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Poetry | Updated Apr 16, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Perfection is a concept still misunderstood. Follow me as its uncharted origins are revealed for your eager eyes.
I'm not perfect. I'm just me.
Short Story | Updated Feb 21, 2012 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Inspired by something one of my friends said to me when i was torn between them, and another friend, hope you enjoy :3
Poetry | Updated Feb 10, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
In the Valentine's Day spirit, we decided to do an activity in creative writing club where we wrote a not-so-typical love poem in accordance to the style of Shakespeare's "Sonnet 130". It's a great read on the truth about his mistress that many could appreciate, and I strongly suggest it. This...
Eva Longate is what you'd assume is just your average fourteen year old girl, her head full of homework, boys and fantisies of what she could look like. But when Luke turns up claming things that make no sense to Eva should she listen or just ignore him? Where will her desistion lead her...
I wrote this this morning at like 2am, and all these thoughts go through my head 24/7 :/
By Alaina Ash
Perfection is a flaw in itself, and striving to create it shall only result in ruin.
This song is about all of us who are imperfect and make mistakes all the time, and people who keeps on judging you.
Enjoy please! I have no audio though :(
Poetry | Updated Nov 26, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
In simplest terms nothing or anyone, is perfect. We all have our own flaws. I have my temper. my mental state of mind. You are perfect with flaws they define us so we are technically and theoretically perfect.
I'm perfectly imperfect but i am me. This poem is about me loving me for me hahaha
Poetry | Updated May 8, 2011 | Reads: 205 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 6
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Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...