"unflawed" poems
Among the market greens,
a bullet
from the ocean
depths,
a swimming
projectile,
I saw you,
dead.
All around you
were lettuces,
sea foam
of the earth,
carrots,
grapes,
but
of the ocean
truth,
of the unknown,
of the
unfathomable
shadow, the
depths
of the sea,
the abyss,
only you had survived,
a pitch-black, varnished
witness
to deepest night.
Only you, well-aimed
dark bullet
from the abyss,
mangled at one tip,
but constantly
reborn,
at anchor in the current,
winged fins
windmilling
in the swift
flight
of
the
marine
shadow,
a mourning arrow,
dart of the sea,
olive, oily fish.
I saw you dead,
a deceased king
of my own ocean,
green
assault, silver
submarine fir,
seed
of seaquakes,
now
only dead remains,
yet
in all the market
yours
was the only
purposeful form
amid
the bewildering rout
of nature;
amid the fragile greens
you were
a solitary ship,
armed
among the vegetables,
fin and prow black and oiled,
as if you were still
the vessel of the wind,
the one and only
pure
ocean
machine:
unflawed, navigating
the waters of death.
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It seems like the cells in the spine of my body ache for another to fit against it.
Perhaps not a mirror image or unflawed symmetry,
but
rather just a presence.
Something beyond the lilt of a shadow and shallow breaths.
My fingertips unconsciously linger & idle on the place on my collarbone. Left side, a kiss's width from my chin.
Notice, the word, 'place?' I felt a tad bigger of a human, a bigger piece of this starry starry universe with you.
Eyelashes still flutter, giving way to soft gravity. Hoping your eyes would be reflected against mine again.
I am so very human
with & without
you.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
Gazing into her crystal eyes
not a glimpse of light
in her pale illustrious orbs
her couture matched
the threads of a goddess woven by silk
never has the world heard such a harmonious voice
her hair as black and glossy
like raven feathers
a frame so divine
complexities came to mind
that god himself was almost unable to
carve a radiant smile as glimmering
her soft skin made her known
as the temptress of the night
her sweet mouth sang of hymns children slept too
the curvature of her chin wickedly attractive
following the course of her smile to her rosy cheeks
the ring on her finger is one of saturns
the hue from her lips are as red as foxes
burning with infinite intensity.
Her pale forehead knew every answer in the universe
the glow between her eyebrows majestic
her third eye spoke of exquisite beauty
holy light was her aura
angels danced around her
shrouding her body with stardust from the heavens
butterflies applied her makeup
whenever she arose from her chrysalis
revolving the world on her throne
without a bead of pressure to perspire
her vocals an instrument to my heart
listened to with wild passion
luster from her skin expensive as gold from India
her existence was solace
for rational reasoning alone
unflawed her lips reached mine
under the eclipse
the shadow of my phantom
caressing her hips
my wild craving tasting
what it it truly means to be in love.
The orchestra of her movement
can save a man from death
her words whispered to me like rhinestones
the touch from her waxy hand
trembling across my stature
cracking, shaking
with electricity at every fiber
pulsating from my heart to hers
capsizing from secrets dripping in my ear
she treats me to more wine kisses
traces of her ruby red lipstick
on my chest
her lofty thoughts completed mine.
the golden trim of life
seen throughout the land.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
It's so hard to find the perfect breeze,
One blowing none too hard nor soft,
Carrying a scent of wild flowers,
And moving clouds about aloft.
It's so hard to find the perfect sky,
One blue and deep and bright,
Carrying a sense of openness
With the birds of summer in flight.
It's so hard to find the perfect night,
One warm, quiet and unflawed,
Carrying a mood of solitude,
And a closeness to a god.
Yet no perfection's so hard to find
As that which you extend
And none I'll ever treasure more,
Than to simply be your friend…
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
I love you now, my sweet honeybee
When your collector is full of pollen.
I'll love you then, my lovely hummingbird
When your bright, buzzing wings have fallen.
I loved you then, my dear brown buck
When your antlers were still sprouting.
