"perfectionists" poems
I watch my reflection in the mirror
with my pale blue eyes
watching my lifeless stature in the dark
bones made out of gelatin
and my heart out of fragile glass
that breaks everytime i see myself
My fingertops softly touch my face
Tears keep coming faster
till my waterlines are overflowing
My nails grow sharper
and my fingers cramp
digging holes under my eyes
I want to shatter my bones
And burn my skin to ashes
I want to rip the hair from my scalp
as well as all the pages
filled with frustration
scratching and screaming
I have to be pretty
but the need for it grows
as well as the demons inside my soul
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
Over-run by Christian perfectionists, all I can think of is ***
Someone please save me from myself, save me from this hell,
Let me be different or chop them off, I won't be needing them,
I'll just make them go away and disappear, I'll need a knife as well.
My short and useless life will be over soon anyway,
I was certainly given enough guilt I can not hide,
No one will want to be my friend, not day to day,
Not if I'm the one that's got to be the eccentric "lie."
In the end the rest of us are stuck in this abyss,
The one where it's an evil thought to let nature grow,
Allow her to flourish (and why should we let her live?)
To be the one to sew the seeds, but we will never know.
It's a tricky path I'd rather have never been put on,
When I was a kid I thought everything was fine,
Then I grew up and found out I was different,
My train is on the tracks, I'll never make it on time.
And so I ask the world to answer, everyone just laughs,
They tell me I'm going to need to move out of the country,
I'd give anything to leave, but there's no clear set path,
Maybe I should have been born into a different family?
So my friends wish me well, my unborn children already dead,
I don't want to be this way, carry on and sewn shut in tears of red,
I'll be back again to ask for help and they will all just cringe,
I guess they've made certain that I shall be the "embodiment of sin."
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
We are the race that preferred to let the thoughts of perfectionists lead them to think of their unique bodies and features as mediocre. We've chosen to get rid of our individual smells, to be showered by the chemical spells. We could've bathed in nature, yet we chose to be separated from nature. We look upon ourselves in disgust, and condemned ourselves to insecurity and distress. We chose to break into packs led by the wretched, and driven unto distortion. We've governed the Deities' commandments and set them on demand. We've disfigured the beauty of love, passion, intimacy and beauty itself. We've exploited our home, selves, beings and life!
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
What have I done?
what's happening to me?
Am I diseased with
the sickness that's infiltrating
the whole nation
A nation of pill popping zombies
that has addicted itself
to the loophole
of "a pill for happiness"
"a pill for desensitization"
"a pill for nerves"
"a pill for life"?
Why have we become a generation of junkies
whose drug is legal
inflicted on us
but degree holding powers
because "they know better"?
Is it normal for humans like me and you
who feel
who see
who taste
who hear
who smell
to be controlled by a singular button
to be confined to a manifesto
of the "latest trend"
Are we all hypnotized
into morphing into the
"perfect body"
"10 ways to get smarter"
"look like this, don't eat"
is it a blueprint set by a superpower
to transform us to identical robots
to make it easier to control us?
Are we slowly walking down the path
of being identical?
Are we losing the only essence of what makes us human?
Are removing our imperfections
and surgically implanting
"my lips should be like this"
"my thigh gap is a must"
"my brain should have a set of guidelines"
What has become of us?
I pity the fish that
flow with the current
I cry over the youth today
I mourn the artists
of yesteryears
I grieve with the widowers
of lost souls
There's still hope
or so I try to believe
and encourage
the dying breed
of
perfectionists
the humble ones
those whose kisses only
land on lips
and not
*****
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 6:57 AM UTC
The distance never seemed so great
Cataclysm perfectionists
Yet, I am not your humpy dumpy,
Or your fine china ware
Bare knuckles drip sweat with anxiety
I know she wants a reaction
A pulse burst neuron pattern
She wants emotion...my fear...my jealousy
A hulk-like idiocy irrationally irrationalness
Anger does not suit dragons...it is messy
When wisdom is much more vicious
Sound becomes tines of liquid silver endings
Forcing once passionate melodic tones
Into baritone thunder claps of aggression
But strangely...the animals do not run
As patients is a commandeering trait
But the distance g r o w s greater..
