"pefect" poems
I'm going to tell you a story,
About a girl,
Who wanted nothing but fame and glory.
She dreamt of days without a worry.
A world when people have no need to be sorry.
She sits back and enjoys the moment,
With music in her ears as her docent.
Tunes from varying artist,
From tove lo, to G eazy, to the weeknd.
Creating moods that she never knew exist.
Everything was just pefect.
It began to rain,
She turns down the volume.
She cries quietly,
Listening to the stories drops create in her brain.
She tries not to remember the pain,
But the memories continued to swirl and destroy her,
Like a bunch of internal hurricanes.
Then, she remembers the relief of cutring open her veins.
She clenches her fists,
She tries to resit.
The voices begin to scream,
Stripping away her self esteem.
She covers her ears,
She continues to Cry!
"No more fears no more fears!"
She pops some pills trying to get high.
But she took too much,
And she dies.
This is just a story,
Of a girl who was used for fame and glory.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
A recipe
I wrote one of those in my head today;
some of it was half-baked,
but what is edible will say:
something about instructions,
something about parts making a whole,
something about convection,
something about mixing in a bowl,
something about dough
and something about kneading
something about confections,
something about breathing.
An epitaph
I wrote one of those in my head today;
some of it was rotten,
what wasn't will rise and say:
something about a journey,
something about fate,
something about love and
something about hate,
something about laying on a gurney
and something about decay,
something about destiny,
something about history,
then it might yawn
and lay back in its grave
A pamphlet
I wrote one of those in my head today;
some parts were mute,
others that weren't will speak and say:
something about tolerance,
something about abuse,
something about inhalants
and something about a noose.
A brochure
I wrote one of those in my head today;
some of it was fake,
but what is real will last and say:
something about a lawyer,
something about curruption,
something about justice
and how it serves a function,
something about admittance,
something about plastic surgery
and breast reduction,
and a catholic priest mumbling
something about perjury.
A eulogy
I wrote one of those in my head today;
some of it was dead,
but what was alive will stand and say:
something about a life
and something about living,
something about a wife
and something about a thing worth giving,
something about a family
and something about foes;
something about winning
and something about woes.
A book
I wrote one of those in my head today;
some of it was filth;
but what was clean will shine and say:
something about character,
something about freedom,
something about development
and something about respect
something about supplement,
something about unity,
something about revolution
and how I think the world should be.
A song
I wrote one of those in my head today;
but it was a bird and it flew away,
If all that's left is just one dying wing
it would flap around
on the ground
and try to sing:
something in near-pefect pitch
something bluesy and
about a *****
then probably something about flight
and finally something about a
bright white light.
A poem
I wrote one of those in my head today;
the lines were seeds
I planted before the cold;
some froze out, some took hold
but what remains grows bold and will say:
something about a heart,
and how you had it from the start;
something about sunlight,
and how you make it seem less bright;
something about the wet wet rain
something about willingness
and something about refrain.
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 7:12 AM UTC
There was this one time
When you were all mine
And everything was fine
Your holding my hand
As we walk through the sand
I look into your eyes
You look into mine
I see love and I see no lies
All is pefect and all is well
Walking through the halls
While they ring the school bell
I say my goodbyes
Still seeing the love in your eyes
Knowing that upon my return
You will no longer yurn
For my touch, my kiss, my love
Because I be there
Running my fingers through your hair
Telling you how much I love
And how much I missed you
You tell me it was only an hour
I smile and tell you I know
And as I hug I whisper I still missed you though
You smile and kiss me
And tell me you love me
The love I still see
And at the end of the day
When I walk away
I can't see your love
But I can feel your love
Raining down from above
Your whispered 'Ilove you's
Floating in my head
I can hear your love
Like the gentle beating wings
Of a snow white turttle dove
I lick my lips
I taste your lip gloss
Its the smae kind that I bough you at Ross
I can taste your love
Now I have all of your love
Or so it seems
This is why I wake up crying
We are together
Only in my dreams....
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:08 PM UTC
I was created..In my mothers womb..From dirt and of Clay...
A piece of art...In the potters shop...molded in ways...
A shape shifter...A color fusion...of what ever he may...
From light fair skin...
to a darker colored state...I will be what ever the potter shapes....
From one form to another...to another again...
I wont stay the same until Im perfect for him...
And even at what I believe to be my Finest...
He can ball me back to clay...And remind me he is the artist..
.And he loves each piece he has created..
for none has been out weighted....
I just want to be pefect in his sight..Even If im ugly in yours...
For maybe he will put me on display inside of heavens doors..
mold me form me..Im yours to maintian...
I know Im just clay...
So I'll let you have your way...