I'll love you forever, my protector, my pet
Unflawed, unending, undoubting.
Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 9:34 PM UTC
The reason why I always forget,
Why my life would always reset
To some kind of euphoric state;
In a phase of unflawed perfection
Your voice: it's some pleasing sound
And to this, I am happily bound
'Tis the drug that I truly love most
'Tis the crime—this crime is why I live
My thoughts would always stop with you
But one thing I regrettably knew:
Your thoughts you have, when about me—
Opposite from mine: in that exact direction
Yet my love: so overly ignited—
In addition, obviously unrequited
Yet let this be known: that I won't give up
That my all in all: I will to give
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
I wish to fly free,
Like the soaring birds,
To let out the emotions within me.
I speak of shallow thoughts,
Those that gather like a flock
In the center of my head.
It is the flow within our world
That deep feelings are pushed aside.
I guess anything is possible.
I wish to roam free,
Like the majestic beasts.
To bring out the creations within me,
To imagine worlds unflawed,
And maybe one day go there,
To that place of true joy.
I yearn for a believing race,
One, which believes a great truth,
That anything is possible.
However, something can change.
There is always change.
We can wake up and realize,
Our ways are not always best.
We can change.
After all, anything is possible.
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 11:24 AM UTC
Ice tastes better from a glass but you can't bear to part with plastic. I cannot for the life of me understand why you keep your room so cold. The window open, the fan blowing. It's set on high and you sleep undisturbed, unmoved, and unflawed. Splashed across the face of your television is a glossy reality that is anything but. When will you learn that life viewed through rose colored glasses is not a life at all? Worn tight around your finger is that ring you bought at the market eight Sundays ago. Impure metal, as I said, will stain you. But that's you, isn't it? Constantly going for the gold, but getting only green. The barren, glaring space beside you will soon be filled. It's love that you seek, but it's merely warmth that you'll find. Goodbyes were always difficult between us, so I'll say it to your sleeping face. Goodbye. I hope the world is kind to you.
Jan 1, 2010
Jan 1, 2010 at 11:22 PM UTC
What is perfection?
What defines being perfect?
It eats a massive hole inside of me
A super massive black hole
So I try to fill the void
with meaningless
unrealistic words
Told by the famous, the rich,
Of unrealistic lives
Unrealistic perfect lives
Where one goes through trial, and tribulation
But in the end, everything is perfect
Perfect human in a perfect world with a perfect life and perfect clothes and a perfect unflawed masterpiece of perfection
Perfect perfect perfect
But everyone falls short of the idealistic life
that everyone so desperately wants
Or what everyone expects
Don't have time for this
Or this
Or for you
Or for thinking,
Breathing
Because only a couple numbers and letters determine the rest of your life
Or so they think
You will have perfect test scores
Perfect grades
Perfect GPA
And if something happens, it'll turn out perfect anyways
But perfection is only in the mind
So tick tock
Tick
Tock
The bell rings at 2:15
And gives you only a short time
To find perfection
And live perfectly
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
Every crystal
So soft, unflawed
Like water you can hold
But I dare not touch it
For there tears
Tears of those who never made it
Who were dumped in the ocean
Who didnt know there mom and dad
Who never knew how to dream
So I dont touch
I give them peace thats well deserved.
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
He loves me...
He loves me not…
White, unflawed rose petals
One by one
Slipping through the air
Into a pool…
Of tears.
If only I could be
Pure and unflawed
Like the rose
From which the petals fall.
He loves me…
He loves me not...
The flower is
Changing.
Losing its fullness,
It's beauty,
Being torn apart…
It reminds me of something,
But what?
He loves me...
He loves me not...
The last petal has been pulled,
The beauty is no more.
Now the connection has been made.
He loves ME not...
I am the rose,
Being torn apart by love
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
the moon sets in the sky
like a bird knows how to fly,
many people travel by
they never wonder why.
days go by and by
are you living on a lie?
when you speak do you think?
do you ever stop to blink?
have you ever felt the brink?
you have to come to terms
the reality flame must burn,
you cant live your life like this
if youre living like a fish...
trapped in endless water,
do you ever even bother
to look at yourself and say
there has to be a better way.
there has to be happier days,
a tree with perfect shade
an unflawed picture in its frame
life cannot be a waiting game.
