Not so perfect

Perfect< perfectly< PERFECTION

these, this, its every thing that im not,

and this is not caption

yea im tall im dark some say he might be hot

but the cover is just for inspection

come inside see what i got

but beware its just the inception


when you look at me il be looking healthy and strong

look inside ill sing u a different song

on the outside you'll see a smile that endures long

look inside you'll find that your oh so wrong


Love is but an emotion

captured in two peoples devotion

caught in ur actions and denotation

but seen to linger not long before implosion


Love is not perfect for its hard earned and fought for

its the kind of love i had for through ur walls it tore

my love does not bear gifts, trinkets money and more

but it will love you up down sideways and to the core

my love comes with the promise of a better future, that's for sure

and all the love that i have is not mine but its all yours.

Written by:An Aspiring Poet

Chest of Points in Time

Before I was here, I lived in a day from the past
The days of the past that hindered my pride
To be proud of my perplexity of proximity to infancy
In the body of approx the past's future-today
But as I look back to the mesmerizing growth of the past
The body in which the future resides seems lured to synthetic promises
Processing to the guarantee of endless maturity
So the ultimate assurance of maximal inheritance is prohibited
But my inheritance knitted by the past I cherish
Like an old cloth that covers a gold shell
A shining shell shimmering with golden olden memories
The worth of every bits and pieces of everyone's thoughts
Thoughts that fought the walls to bits and pieces
Before I was here, I lived for the worth of my present
Pioneering the presents of life into the tomb of future but a pleasant present
While living to leave a beacon of present's grave_ our yesterday's well lived.
And now I can proudly say I was here. I am, I will be there
As for my chronicles I shall let my future tell the tale
Because I am too alive to narrate the best and worst part of my survival
In a Jungle whose destiny is not outlined
In a jungle whose Journey is not offline, so neither is mine
Because my destiny was designed from before to last the entire after
Thus I continue to mine the profound casts of self-worth
And reveal as I resolve the equations of tomorrow's mystery

Ausy and Maliez

HypoChristian

This is a melody of a broken spirit
A rhythm of a troubled pulse
Whose passion inhaled, once, compassion of sweet evil
To quench the human thirst of lust
Nourishing the hunger of envious flesh
But living to submit to the pulsating nerve of temptation
So the human ego doesn’t get bruised…
But You, Lord, always fought the demon that no matter how many times I blessed, always failed
Until I realized, I’m just trying to live up to society’s level
Resizing the truth to fit my frame
Christ died for our sins
But what we fail to understand is,
It should have been us
Nailed, bruised and bleeding on that wooden cross
We are guilty… and there’s no need to dip it in honey
Because a sin is a sin
But living in these dark days where the bible is cut into only, “5 things GOD wants you do to”
Cutting down the minerals and vitamins of our souls
Starving the inner person and making him grow anorexic
All in the name of, “saving time”
Forgetting that we serve the Author of time
Who could rewind, fast-ward, pause or even stop our lives
While we’re still stuck in the fuss of good deeds… good life…
But actually glamorizing bad
Because “good” to the flesh is bad to the soul
Though they work in conjunction-
See… we’ve got prayer partners
Who not only pray with us, but also remind us of the bad that we’ve done
So how good can we get?
When the lips that pray for forgiveness
Are the same lips that only Heavens know where they’ve been
During those days when we let that liar, cheat and thief into our hearts
Only because we took matters into our own hands
Made ourselves our own god, and tried to direct our own actions
Taking away God’s responsibility
Because we modified the ancient words of Proverbs 16:9
To suit our desires
Instead of modifying our ancient deeds
To live as in deed, God’s children

-

When I think with Ink

Sink your head in my heart and feel the venom that intoxicates my blood
It is the flow of an ensnared mind with scorpions
Stinging the caves of a silenced soul but speaking the truth that I feel
Scan and see through the dilated pupils of my poetry
The consequences of the pill I’m willing to overdose- thinking
An echo of a trapped voice in the house of its mind
A salad of deafness and muteness- bottled silence
When senses dwell in the story of the within-
To be silent is not to be quiet
Speaking is not to be heard
But thinking with ink, is to voice your concern!

A ruptured spirit

We’ve been propelled thus far by feelings of sharp silence

Hand in hand, in the presence of piercing terror

We failed to break out and admit our treason

Here we stand, closely far in the flood of memory

Flipping through the rugged pages of our moments…

Look through the binoculars of a pedestrian view:

“The simple coincidence of collision” is observed-

Why can’t it be like it seems?

We’ve grown whole with a hole

So lucid yet faint

Our chemistry has been roasted in sulphur

And now we live as stark shadows subjected to our own weakness

Lord knows why our passion hasn’t been leveled to foundations yet-

-MalieZ

Missing

This place was unfamiliar,
Grimaced by the vile thought of disbelief
My heart still heard the sounds that squeezed neglected tears
Weeping as it kept the treasure it once treasured - a beam of sunlight stole appearance through the curtains of the heart mirrors.
Moments prior - flapping with joy was my hyper, courageous self.
Managing to snatch a few smiles from her startled face that kept her bright eyes shining like the moon in the night,
I was lulled to think that she defined the treasure I longed.
Expressionless social networks can't bridge the feeling we communicated.
Her voice once arranged with sweetness, pause of breath-taking chuckles and tenderness, seemed as it if it had grieved the day before.
Exhausted time frames filled with coupled anger produced a desire for hatred.
On the periphery of my heart - Neglected fantasies stay engraved as heart walls that one day can be explored.

~ThaUsual!

MY ALL

My wishes dished on a golden plate for me to encapsulate myself within all that I desire, admire.
My need to feed breed not on greed creed for I am freed growing a seed so green never grim. My paradise appetize energize the eyes, this tropicalized Zion, colossal utopia obliterating standardized thoughts.
My destiny I cannot deny, on it I rely striving driving towards whats fine, mine!
My life fortified bliss apex of reality realm of levity every breathe an asset treasured.
My love covers her whole my girl a pearl weddings bells in my heart forever she dwells.
My wealth a well by the sea waves of billows rich pitching me above the clouds.
My toys Rolls Royce Benz friends come lets play pray for more until we grey.
My legacy no fantasy has no enemy predecessors a thousand generations.
My joy My happiness My love My success My all My life.

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