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 10:11 AM UTC
He walks confidently
But not for me...
He flips his long pefect hair
But not for me...
He plays his guitar
But not for me...
He smiles
But never for me.
I am not the girl he dreams of at night
I am not the girl he longs to speak to
I am not the girl that makes him sweat
I am not the girl that he craves to bed with
I am not anything to him
Not like she is
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
well let me tell you how i look at girls
If you starve yourself
you loose your appeal
and no matter what people tell you
we can tell if your ***** are fake
and too much makeup
can drwon out your face
your hair is beautiful
just the way it is
I love your body
but you dont need to wear a dress that shows me all of it at once
You dont look old
You look pefect the way you are
You dont need a bigger ****
You dont need bigger *****
and if you dont want guys to treat you like you only exist for ***
stop acting like that is all you care about
dressing like that is all you are thinking
cause its not helping your case
and if you want us to see your inner beauty
then show it to us
and dont wear a deep V neck if you dotn want us to stare at your *****
You are worth more than that
start acting like it
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
Perfect match
Perfect somehow
"Perfect" In ways nobody knows
Eyes filled with cravings
Hearts beating to affections shared
Hands never letting go
The beauty that grows within
Her beauty He sees "speechless"
The sound she makes when she laffs
A pefect match with her magnificent smile
I write this with great care
"Not a gift but something to smile bout"
Pictures of u in my head
Adding memories we've not shared
But in perfect motion up above
All the troubles we're yet to cause
Perfect match
Perfect somehow
Perfect in ways nobody knows
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
The sweet never grows old
Or so it has been said silently and fortold
But one never knows what fortune may hold
Fortune, the misguided traveler
Whom, winds wildy send
That,in dandy-lionic fashion is fortune's fend
All the troubles of tyrants have brought to bend
There you find him, dicingly deciding
Riguriously rolling away, not minding
This carousing of carelessness
Is what bought and sold him his business
And business is good
The lifestyle and the luxurious lude
All was pefect, even the mood
But that's the aroura allure
Falling into flooding failure
And business is too good
Lucious conditioning can have one fooled
Fortune is not to be mettled with or tooled
Now it is time for this traveler to be leaved
All the misspoiled one needs is his soul to be retrieved
Luckyliy the lucid fortune's duty has been relieved
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC
After a long day
I lay down
In my empty bed
As I drift to sleep
My mind formulates
An image
No not fabio
No celebity
Just a man
Ordinary in looks
That is pefect for me.
Sitting beside me
Hes easy to talk to
We talk about so much
He smiles through most if it
Until he reached over
And touched me
Leaning in close
He kissed me
I felt everything
All his emotions
Just from that one kiss
"I have to leave you tonight.
I will see you again my love..
Until then I love you."
He said as he faded away.
I awoke feeling warm
As if someone held me
Throughout the night
I smiled
I feel I know him
But your name never leaves my lips
For now until I see you
You are my Dream Partner.
Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
roses gave her a name
wild roses gave her a smell
and dry roses gave her a lover
some roses had adorned her imperious, furious blonde hair
a unique thorn hurted her finger and heart
and that rose was blue, the same colour of his pefect pale blue eyes
his perfect love, for ever and ever rejected to grow
on the same ground where that purple and white marble roses gave her
the name of loneliness
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
1-14-13
Lights touched every corner of the place
Colors danced around
I tried to breathe but it was too much
Nature was a symphony before me
It screamed its name, wanting to make itself known
But I didn't hear it
I loved clear skies
I let them know they were worthy of adoration
They were something I could relate to
They enclosed our world
But were completely empty and unreachable
The skies seemed unreal
Did they know I was there?
I knew the world didn't
We needed the skies to live
I still didn't know my purpose
I found myself separated that day from my only friend
As I stood intimidated by its new skin
I wished that I could kiss the sky
Maybe it could be my lady luck, my Budda
But it was impossible...it being unreachable
How could nothingness turn into a butterfly?
And then, as it fluttered all around
I tried mimicking my new found interest
I never got bored of the pretty patterns
The way it gracefully moved
And then, I blinked, because it was gone
I was dead
How long had I been still?
My eyes were fixed on some point
Was it where the pefect creature had been seen last?