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
you're a long-distance splendour
never to be replaced
maybe i'm not likewise
but i'd do anything to see you smile
it's been complex
but complex feels utterly worth it
you may have your flaws
but i have mine too
we're a disquiet pairing
not to be shattered
your agony meets my comfort
i'd have to trek round in circles
just to say this to your complexion
you're beautiful
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
For all my life, all I had ever wanted was for someone to tell me I am beautiful, I'm enough.
That they loved me and thought me perfect, completely unflawed.
But you know what, recently I had an epiphany.
I was flawed and my flaws merely added to or maybe were my entire beauty.
I don't live to be perfect, I live to be me.
And me is a flawed beautiful fierce thing that now I want you to see.
Because I don't want to be seen anything less than,
The wild raging mess of a storm I am.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
Do we inquire to just be heard? Or found?
For I thirst both!!
A movie, a toast, to all concupiscence!!
An attraction between Atlantis and mythology!!
An ideology,
Gleemed between twos kisses,
Where two benches shall be made one!!!!
A clasp tightend by staunch extremities!!!
One soul connection,
Two entities,
Unflawed by mans ***** delight!!!!
A tunneled heaven,
A table polite!!!
Musteth I gait this ill-fated terrain?
Where there's no love, yet all pains to come as womb grosings!!!!
Unrelenting!!!!
Disheartening it is to find mine other fragment,
Where no dialects cometh with mints,
No fridges to hold enduring magnet!!!!
Gridlocked I am to such erroneous enterprise!!!!!
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
Vitrified,
walking as if holding a black umbrella.
Unflawed,
children splash in the water of the fountain.
Fragile,
pacing myself by the cracks on the sidewalk.
Ceramic,
if I fall I will shatter on the pavement.
Anomalous,
no one will be there to pick up the pieces.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
Like do you ever just look at me & say well I'm **** lucky to have you ? Probably not I'm too weird , anyway well I do that with you all the time. I just lay thinking about you every night. I could talk to you all day. We wouldn't even have to say anything to each other really. I crave your touch to the point that my body tenses up for a few seconds. I crave you in general. I don't know what I'd be like without you or where I'd be. You make me so angry when you don't reply after 10 seconds. You make me feel all I need in my life is you (which isn't really true for anyone in reality) but however you're a big part of me, who I am , & who I wanna become. You mold me. You've shaped me into a person who has things to be proud of. You bring so much happiness into my life I quite often ask myself what did I do to deserve it. I'll never get tired of you. Your flaws are what make you perfect. Everything you do is so unflawed to me. I respect you & your hustle. I'll be there for you through rags & riches. They're always like "be somebody's Sunday not Saturday Night". You my angel, are my 7 days a week , 24 hours a day 365 days a year. You're just always there. You love me & all my broken pieces even if at times they cut you , you love that scar it gives you too. Loving you will never get old. But even if it does I'll find a way to start loving you all over again .... ♡.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
What fuels us is much different then what humans need. We need emotions, chemicals, and lust. Zero fuels Steven, Terry fuels Raven; always matching exactly the same but polar opposites not just inside but outside as well, where I am weak you are strong. My knight in dull armor, my prince without the charming, my king without his throne. I will become your throne I will learn you and teach you. Accept without judgement, love unconditionally for all of eternity, i is you is we. For every cut you receive the blood will come from me. Every victory you receive I will be there to claim you, my prize. For every drum of your heart blood courses through me every jump you take I will falter so you come across unscathed. Every push you encounter I will pull you the right way. My perfectly imperfect, my unflawed mistake. My solid ocean your grassy plains with wheat whipping in the wind. When you’re my yellow eyes demon; when black runs your veins I can still see the love buried in your soul for me. In this life and every other you will always be my eternal fire driving me through in my darkest nightmares, the light at the end of my darkest paths, the one to always catch me diving off this cliff , to hold me when I am at my most evil. The angel to my fallen.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Existing merely, my life was blasé
A lone wanderer, trying to escape the indispensable
I built my world on pillars of sand,
Nefarious logic razed my cradle
Ravaged my world where it stands.