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
I don't know who
the next me will be,
what skin she'll be wearing,
whether she will learn to surf the waves
and not just dip her feet in them.
Will this be the year
she finally looks anxiety in
the eye and says
"You will not stop me?"
Will it be the year she finally
looks suicide in the eye and says
"You will not take me?"
My youth and her youth is slipping away
behind signatures and steering wheels,
behind money and percentages,
but these don't define her or me...
If she'll believe in herself,
throw herself into life's ride
and breathe, then she will be okay,
but if she is the harshest critic,
the most high of all perfectionists,
she might struggle.
I want to tell her that breathing
is the most beautiful thing she could
specialize in during her beautiful existence,
I want to tell her to not be terrified of the night,
and whatever lurks behind her eyelids,
It's just a dream girl, nothing more.
I want to tell her imperfection is beautiful,
I want to tell her to commit so
her life can be wonderful,
I want to tell her she wasn't raised
to howl over anyone,
I want to tell her: let them love you,
and let them leave you,
Let them hold you but
don't ever let them break you.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
The perfection clause doesn’t apply,
Yet we struggle to be flawless.
Society demands perfectionism,
But the perfect human ceases to exist.
We are all sinners in an imperfect world,
In a universe that is filled with faults.
Immorality is part of the individual,
A mind which consists of defects.
Misdeeds will prevail in this life,
As wrong acts continues to thrive.
The soul can live based on virtue,
Following a path where dignity rules.
Even though we can’t be perfectionists,
Striving to be finest person is enough.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
They said it was A PUSH
I said this **** is APES
Bananas
Do they know what this system does?
It's all just stress
So they can assess
What you've learned
Meanwhile, they've only turned
A generation into stressed out perfectionists
Or students dropped out, burned out
So many notes, assignments, & essays to write
It's all lead to carpal tunnel in the wrist
Why does this system exist?
Instead make students hunger for knowledge
Instead of stressing out about college
Somewhere over the hedge
The rainbow
Where the grass is greener
I picture students happier and keener
With the love of learning being what we live for.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC
Torn in half and cut in two
Searching or lost
Depends on point of view
Needing to be complete
We search on
Fight and compete
No wonder so many combinations don’t fit
For lovers and perfectionists
Too much choice to claim that that one is 'it'
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 4:07 PM UTC
Sashes on the pavement, lovers in a ditch
singing their own love songs in the highest pitch,
the Heartbreak City banks, full of disgusting ****** and tramps -
welcome to your new Empire of dust, forever lit beneath low phosphour lamps
strutting down those streets with your hands on your hips
filthy smile smeared over those tempestuous lips,
stinking of the latest high maintenance fragrance
the ****** arrogance that flips and fits
the hottest ***** I've ever seen
from a nobody to the penultimate Killer Queen,
champagne, diamonds, expensive tastes,
spending money on luxuries and other waste
oh I love your exotic ideas, your shattering impatient thoughts
spreading the *** craze that warps and distorts,
your people slumber in poverty, weep at your knees
instead of mercy you gift them with drug addiction and disease
children crying upon high streets
lawyers demanding prostitutes for tax receipts -
oh here they come -
the worst is un-seen
oh here they come -
both unjust and un-clean
the beautiful people are mannequins and they hide in shadows
birthed from ****** within Satan's abysmal gallows
clicking fingernails rotted and curled
whispering everything makes sense in a senseless world -
this perfection is not what it used to be
your quest is useless, for can't you see -
the beautiful people are plague, and they hide behind trees
and sooner or later they'll catch you, steal and contort your dreams.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
I won attention
Not by my family, but by friends
I chose words carefully
So as not to hurt others
I arranged them neatly
To please perfectionists
I sang low
So as not to disturb a sleeping bird
Sang high
When I was alone and no one could hear
I gave my heart to many
But never received one
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
You know how easy it is
To point a mistake of others
And how hard it is to point
Our own mistakes
We feel like perfectionists
And we treat our deeds as right
Everytime
This is how we do commit mistakes
We need to introspect
And act wisely
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
I want to improve
I wish I was better
please, someone, help me
understand my pain and suffering
please send a doctor
I am from perfectionists
but they haven't fixed me
and I'm sad that I'm not ok
and it's not ok that I'm sad
I just want to feel something
when I can only feel nothing
why does Salem haunt me
why do witches follow me
and ghosts love me
I just want to feel safe
I just want to feel perfect
