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"perfectness" poems
Friendzone Teenage Purgatory Like a mirage of an oasis In a sweltering desert When they're happy It brightens the world When they're sad Your world erodes When you look at them You see utter brilliance Magnificence Perfectness But when they see you They only see one thing: Friend
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
Friendzone
1002 Aurora is the effort Of the Celestial Face Unconsciousness of Perfectness To simulate, to Us.
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Aurora is the effort
For certain he hath seen all perfectness Who among other ladies hath seen mine: They that go with her humbly should combine To thank their God for such peculiar grace. So perfect is the beauty of her face That is begets in no wise any sigh Of envy, but draws round her a clear line Of love, and blessed faith, and gentleness. Merely the sight of her makes all things bow: Not she herself alone is holier Than all; but hers, through her, are raised above. From all her acts such lovely graces flow That truly one may never think of her Without a passion of exceeding love.
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Sonnet: Beauty Of Her Face
let’s split the seconds in two break apart the bark of dead trees and sail away like summer like echoes echoes we’re back here again, no winebottles to hold us the waves break on our skin whispering about echoes of the wind drops like grenade pins paid for by palestinians profits into our superpowers pocket we’re echoes of endless take one of those moments in a second crush it up and breathe it in just how rolled up notes showed you hold this moment longer than you’re meant to steal time from the gods cos i want to look into your eyes one last time til tomorrow i am a series of echoes of endless meaningless patterns like pythagoras put a purpose on me like a madman i’ll scream to anything that’ll hear me the whole room sways to the beat of your breathes the knowledge you cradle like life inside will never leave it’ll warm you in moments of distress you’ll feed it in moments of perfectness sometimes the symbols aren’t right, but you blurred the borders between me and love letters and poems dreams and stories our thought patterns in sync like mushroom trips i love you. - words are infinite like the journey to here the random chemical concotions or just preselected stories. and pi to seven decimal places sounded with syllables sparks superstitious symbols electrical impulses brief bits of data it’s all down to disbelief in coincidence. believing in confidence patterns need a purpose lose yourself in them easier to avoid the pain that your brain knows to be true that you’re part to blame for the begging bin bags the bombs and the poverty the lifestyle of monotony so i’ll keep saying it til i work out how to say it properly... 0.000001/=0
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
mathematics of spirit
let’s split the seconds in two break apart the bark of dead trees and sail away like summer like echoes echoes we’re back here again, no winebottles to hold us the waves break on our skin whispering about echoes of the wind drops like grenade pins paid for by palestinians profits into our superpowers pocket we’re echoes of endless take one of those moments in a second crush it up and breathe it in just how rolled up notes showed you hold this moment longer than you’re meant to steal time from the gods cos i want to look into your eyes one last time til tomorrow i am a series of echoes of endless meaningless patterns like pythagoras put a purpose on me like a madman i’ll scream to anything that’ll hear me the whole room sways to the beat of your breathes the knowledge you cradle like life inside will never leave it’ll warm you in moments of distress you’ll feed it in moments of perfectness sometimes the symbols aren’t right, but you blurred the borders between me and love letters and poems dreams and stories our thought patterns in sync like mushroom trips i love you. - words are infinite like the journey to here the random chemical concotions or just preselected stories. and pi to seven decimal places sounded with syllables sparks superstitious symbols electrical impulses brief bits of data it’s all down to disbelief in coincidence. believing in confidence patterns need a purpose lose yourself in them easier to avoid the pain that your brain knows to be true that you’re part to blame for the begging bin bags the bombs and the poverty the lifestyle of monotony so i’ll keep saying it til i work out how to say it properly... 0.000001/=0
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1071 Perception of an object costs Precise the Object’s loss— Perception in itself a Gain Replying to its Price— The Object Absolute—is nought— Perception sets it fair And then upbraids a Perfectness That situates so far—
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Perception of an object costs
Sometimes it seems like I crave this pain As if it's the only feeling I can know When I'm "happy" I feel nothing Everything seems so perfect sometimes Leaving me numb So I leave that perfectness behind And I search my mind For an excuse to hurt To cry To scream To quiver To feel Something, anything.
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 5:52 AM UTC
Feel
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory— For frequent, all my sense obscured I equally behold As someone held a light unto The Features so beloved—- And I arise—and in my Dream— Do Thee distinguished Grace— Till jealous Daylight interrupt— And mar thy perfectness—
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What I see not, I better see
Nick your love is my drug, every morning I wake up to the thought of your perfectness, every day you amaze me, you make me so proud and I love you more than anything, I would literally do anything for you baby, you are my world and I need you like I need air, I just couldn't live without you, I will always be here for you baby, forever and always, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and you keep me happy on a daily basis, without you I would be a miserable nothing, you complete me, and I can't wait to make you my husband and the father of our kids, words can't even explain how perfect you are my love, I love you soooooo much, FOREVER AND ALWAYS YOURS!!!!! <9999999999999999999999999999 XOXOXOXOXOXO XOXOXOXOXOXO :D
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Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
I only want you
Why Did you have to be so god **** talented The way you walked showed your swagger The confidence the happiness I could watch you walk all day The way you smile For years I thought you practised Because a glimpse was all I needed Before my heart melted for you I've seen you playing games The perfectness The way you seem to never lose How your eyebrows centre and your forehead wrinkles It seems my eyes are trained on you You look so **** good all the time I've seen you grow As has my love My eyes may only see you But your eyes only see them
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
Talent Through Your Veins
Silly girl oh silly girl You cannot have it all Too many toys to play around with, Don’t notice the ones that fall Silly girl oh silly girl Your life is now perfect Skin as smooth as marble, the perfect man You’re not the ones to deserve me Silly girl oh silly girl What has gone to your head? The perfectness, the popularity, the power? You’re not the one to deserve it Silly girl oh silly girl Where are your “friends” now? They’re gone now mama, I will never understand Silly girl oh silly girl Did you think your life was all bliss? Too caught up in all of the action, the worthless gold Did you ever reminisce? Silly boy oh silly boy I think she deserves a kiss Silly girl oh silly girl Here is the one that you missed
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
Silly Girl
Being able to race through the maze that makes up the human mind Getting deeply entwined slowly getting ****** in by the itnrest we find The constant turnover of topics you bring to our mind. Helping me lose grip of reality I start to feed the power of immortality As the idea of time vanishes from my mind. Creating some sort of cosmic vibration that send shivers down my spine I'm so lucky to call you mine. You the definition of fine Meaning, "of very high quality" As stated in the dictionary of our time. But, not everything can be defined Somethings are simply indiscribable, like the beauty you help people find In all the cracks of their broken minds. Helping us understand The perfectness of imperfections. You bring the sunshine in the day and refelt on the moon at night Forever spreading your light. An inspiration to humanity that you bring so naturally Showing, some kind of meaning to life Proving, that even a nihilist can give meaning to life. Leading by example You break through the boundaries of the impossiblities That we so easily create in our heads. Slowly giving life to a new generation. So trust me when I say this -because it's not just me- That can forse The legacy You were born to be
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Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
Timeless lines ,I wrote this for a good friend, nihilist.
You didn't even give her a rose today, how unromantic you are, dude." Exactly ! I'm unromantic. But why the hell are you so **** concerned with me being romantic. Go to her and utter my name in front of her, and just watch her reaction that follows. See if she can hide that blush or not, control that smile or not. A flower to prove my love is a way too offending to us both. Our type of romance is far away than what you imagine about. We need not say "I love you" hundred times a day, we need not write cheesy lines for each other. We don't get jealous of the other friends that we both have. We don't spy each other doubting the trust. You just go and tell her of any another girl I'm in relationship with. She won't be sad or angry, she won't shout or lose her temper. Neither would she call me and start abusing me the way you'd be expecting. Dude ! She won't give a **** to whatsoever you've spoken. Our way of confirming the things are so different that you will die out of jealousy of perfectness. When we share our things, every decisions, situations, not giving a thought of being judged, is the time we celebrate our perfectness together. The time we meet and have an eye contact exchanging effortless smiles, is the time we celebrate our Valentine's day, regardless of the date and day. Don't you please tell her of how unromantic I am, she will die out of laughing..
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
Unromantic??
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died— A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom— The Corn, her furthest kernel filled Before the coming Flail— When These—leaned unto Perfectness— Through Haze of Burial—
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Midsummer, was it, when They died
Drenched in shadows Faith's torn asunder I focus on my ordeal Synapses agony Incomplete tragedy Futile memories will be reborn again Eyes are screaming Heart stops beating Angel's voice becomes my enemy Misled freedom Adore perverted innocence Distort sunrise - so bright Glimpse Devour your worlds Nowhere to hide Around deceit Mistake invented Accept the leash In a maze of slumber I fight for awakening Until my Victory caves in If I could break Time Escape this being of mine I still belong to this pain I can't evade design My cloven life Completes in your deceit Entity's weakening In illusion's captivity Untouched truth consumed my curse Crippled form Insecure energy Trapped in mystified art Enslaved servant Inescapable perfectness Approached to a merciless verge Deep insomnia Night is welcome I crawl to hide back in my disgrace
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
CLOVEN
High wisdom holds my wisdom less, That I, who gaze with temperate eyes On glorious insufficiencies, Set light by narrower perfectness. But thou, that fillest all the room Of all my love, art reason why I seem to cast a careless eye On souls, the lesser lords of doom. For what wert thou? some novel power Sprang up for ever at a touch, And hope could never hope too much, In watching thee from hour to hour, Large elements in order brought, And tracts of calm from tempest made, And world-wide fluctuation sway'd In vassal tides that follow'd thought.
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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 112
p- opped perfectness o- nly the best p- lease give me more c- omplete goodness o- h my great tastyness r- ocking popcorn n- ot much butter though
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
popped popcorn in the afternoon
Odd how faces from a past defined by others now define you Odd they see things, you in a light more bright more in focus Cast aside from the chains of conformity the perfectness of delusion The false image of what is expected So onward to tomorrow and it's dawn
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
Perception
i dont know what to do, i feel so lost and nothing i do seems to help me in this struggle, you dont seem to give me the respect and love i deserve,i dont think you understand how much that hurts me, because all i want is all your love and attention and kindness, but you kind of make it seem like im not worth your time, all i do is love you and talk about you,and am super nice to you,i have done so much for you its rediculous, and all i ask in return is that you respect and love me the way i deserve, and i know thats not too much to ask for, especially after all the things i have done for you and bought you, like that really nice and really expensive guitar! i have never once asked you to buy me something, because i dont want your money, all i want is you, and all of your sexyness and perfectness and your love especially, so please take that into consideration next time you want to be rude to me, and think does she really deserve this, because i dont!!! i love you sooo much ok, but i want you to love me too!! <3
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
so much confusion :(
I'm just a strange man Who wants to hold The finest rose in The world; Mine Jane......... Mine soulmate.......... Mine girl- I'm just a young lad, With his head inside A darkened bag, Waiting for his Queen's dear Breath and kiss to poke holes of air Into the layers of heaven's Perfectness. Because perfect, verily she is To me, a flawless gem Of many sea's. Mine taste-buds bubble with Seed's, wanting her lipstick; Candy flavor. This is mine love- Written down on paper; O' how I need her vapor---- Istic touch, her soul I feel, A vital must. Love her, I do Love her So much; Love her so much. Love her so much............ ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou dedicated)
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
Love her so much....love her so much
Traveling the world upon your hazzy skies engulfed in lustrous plumbs. My lusting of your branches carries us across the galaxy, basking in your rays barreling into my solor powered eyes. Astroids plummeting through space to the rythem of our hearts, dancing in robotic trances among our union. Starships orbiting our rings for all eternity to our guide through wonderous star showers, distributing perfectness among a world          unconquerable
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Undiscovered Galaxy
I could write your name In the fog on the glass Acquire a taste for those who pass. A note on the margin Of a torn out page That slowly yellows with time and age. But nothing will change. The tears melt into smiles Blue eyed rejoice, it's happiness That crumbles as smiles drip from perfectness. The trace of a figure Upon a silver plane We turn, return, remain the same. And nothing ever seems to change.
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Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
No Change Today
Yesterday I began to write My story. I grabbed a pencil And drew the lines That formed the words To tell my tale. A detailed history From past to present. Copied onto a sheet Of the finest paper. A paper so inspiring By its emptiness. Its perfectness. Its crispness. I wrote lightly At first. Terrified if I Pressed too hard The inspiration Would be lost. But the writing Was too dull. The faint markings Needed to be darkened And thickened. So with each chapter I added I pressed the pencil Harder And harder To the paper. Making the words Permanently etched. My heart and soul Were poured into those words Through that pencil. I’m going to write Everyday Until my story Is done. I only started yesterday And the chapters Are quickly adding up. I have twenty-six So far. I wonder how many I can add Today.
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Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 1:07 AM UTC
Yesterday
I must be obsessed with unhappiness To chase the perfectness of you But it’s true It’s true The perfectness of you
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Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 2:39 PM UTC
The Perfectness of You
To look at your reflection in the mirror, Is not an accurate account of the beauty you hold, To take the words of Hate people speak, Is not an accurate account on how beautiful and kind you are. To take the number on a scale and feel too large or too small, Is not an accurate account on how to judge your beauty and hearts size, To look at your arms and see nothing but your imperfections, Is not an accurate account to show your strength in your beauty. To look at yourself in the reelection of the widow, And be happy with what you see, And to relies nothing but your heart that matters, Then you have an accurate account to show your, Beauty, Strength, Intelligence, Perfectness, Big Heart, Kindness, Are all the things that make you beautiful, And though we all may not be happy about somethings in our lives, They only add to our beauty, That shows farther then inside
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
We don't know
Odd how faces from a past defined by others now define you Odd they see things, you in a light more bright more in focus Cast aside from the chains of conformity the perfectness of delusion The false image of what is expected So onward to tomorrow and it's dawn
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
Perception