Extant for years I was born that day
Rising from Lucifer’s lap to her kingdoms bay.
From a state of limbo I was awaken
By the serenity of the fairest maiden
A promise of nature, she was an angel of god
An enigma in oblivion, she waltzed gaily
Pious was her aura, heart unflawed.
The horde and the crowd, basked in her holy fire
Yet unfazed lay the maiden, void of desire.
In abyss of her soul a pristine child laid
Yearning for love beneath the masquerade.
For Fortuna played wicked with her past
Cynical was maiden, lost and aghast.
A wanderer amongst the enthralled I found my abode
Enticed by the gullible child, towards her I strode.
Unfathomable was the gypsy’s love for the maiden
Cupid and Aphrodite commenced the wheel
And with love and glory was there fate laden.
***
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
And she walked the path winding to and fro in her serpentine steps. Balancing on the side of her right foot; coyly she smiles that lopsided mischievous grin and ***** her head:
"I want adventure and romance, a life of excitement! You can't find that in an office or slaving on end for ends." I thought about these words as she plopped back down on both feet and I ask , "what will you do?" she shrugged, "I just don't know but I need to be far from here, I'm on the pursuit of happiness" ....
So that doesn't include me? I thought to myself, and a sudden sadness swept over me. Her 16 year old figure unflawed and beautiful, she was still my gangly girl inside, wasn't she? Where is my happiness in seeing her acheivements, in watching her grow and change and love? But no, her eyes drop, she is distant, aloof.... she is separating and dividing me heart and soul. She doesn't mean to, it is just her happiness she is after.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
One. I loved you for five years back when that was eternity. But we grew closer and further apart, simultaneously, and though it killed me to. I could not wait any longer for you to make me a priority.
Two. I was very drunk and so were you.
Three. I had the desire to become careless. You were too young and I thought you wouldn't tell anyone. Thanks for keeping my secrets.
Four. I heard you call me pretty.
Five. You told me to meet you in the back room of that party. You lied to everyone rather than admit it.
Six. We listened to some great music and I found things out about you that no one else knew. I admired you for some reason, but you wanted more that I couldn't give.
Seven. You couldn't "rise to the occasion," but I always counted you anyway, since we were there and I would have if you could have.
Eight. We'd made out a few times in lockers rooms and in the dark curtains on stages. Ha! You were an orphan that made everyone else believe it was their fault and like they owed you some kind of an apology. Well, fast forward a few years and you're drunk and joined up and you ***** me. I'd already been ruined enough, so I stuck around. Never hoping for anything better for myself. I was only good enough for you at three am when you needed a ride home, you drunken coward. But I wasn't good enough for you the nine months I carried our daughter, the last year and a half our lives. You've missed out on all the joy she's brought me, and for someone without a family, I expected better. I hope you burn in hell.
Nine. Post-baby, feeling bad about my new body. I had rounded in places previously flattened, and you were a trial run for something I knew shouldn't be as important to me as it was.
Ten. All good things come to those who wait. The only man worthy of my love. I wish I had preserved every good thought and feeling in a jar so that I could share with you. You aren't completely unflawed, but that's fine. You somehow accept me with all my baggage and emotional trauma and tear-streaked moments. I thank God for you every moment I breathe, and you're my salvation from a world that makes women feel like nothing but an object, even though I played the part convincingly. I could never go on without you.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
My sentences get rambled up.
They make sense up there, but not once they're down here. They lose their "umph", their clarity, their ingenuity. Some too short, some too long. Never comfortable or natural in my mouth but perfect and unflawed in that glorious thought bubble.
But I'm learning to say it all anyway. Despite uncertainty, despite unoriginality, despite "perfectness". Because the biggest "despite" I've come to learn is myself.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC