“Trust insinuates that the human race is unfailing, faultless, flawless, and perfect.”

Trust assumes loyalty; and loyalty in the true sense of the word, the infinite, devoted kind of loyalty – that kind of loyalty doesn’t exist anymore.

I can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.

Evil exists in the shadows of our world and I’m realizing that without the darkness there would be no light. We need both to stay alive.

The child within; raised voice; fast heart; flinches. Flight response, with an attitude and broken hinges. The child within; tiptoes; eggshells. Heaven; hell. Still, she finds a quiet place, safe and tranquil; dwell.

Abstruse spite bleeds from their mouth. I hear the venom, It’s screaming so loud, And yet so benign Reaction, not roused Their “nasty”, so nice The beast lost its shroud.

Clutching a burning match, he said “look, and she’ll explode”. Ignored the gas he poured; his match caused my implode.

We shined a light through our flaws to our internalistic plea. Emphasized the healing that shall set our lost souls free. We were a brief reflection of what we should not be.

You, a God I worshipped Your word was music to my ears Rose-tinted glasses: verdict You confirmed all my worst fears.

The highest love. Highest power. I will let you in. Devour this anguish, I’m harboring, all to you, surrendering.

Endless consumption will not make you feel whole suffer, stained items are not good for the soul.

She’ll find peace in the solitude, in the depths of the well. The darkness alludes to how far she fell. And perhaps, the view is better from way down afar, It keeps the water still In her reservoir.

Move from reactionary; seek neutrality. It’s the only way to truly be free.

My mother used to say “Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today” I say What can you do today to make the world a better place?

I survived the darkness. Crawled. Clawed. Endured. Untangled lies from truth. This wisdom is my sword.

I am worthy and steely. I will conquer again. Truth as my armor; My sword is my pen. Tell me I can’t and I’ll show you I will surviving and thriving is my refined skill.

He always preferred the way my eyes looked after they had cried. I wish he knew how fine they looked once he had said goodbye.

Just like roses come with thorns, beauty comes with flaws. You could be the only rose in someone’s life full of thorns.

I never loved you for your perfections, I loved you for those little flaws which made you more beautiful and unique.

Tell me my flaws, i’ll show you its beauty.

Feed yourself with some love and watch your flaws fade.

Just be yourself. Let people see the real, imperfect, flawed, quirky, weird, beautiful and magical person that you are.

Find the flaws in your ideas and eliminate them. Learn from your experiences.

I put my flaws on front street. So the world accepted my flaws, so I don’t have any flaws.

Whatever an individual chooses to do with themselves, long as it doesn’t affect me and they’re respectful with it, I don’t care what they do. Because I’m not perfect and I have flaws, so who would I be to be judgmental?