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M Salinger Jul 2018
The sun dips,
behind the mountain,
behind the treeline,
into the
blue

The way I wish you would.

Your eyes,
the colour of evergreens
drenched in dawn
& gilded

the afterglow,
the embers of the day
fading & strong,
reminding me of another
day, with you
& without you

I know, you know
no one is
perfect,
but, do you
know?

Here?
In Here?

I'm scared this might be the
closest
any one of us gets

Here.
You & me.

Dive into the
fear
so I can take your hand
& walk barefoot
while everyone we love
sleeps,
while the night cools the
earth
& we're drunk off the
scent
of a true midsummer night's
dream

When will you finally
tell me,
certain as the dew
that kisses the morning,
that the only lips
you want mine to
touch
are yours?

Because I can feel your
rhythm,
the way a breeze can tell of a
storm

Lean into me.

As we take in the
beauty
that surrounds us,
so I can put my head on your shoulder
& rest easy
hearing your heart beat

Because mine
beats for
you.

Tell me you'll find me
when the time is
right

Because I'll wait for you.

The endless
grey abyss of winter,
painful & biting & testing
I'll wait for you like
I wait for
spring

Because you are the
deep evening sky
& I am the coral clouds
as the sun dips,
behind the mountain,
behind the treeline,
into the
blue
Inspired by the great beauty of British Columbia and how it's grandeur and imposing nature can be reminiscent of imperfect love
Ciara Jones Jul 2018
Did you know what I felt
When you spoke an untruthful truth
Did you see my happiness melt
When you thought you were trying to prove

Can you look out at the mountains
And see where the ridges formed
Can you look at the many fountains
And see their designed forms

What do you define as perfect
And what do you believe is worth it
Is it the reefs in the ocean
Or is it the truth you consider worthless
Monica Alvarez Jul 2018
They told me I'm being too cold
So I set my heart on fire.
It was too much for you to hold
So you blew the flame until it dies.

They told me I should be sweeter
So I destroyed my walls and let you in.
You're not satisfied with what I offer
So I tried thinking of another scheme.

They told me to make myself pretty
So I studied ways to get myself fixed.
But there she is with effortless beauty
She needs nothing like magic tricks.

I stopped listening to what they say
And let you see the naked me.
I may be flawed in many ways;
I'm imperfect, but I am me.
But I didn't listen
Anthony Mayfield Jul 2018
Perfectly imperfect
I’m that kind of man
Happily unhappy
That’s how I stand
Chaotically peaceful
That’s my jam
Jovial anger
Is that what I am?
Obedient resistance
It’s time for a renaissance
Time for some changes
Avery Glows Jun 2018
I want you to know that
no matter how
                irrational
                                  ­illogical
             dissociated
                                 disconnected
                 sporadic
                                 scattered
                    erratic
                           ­      brusque
          anticlimatic
                                 abrupt
        idiosyncratic
                                 volatile
   temperamental
                            and
                   ­               fickle
are your emotions.
To me,
they are valid;
they are whole;
they suffice.
Because,
you are only as absurd as you believe you are.

And absurdity's boundaries stretches linearly,
into immemorial time.
2018 June
temporary Jun 2018
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.
Been feeling lately that I shouldn't say things and try things because they aren't correct or original. But so what if it's correct or not.
Kiahlee Jun 2018
When you said I was beautiful.
I fell apart.
The wall I had built around my heart.
Started to crack and then it crumbled.
I closed my eyes to keep back the tears.
That had been building up for years.
Suddenly the mask of indifference fell away.
And the tears started to stray.
The pain I felt as you watched the tears stain my cheeks.
I couldn't help but feel so weak.
Your voice was hoarse, 'When you asked what's wrong?'
I stuttered, 'I've tried so hard to stay strong.
But I just can't anymore. No one's ever told me I'm beautiful.
People always utter words that are scornful.
But you were able to look past my flaws.' Then I paused.
You looked in my eyes and held my hand.
And told me the sweetest words I ever heard.
" From the moment I set eyes on you and fell in love with your eyes. Then I got to know you and fell for your personality. But when I saw your flaws. I realized how perfectly imperfect you're. And from that moment I knew you were the one."
I wish a boy would be this honest.
Alexis K Jun 2018
We all have baggage
We all have hate
We All bleed red
Yet we all discriminate

We all have bodies
We all have a different color and size
Yet We have a "perfect" body
That we all buy

We don't all have money
We don't all have fame
Yet this is what we all base it off of
Your status or you name
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