Perfectly Imperfect
Not perfection, my heart desires,
But joy to light my spirit's fire.
My quirks and flaws, I will embrace,
For they define my unique face.
To learn and grow, my endless quest,
From mistakes, wisdom I'll ingest.
My flaws give strength, this truth I know,
Perfection's burden, I let go.
Greet the world with a joyful glow.
Together we walk, hand in hand,
Imperfect, yet shining bright in the land.
Echoes of Longing - A poems from "Can I call you sometime?"
Have you ever missed someone, my friend?
A void within, an ache that's real,
Thoughts of her, an emotion I feel.
A solitary path, I often tread,
To anyone else, I can't be led.
In memories, I dwell so deep,
Doing everything for her, I keep.
Regrets sometimes cloud my view,
Our past, a tapestry of shades and hue.
She, not a listener, yet I yearn to share,
Talk of everything, lay my soul bare.
Love lingers still, a flame aglow,
Impossible to let go, this I know.
Without her, life's an intricate chore,
Yearning for her, I can't ignore.
I miss her quirks, her childish glee,
Her imperfections, a symphony.
A confidante I need, a soul to see,
In her presence, I wish to be free.
"Can I call you sometime?" I dared to say,
"Anytime," her words did sway.
But now the line remains untouched,
To respond seems to hurt too much.
I delay, I avoid, messages go unread,
A way to ensure our ties have shred.
For her, perhaps it's best to let go,
Find a brighter path, let her heart grow.
Is this my course, the right decree?
In the night's embrace, I still plea.
Uncertainty lingers, like shadows in night,
Love's complex dance, a continuous fight.
Read the writing here -> Can I call you sometime?
In your presence, I find delight untold,
Even if fleeting, it's a moment of gold.
Your essence brings comfort, warm and true,
In your company, I feel brand new.
The way you speak, your laughter's sweet sound,
Revealing love's magic, profound and profound.
And your smile, a portal to another sphere,
Where joy and serenity always appear.
But alas, I fear this is our goodbye,
Destined paths may lead us to say "Nigh."
Yet, if love's fate binds our souls together,
I'll embrace it wholly, now and forever.
With every beat of my heart, I declare,
The love I hold for you, it's rare and fair.
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
- Emily Dickinson
| Photo by Moritz Böing from Pexels |
I awoke and flung the out
Somewhat louder than the speckled trout
While I pondered, taboo and standout
It was cut out, roundabout, devout!
The lost left losing
Of the aside's that is cruising
Of the nudity's that is refusing
Deep into that darkness deteriorating
I remember I was betraying
ah, distinctly I was stoping
I threw my melt upon the floor
It threw its ghost against the tailing