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
We are perfectionists content with one-another's imperfections, and I am thankful.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
have found a polite way to
I have found a polite way to say I love you even if I don't really mean it
I have found a polite way to tell you to **** off when you constantly bug me at my place of work, and that is treat him like an employee and then sack him, that'll work
I have found a polite way to tell someone that their weird without making them get upset
I have found a polite way to say to a right wing party that their policies stink by saying, you guys are a bunch of total perfectionists, who care nothing for the little guys
I have found a polite way to tell someone that they aren't the right sort of friend for me by saying, please mate, I need to broaden my horizons, so can you leave my perfect world buddy
I have found a polite way to tell my boss that I am resigning and that is I really don't want this place of employment, it's not really my cup of tea
I have found a polite way tell someone in a bar to stop bugging me by asking them nicely to please leave me alone and if that doesn't work then leave the bar saying if people aren't going to be nice to me here, I ain't going to come here
I have found a polite way to call someone a young bludger by telling them that they are as lazy as you were when you were their age
I find polite ways to say anything because I value my
Life too much to be hurt people's feelings, I am really cool, man
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
I had never met my grandfather
Because he died of a heart attack
And my father got heart medication from the drive-through pharmacy
While I watched calmly from the back
And at the doctor some years ago
They told me there was some foods I'd have to cut back
They both were perfectionists
So with my self-made stress, how can I bounce back?
I'll go my whole life achieving my dreams
Without once looking back
So don't compare me to them, no matter how similar we look
Don't curse me with a heart attack.
Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 12:21 PM UTC
To see myself through anothers eyes
anothers diary entries about me
to hear that someone loves me deeply
but to feel so god **** alone
in every sense of the ******* word
all i want is to be wanted
to look in the mirror and see a lump of clay
fat thick and moldable but never quite fitting the way you want it
when i want to see a marble slab perfect and smooth rolled under
a perfectionists chisel
all i want is to be a first choice
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
Crisp snowflakes on the windowpane
Kisses of the winters fall
Solid mirrors prove I'm not sane
until they are solidly gone
Cracks in the wood
are a perfectionists pain
Not drying the wood
So the creation breaks in time
Soft like a rock against a train
tears will never truly stain
Just like how a poets death
must never make sense towards a true rhyme
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
The perfection clause doesn’t apply,
Yet we struggle to be flawless.
Society demands perfectionism,
But the perfect human ceases to exist.
We are all sinners in an imperfect world,
In a universe that is filled with faults.
Immorality is part of the individual,
A mind which consists of defects.
Misdeeds will prevail in this life,
As wrong acts continues to thrive.
The soul can live based on virtue,
Following a path where dignity rules.
Even though we can’t be perfectionists,
Striving to be finest person is enough.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Honestly, if we think about the answer to this question.
We then would have to admit truth.
Who wants a perfect love?
Where no mistakes are allowed to be made?
Where making up is eliminated?
Because we so determine not to make them.
It's like a smile without a frown.
Where constantly we trying to fool those around us?
Who wants a perfect love?
Where you always measured under a microscope?
Only to have others reminding us of our imperfect errors.
Oh, those perfectionists doesn't see the truth.
For if they did, they wouldn't trying to present themselves so much better.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
This woman is messing with my mental health. She makes me so anxious that my stomach is in knots. She is very aggressive and rude. Lady I am trying to help you. Perfectionism is encouraged but unrealistic. We all have flaws and I am doing my best. You were amazing to me at one point but now all I see is what an attitude problem you have. I see all your BS .
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 2:59 PM UTC
I tried to encase the demons within me
But they escaped and fed on me
Slowly and consequently controlled me and my actions
Oh God i shunned and acted astray
I did the unutterable and made quite a few mistakes
But it was not me
It was because of society that led me to commit such acts and awoke my demons
I was trapped amongst perfectionists and flamboyant people
I was so carried away by what others did, had i known earlier of the consequences, i would never have erred
Expectations and manipulation provoked me
I became so weak that i forgot what it means to be free
I tried to encase the demons within me
But they escaped and fed on me.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC