I have several toxic habits - I know - I read an article on the web.
It's a miracle I'm not an axe murderer, based on what the experts said.
I use "should" biased judgements - when things go amiss.
I think about the future, when settling down to rest.
I obsess on defining the "best part" in each of my experiences.
I often think in poetic terms - which has driven wise men delirious.
I have nova bursts of interest - which escalate into crushes.
I keep a mental list of incidents which, if left unmanaged, lead to grudges.
The flaws go on and on - God, I simply am a mess.
I need to face my many flaws so that they might be addressed.
Do you think anyone is ever perfect?
Is it like playing whack-a-mole?
So that no one ever ends up perfect - they simply end up old?
I am going to lock up all the axes before I comment in case you remember this incident. Perfection is boring, I strive for imperfection daily and belive I have accomplished my goal. But seriouly a good, humorous introspective write.write
Oh, I'm the queen of imperfection - a Major screwup sometimes.. which, I believe, out ranks a captain? (I may have to look that up) =]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perceptions - I have wondered why people feel so unhappy about themselves and sometimes have a face lift which after a while they don't like. There's nothing more perfect than imperfections, actual or perceived. My poem ‘Mirror' sheds light on this subject.