My marker read "Eros"
And I didn't remember anything about my life
My eyes were still watching the silent ripples
I was gasping for air, looking at my torn wings
Rain poured out of the heavens
At first, I braced myself for the cold, but changed my mind
I'd rather feel numb
I was blinded while warm drops fell on me
I was covered all over
But I kept sinking into the blackness
Pathos fell from above
The heavens were crying
I flickered my eyes open to watch the one who had always been watching out for me
And the earth remained silent as I entered hell
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
She looks out the window
From her old rocking chair
With wrinkles on her face
And gray in her hair
She talks about her roses
And, as she smiles, she'll say
"Those roses are pefect,
God made them that way"
"They're more than just flowers,
They're a symbol of love;
"A gift from on High
From the Father above"
"The thorns will remind us,
Of the pain that He bore;
"And its petals, the beauty
Of Heavens sweet shore"
"My time is near over,
I'll be leaving here soon;
"And I want you to bury me,
Where the roses bloom"
My grandmother showered us
In the love that she gave
And there's three dozen roses
That cover her grave
Apr 30, 2010
Apr 30, 2010 at 7:43 AM UTC
I love you
right?
of course
you love me
you tell me all the time
how amazing I am
and I love you
with my whole heart
well... most of it
your everything a girl wants
my friends all say go for it
why don't I?
I love you
its obvious
isn't it?
sometimes...
very few
like never
I think maybe...
I'm your fairy tale
perfect ending that is always an option
you think I'm perfect
but what if I don't live up to the hype?
what if all we are is hype?
whats wrong with me?
your perfect right?
you think I'm amazing
yet when your biggest problems are so trivial
I wonder
maybe your too innocent
I've matured beyond my years
and maybe I'm just starting to see
past the disguise of perfection
Maybe you are pefect
but I'm starting to realize
I may not want perfection
I don't want to hurt you
but the lies are starting to hurt
my voice feeling faker with each I love you
I hope you understand
I think your a great dream
but I need reality
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
The mirror lies broken with fragments littered on the floor
Rectangular little pieces and square shaped remnants
Scattered images of me embedded in star-shaped glasses
Like yoghurt left in the open, this love has gone sour.
Tick-tock, tick-tock the clock counts each hour
As I wait to hear from one whose mouth now seem duct taped.
A thousand pieces of me cut into shreds by just one pieced you.
A thousand pieces...
Sitted on the floor, oblivious to the giggles and happy sounds of laughter
Or the different sounds the evening meals make
As people go about their business like my pain does not exist.
"Come and eat", one of them calls out to me.
Can't she see that my heart's hunger cannot be satisfied
By meals high in protein or fibre contents?
Like a child suffering from malnutrition, my heart lies
Somewhere where it belongs, nestled on a network of arteries
A masterpiece of heart bathed in red yet craving for something.
One heart, one story, one me.
I pick a broom to sweep the little pieces of me and I saw her
Eyes on one piece, ears on another piece
I can't help but smile, even a broken mirror wants to dramatically tell of how scattered this life is.
Like a yoghurt left in the open, love well deserved gone sour.
You wear your emotions like a three -pieced suit
The pefect gentleman, heart enclosed in a castle like fortress
One piece you, a hundred pieces of me at your heels.
Or so I thought.
But then I met this guy while I was picking up pieces of me you had left behind.
He knelt beside me, wrists bleeding as He picked each broken piece
And handed me back to myself.
When I cried, His tears flowed too, it was like we shared organs.
Love mysterious exuded out of Him
Silently He handed each piece but not before He cleaned it up
And when He was done I was holding me in my hands
But yet I was one and the same person.
Then He turned and started walking away
Wait! I called out. "Who are you?"
"What do you want from me?"
He turned and for the first time I saw His face
Love!
They say they found me talking to myself
I know I was talking to Love.
They say Love made me mad
How do you love Love Himself?
I know He said so
He left one piece of Him for me
He said He was the only piece I needed.
One Christ, One Lord, One Love
Three pieces wrapped in one.
This zig-zag love story now triangular
Me, my Love and whoever is willing to complete it
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
future is full of opportunity,
which is upon teachers and friends,
where teacher do all effort to train,
want us to see on the summit,
but friends interfere and never permit,
and act as a success defender.
hell and heaven are two aspects of life coin,
one of then we have to join,
yuck! one provoke for hellhole,
other make the life heavenly.
pioneer are only few,
poisoned chalice are always new,
it's tough to get a *****
in every step we get a bog,
all depend on which one we choose.
hoo-ray!!! fortunately i got and choose,
at any cost i don't want to loose,
he is the only best for me,
who brings best in me, else non.
every second he want to see me bliss
for the he sacrifices his own happiness
in every thing he is too pefect,
that i, i cant reject, and if i had,
it would be the greatest mistake of my life.
i search same diamond in heavenly world town,
but every time my adventure broken down,
for new friendship whomever i catch,
not even a single trend match,
i feel lucky to get unique one.
i have only one diamond,
who can defeat million of demon,
whenever i think of him, i fell proud.
whom i have opt from the crowd.
i am sure i will never get another,
i wish like him for my every brother.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC