"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
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
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Aurora is the effort
Of the Celestial Face
Unconsciousness of Perfectness
To simulate, to Us.
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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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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.
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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...
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
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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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.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 5:52 AM UTC
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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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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
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
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
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
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
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
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
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
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..
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
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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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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
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
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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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
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
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
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
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
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
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)
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
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
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
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.
Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
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.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 1:07 AM UTC
I must be obsessed with unhappiness
To chase the perfectness of you
But it’s true
It’s true
The perfectness of you
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 2:39 PM UTC
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
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
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
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC