flaws
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you walk so heavy on your feet. you are one-hundred and twenty pounds
and your feet clonk like you have never felt gravity before.
I used to think no one was perfect. The idea of perfect being so distant from reality. Like the stars shining in the sky that continued on indefinitely, his love for me is shocking.
I look in the mirror
Reflecting back
I don't like what I see
Group of girls besides me
Looking pretty
Why can't that be me?
They try to reassure me
I see the lies through their teeth
Since being grown up,
I read more now.
Not just for fun but,
to learn lore and how
this world is run.
This all began in 2015.
When Trump ran,
and I was eighteen,
The white pawn
Forever loyal on bended knee
Sacrificed right to be free
But he fights doubts dusk till dawn
MAybe I am made of glass
And perhaps I am too reflective
And perhaps each time I shatter across the floor in shards of failure I bring us more bad luck
I am not perfect
Though I have tried to be
Sometimes
I still try to be
There is something about being flawless that
Mutes my inner voice as it pauses to bathe
In steamy ecstasy
That very high
I'll be satisfied once I can see all my bones pressed against my skin.
Society taught me that you're only beautiful when you're paper thin.
They say that beauty is only skin deep
Him. I imagined him.
He held me. How nice it was.
His kiss was power.
His flaws belonged to me.
His losses drained me.
I lost a part of who I was.
I became cold and rigid.
I began to doubt.
This book reminds me of you
Soft cover, indestructible
Keeper of an old god
Tell me more about who tore your pages
Where you got the damage on your jacket
Dots in the sky
To connect our sins
So that we see them
The unforgiven ones
Will be green
The forgiven ones
Will be white
Of course you are not perfect,
but why do you fret?
There are many more important reasons
to find yourself upset.
You could be greedy, coniving, full of deceit,
turning a blind eye
America the Great
At keeping
Gun violence alive
America the Great
At avoiding
The hungry and deprived
What’s inside me, you don’t want to see. An endless whirlpool of pain and suffering.I hide it away, for no one to see. But at night, it shows, drowning me in misery.A heart ache to heartbreak.
Flaws and truth
try to get along.
Wound together like pretzels, dancing
like dandelion seeds in a thunderstorm
weighed down by
the stinging raindrops in the maelstrom.
But
they love each other
I know now that I am not good enough for you.
You want always happy and always confident, but I am
rarely happy, and really confident.
I found that bending to be what you want only broke me, so I'm done bending for you.
I am a contradiction,
A perfect contradiction.
On looking in from outside,
I think I'd pass inspection.
My nails are neat, each hair in place.
My clothes the latest styles.
I wear my heart on my sleeve
I'm conceited
and self-conscious
don't forget selfish
and needy
but even with all of these
I didn't see you coming until you were right in front of me.
I wear my restlessness
Beneath my eyes
I am restless
Restless from heartache
Watching my loved ones fade away
And letting others do me wromg
Restless because I am afraid
I glare at the full-length mirror trying
to comprehend this mess
you see in me.
You stare at my flaws, these holes in my life,
blaming them for the problem
burning at your core.
I've thought about this question plenty, too plenty to recountI could shame the number of ripples in the water surrounding theisland in which im stranded, with how many times I've rejected You.
Errors, flaws and mistakesSame but different at the same time,
What’s the difference you may ask
Stay and listen to me explain through rhyme.
Right here, right now
I wish my hands were magic,
instead my touch turns to dust,
and they can’t keep hold any more.
I was "perfect"
I was cute
I was an A+ student
I was talkative
I was curious
I was a performer
I was a jiujitsu competition winner
I was obedient
I was tired before, I am tired now
ouch, wait was that pain real or in my head?Why am I in my bed?...... This isn't my bed....Please let there be red bull or Gatorade in the fridge...... noI love dick- thank God it's removable
Nostrils flared, fists clenched, fingernails digging into my palm, teeth gritting together so tightly I fear they might shatter into a million pieces; my inner demon overcomes me.
No additions, no subtractions, I am an ordinary woman
Simply less gorgeous than what my pictures look like
I am a woman with flaws
With acne, small eyes, and facial hair
Nothing too special about my body
No I did not wake up like this
Not unless I went to sleep last night and woke up in the dress
Cause normally I wake up mess
Because honey I'm too stressed
At least I stay blessed
"Be honest," they said, so honest I was.
Honest as nobody ever was.
Blunt as the barrier between water and oil,
I told them the truth without recoil.
The truth of our cohorts, sad but true
Try to see the best in me
and you will find something.
You will find a flaw, a perfect
imperfection.
I am containing myself,
my greatness,
my potential,
my future.
You look in the mirror,
Begin to apply the corrupted judgments of society upon what you see.
But what the mirror doesn't reveal is what truly matters.
I just wanted to let you know
that you are worth more
than what I can show
or tell
or teach you.
If I tried, it would be like trying
to encompass the sun
in the description of a shadow.
I am a perfectionist with a capital P. Let down if I get less or equivalent to a B, because I want to be the best that I can be, and yet, I can never seem to keep my room clean for more than a week...
I've made mistakes,
But they don't define me.
I have regrets,
But I am not what I've done.
I have secrets,
But they're part of my past.
Come dawn,
And come day.
Maybe if I dye my hair or straighten my teeth,
I'll look just like the glamour girls you see on t.v.
Wonder if that'll catch his eyes.
But really I'm just fine being me.
No need to worry, I'm always happy.
I’ve stopped drinking from the wishing well of health
Guaranteed to keep you young and make all your wishes
Come true. Despite the try my will ran dry
Has I came to the realization not everything is flawless
Looking through the filter I am perfect.
The truth about my life is nonexistent.
Looking through the filter.
all the words I say are pure,
With no stammer or lisp.
Looking through the filter.
I’ve been burnt, I’ve been broken, I’ve been torn at the seems
But our future is the token; it’s the light at the end that beams.
I’ve made mistakes; I’ll be the first to admit;
Birthmark.
Stretchmark.
Scar.
Round cheeks.
Flat cheeks.
Fat.
Muffin top.
Hair on top.
Stick.
Dark skin.
Freckled skin.
Pale.
Flawless.
The girl on the cover of the magazine,
The one who was created with photoshop,
The one who sees the magazine and doesn't see herself.
Flawless.
The all-state basketball star,
My soul
is aching.
Rotting in the remnants of who I once was.
Longing for something more
than
just
this...
Is anything really a flaw?
Our personal quirks whether liked or not should never be shamed,
We have character,
We are unique,
We are not marred by our "flaws" but inhanced
We have no imperfections ,
There are these things called flaws
Do you like what you see
There are these things called flaws
Seen in you and me
Flaws we se see
Oh what a shame
Just differences
I hear of girls crying themselves to sleep because of their insecurities.
I see girls cutting because they're not happy.
I see suicides because they're scared.
Flaws and all I will continue to stand tall, because after all... I am beautifully flawed.
When I look into the mirror , I see smooth brown skin , sharp eyes, a button nose
In all actuality,
We are not flawless
What we believe,
is a broken reality.
We are broken girls,
We are stitched up and sewed up,
With our toes curled.
I see her staring at me
Both picking out each others flaws
wondering how it could be
Thinking about society laws on beauty
wishing I could withdraw.
I stare at her picking out every beauty mark;
Not going to let another day pass me byEven though my hair maybe a messAnd I'm not going to lieI don't always pass the test
But I'm going to let the world know that I'm flawless
She stands looking in the mirror
and what does she see ?
what she appears
to be
a young woman of faith
filled with promises from above
Her flaws run deep
yet she is washed clean
Everyone has flaws,
Some are crippled and debilitated by them
Others wear them as badges of honor and character
I am flawed.But i am happy with my flaws.I may have epilepsy.But it won't keep me from having a pepsi.I may have feelings that i don't talk about.But i am content without a doubt.
Dear Me,
It doesn't matter what you say, you don't know me
I don't even know me...well I'm still trying to figure me out
And yes I have flaws but name a person who doesn't. Not you. And certainly not I.
My hair won’t fall right.
My socks don’t match.
This jacket’s too tight.
These jeans need a patch.
My bag isn’t Michael Kors.
My shirt’s not Ralph Lauren.
I can’t afford designer stores.
I wake up every morning asking myself Is that really you?
Why was I born this way?
all these flaws I see in the mirror looking at myself
could I change these flaws?
Filters and fakenes is a popular theme,
Within the news, and the media, and favorite magazines.
A girl with boring brown hair,
With simple green eyes,
And pale skin and blemishes,
Without a flaw
Perfect skin
Perfect body
Perfect hair
It's a
girl.
We have impossible standards
For each other and ourselves.
It's not fair
My name is Josh, not Joshua.
I prefer the first however
the other was given at birth.
I am respectful, polite everyone agrees
My goals include college in pursuit of degrees.
I found myself in my teens,
I am not like the others.
I am not just another soul.
I have a heart just like the rest,
but it's beat is all its own.
Social media and concern for self-image has created an insane craze,
I often hear
empty words of praise.
Compliments about
my looks, my grades.
No one ever looks
at the true beauty in me.
But I know
what everyone fails to see.
I'm flawless because I'm not a size two
I'm flawless because I have acne
I'm flawless because I'm not the perfect friend
I'm flawless because I have enemies
I'm flawless because of my family
Delicate and fragile,Broken and mended,Metaphorically red and constantly beating,Full of love and care but yet so tender,Pulsing with blood and affection so dearly,
I am me
You are you
We are different in more ways than seem true
You are not perfect, and neither am I,
You are thin, and I am wide.
But while all of this is true,
I was in love. And you were too.we were together, through and through.but you left me alone, Stranded in an ocean of my tears.it was the end. Of me. Of you. Of us. Of who we were.
Flaws and all She was born like this not very tall with curves he likes to kiss the chubby cheeks on her face a smile that lights up the place in her heart is very pure and soft voice that's hard to hear if you're not listening to the words she s
I am beautiful
The face that I hide
It's beautiful
It has always been good enough
It always will be
I am beautiful
The dirt that you see on me is beautiful
Because it means that I can work
As children we are deceived
by society’s definition of beauty.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
and is in no way perfect.
Drained and deranged,
I dreamed I could build beauty.
Blueprinted, diagrammed
Just a god in a cage.
I'll be fine on my own
And your words break my fragile bones.
I'm done with the negativity,
I do not see your physical body
Your physicality is beautiful beyond measure
Your personality eminates frequencies of joy beyond conception
Your character stands tall with virtue and honesty
Some say that bitterness is what broke you,
and ripped your seams apart.
But whatever it was that consumed you,
longing is what lies inside your heart.
A longing to be better, is the single thread that binds you.
The world has too many flaws
But these flaws only come from us
Most people don’t care
They don’t think they can make a change
But we are greater than politicians
We are a family
If someone ever comes to up me
With a bag of Skittles and candy in their mouth,
With the lame pick-up line:
I woke up today with tears in my eyes.
Walked down the hall, Mom asked what was wrong; I couldn't lie..
Mom held me close and whispered in my ear
Words that still ring, loud and clear:
Begin the dance.
Lock the door.
Put on the mask.
Shape the curls.
Brush on the paint.
Plaster the smile.
Look in the mirror.
Look away.
Begin the dance.
People will stab you in the front
And tell you to watch your back
People will stab you in the back
And tell you “don’t front”
You see that kid
Yes the one by himself
You think he's a nerd
A loser
Or even maybe a nobody
All his classmates trease him
Then to go home
And just get yelled at by his parents
Everyone has flaws that are hard to see passed.
But everyone has flaws that are perfect to your perfect match.
Your flaws are perfect for a heart that is meant to love you,
for who you are.
Hope is a knife, faith is murder.
She cries out to you,
but you haven't heard her,
because the truth is you don't care,
and deep down she knows,
but her hope is just the thorns
on a wilted rose.
Why am I not considered to be a good studentor even a good person anymorewhen I receive a "B"or "C"or "D"or God forbidan "F"?
I looked at her
I took a good long, long look at her
At moments she was as pretty as the multi-colored sunset, waving goodbye as it faded it into the ocean
I look in the mirror, but I don’t see my face,
I see a lot of things that are pretty
out of place.
I gather my tools and I primp and I fashion,
A mask to hide
The flaws I imagined.
Bravery, a concept of strange humanity
Is it real, does it even pertain to me?
Myth, legend, flaw of the human brain
Something some feel is the need to gain.
I catch myself
Glancing in the mirror
Looking at the image before me
Unsatisfied
With how crooked my teeth are
With the way my stomach hangs over my pants
With the acne on my face
Unsatisfied
