in a personal, spiritual bond
Fall on your knees voluntarily repentance and exceptions
Of His sacrifices and the flowing of His blood
Which brought us salvation
Cleaning our affliction
No longer are we covered in darkness
Like a towel and Windex
We are being wiped and polish
Every second, minute within the hour we are in the process
Of receiving a pure-hearted transformation
All it takes is faithfulness and dedication
To inherit, fellowship, disciple, and education
Don't look at me, my faults and imperfectness
But look at God, His Son, Holy Spirit, and Trinity
At His Word, faithfulness, reliable promises

In union
expectations are high
Mine were so high for you
and I still want
a kind of perfection
in imperfectness

Now after so many years
I long for the melting
of your ice walls
Such a long tunnel ---
But hey,
bring on the torches.

Let the waters start to drip
and run
Let my slake my thirst
for what is not
Let me be a vessel
for those sacred waters
to fill me up
Let my desert
be plunged
into an ocean
of endless
glory
What we always wanted, no?
Now I must face my journey
on this tundra
an icy desert,
at home with you,
yet alone

I've been waiting for you, my entire life...
searching for a love that's true...
but now it's different, when I talk to you,
you seem not to care anymore, but i love you, love you ...love you and you better love me, love me, love me too...
Waiting for days as they pass by subtly wishing and hoping you'll want to see me again.
I lay here sad and depressed...missing you.
If I ran away, would you lose yourself? Would you feel guilt?
For taking my love for granted.
Nothing more to say,
I just love you.
Everyone see's the imperfectness of you, but that imperfectness makes me love you even more beyond what the stars can see.

i want to let myself feel something again
i wish you knew how bad
but
i don't know how to breathe
let alone
love myself
let alone
be okay.
i want to feel something again..
i want to fall in love with the shape your lips make when you talk
and the way you ramble on in the late hours..

i want to fall in love with the imperfectness that is you

but i only have two hands and one brain
and i don't know how..
and
i may seem strong now
but im not
and i don't think i'll ever be
because no matter how hard i try

**my bones will always break
just as easily as my heart does.

I like imperfectness so much to where I point it out to much and the other person think it’s something wrong with them,

I like when we argue it helps me know I’m not numb to everybody but it eats m to not know what you be thinking..

I like long conversations that don’t mean nothing that end is in our underwear kissing..

I like a lot of things..
I like a lot of you.

It is like
A cup of tea

Chipped porcelain
With a broken handle
Missing its saucer
A couple of hairline fractures
Some parts glued back together

An acquired taste
But I find
Beauty in its strangeness
A comfort in its quirky
Lopsided grin

Others will wonder
Why of all the ones I could have chosen
I picked that weird one

But if they only knew
The warmth it gives and how it feels
In my body and in my soul
How I cherish it all the more
For its imperfectness
And awkward cuteness
Off kilter appearance
Whimsical oddity
With its crooked little heart

When I think of you
I can’t help but smile

How foolish and silly
I must look
Deeply drinking you in
How I am peculiar
And you are unusual

Not everyone's cup of tea
But

Love is funny like that

Every single one of us aren't born perfect.
Some may have more, some may have less.
But there will be no one who have enough, perfectly.

Imperfect is the word, but not exactly depicts the meaning of it.
No man is an island, as they say,
I understood it the way it should be understood.

We are all perfectly imperfect to someone.
An imperfectness in which we can belong to, we can match onto.
An imperfect person that makes every memory perfect.

One poem a day
is what I try to attain.
I don’t even require
that all of them
are great,
but today
I need three poems
get me to
the weekly objective
I set for myself.

So, I am searching through
that pulpy goo
and purple ****
to find the rind
that sits and fits
in my imperfectness,
because I fell behind.

Now, I only need two.

Listen,

If you were in paradise forever you never would have any triumphs

With no suffering there's no overcoming

There would have been a flatline of mindless bliss

Never knowing why it existed

The light needs the darkness for the light to know that it ever shined

Now hold on because making heaven out of hell is what we do

A better me

A better you

A better new

To be renewed

Making the best out of the imperfectness spreads its impermanence until permanent

Or at least until we go back again

Back to sleep

While thinking we are awake

Never to end