Showing posts with label Imperfect. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Imperfect. Show all posts

her inquiry

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, November 19, 2011 0 comments

she  bothered with inquiry while
absorbing his soul:
"what do you want with me?''

to this
his smile perceived her
gullible nature and...

to this
the only reply
to escaped his fragile heart had been
and would always be:

"you're beautiful"

into exile

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, November 28, 2010 1 comments

in place

of all my certainty

a single thought

of why it seemed

i had no choice in the matter

with exile as my dearest comfort

i hold what might have been

and cry

snivel

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, December 3, 2009 1 comments

we're together
grazing the asphalt

you taught me
how to destroy my every dream...
how to die with passion through each
turning lie

i tried, i tried...
until i could no longer feel
my soul

i can't help but to love
the way your breath
intermingles with the night air

it ripples an utterance
of why i
believe
you
complete
me

your face
achieves
an expression that
says it all:
you're utterly
nauseated

i snivel.

Imperfectly

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, November 18, 2009 0 comments

i sense
you ever peering through
my captivation
as words bleed of beauty...
my love, you've always been of
my righteous breath

while sensing you as i traverse
my very soul
through days of yore when once
so peacefully we slept
and loved, and loved again, and
again... forever imprinted atop forever

and ideally with only you;
my one, my all, my very own,
i will lastingly believe it's here
we've affectionately stood,
no matter how imperfectly i am able
to engross.

Pitiful

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, September 21, 2009 0 comments

I realize now more than  ever
That the things I have wished  were perfect
Can never be so in this  glitch
Of a life as I wonder if it's worth it
To carry on day in and day  out
With the weight of my so  called existence
To others I feel I'm  pathetic
As they focus on my  imperfections
My life remains as endless  pages
And chapters of tears and  pain
From time to time I dare to  smile
But it always ends in  shame
So who am I and why am I  here
If I've never felt I  was needed
There are times I cry in the  night
Wishing I knew the  reason

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