The Perfectionment of Imperfection

[Mob Boss]

Crimson, sinewy rivers enhance the
moss undertones in my eyes.
And my voice shakes when vulnerability seeps out of the fissures in my spine.
When asked where I am, "lost" is the only word my shy lips can find,
then I self-consciously pull at the hems of my uncharacteristic skirt,
because I'm not so refined.

The perfectionment of imperfection
has become an art form of mine.


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I'm just trying to get myself out of this gosh darn writer's block.

[Miserabilia]

beautiful

[Mynick]

Its truly amazing

[Mob Boss]

Thank you so much, both of you. :3

[Mynick]

Plus i really like how you duel with this idea so to speak.

[Mob Boss]

Thank you so much, Mynick. There was a bit of a duel, so to speak. I purposely did it so. The poem is about being perfectly flawed, so the opposition of the two definitely creates a duel quality. :) thank you for reading.

[survivor]

That poem is truly beautiful and I love the meaning.

[Jess]

Yet another amazing poem :)

[Mob Boss]

Thank you so much....both Jess'. :p I'm glad you both enjoyed.

[sqishy]

Wow!

[Mob Boss]

Wow back at you. :D Thank you. I'm going to assume that was an expression of enjoyment? If not, I'm sorry. :P

[Emerald Dream]

I love your poems, Bridge :)

[Abyssal Echo]

Love it Bridg :)

[Mob Boss]

Thank you both so much. :3 I'm glad you both enjoyed.