Being average isn’t always bad, but why is more important? We are all different and unique, but we sometimes feel we are more than everyone.
update and upgrade your lifestyle dine with quality screaming it’s my time the further you grow it’s hard to stop lock things up call the cops if you think you have reached the ceiling you just in the wrong room adjust your feelings in the end you are not great in everything just average at most
This unfiltered piece pulls back the curtain on curated timelines and borrowed joy, calling out fake smiles, staged lifestyles, and the quiet chaos hiding off-camera. Through sharp, honest lines, it reminds you that life moves in seasons, that not everything “perfect” you see is real, and that your real work is loving yourself through the mess. Read on if you’ve ever felt behind, less than, or lied to by the feed; this poem was written to bring you back to you.
first of all everybody ain’t happy sadly but life comes in seasons gladly all those posts you see ain’t true these people lying to you fake bags, fake smiles so traffic can drive but hell is hotter on the inside than out beauty is not always surface level as we are drawn to the inside and when others ain’t looking so if you heated and cooking watching people post their lives they got roaches and i know this don’t neglect loving you time heals wounds and shall heal you work on you and your reality so pay attention to your feels stop comparing highlight reels you will be much happier than most
A woman tearfully reflects on a lifetime of cherished memories appearing in a glowing ethereal bubble.
Sunlight has a way of telling the truth. It shows us that nothing grows without being seen, without stepping out of the shadows we’ve carefully constructed. This piece is a quiet meditation on how time, experience, and vulnerability carve their signatures into us, turning our cracks into pathways for light instead of evidence of failure.
sunlight reminds me that nothing grows without exposure
time writes differently onto everyone as experience edits without a guilty conscious just an unpretty art with a honest texture
our cracks were never errors they were entry points for light to be guided
coded by moments compiled by feeling
perfectly us only because we were never meant to be
A man in a hat walks through a sun-drenched park during a beautiful autumn afternoon.
Life is sharp, and the cuts are deep. Handcraft in Imperfection is a poem about how life doesn’t need to be perfect to live it. We wait too long at times to express ourselves; we pose beside truths we don’t believe. We don’t need permission to change; we can just do it.
i lost you in the flow you were moving too slow i enhanced the glow hoping you would be shining in how long until perfect leaving it longer in the oven to bake i took the right amount of time and effort i love what i have created
Constantly running the race in the attempt to achieve a medal, is no way to live. Especially, when the journey, the people, the lessons means so much more to the goals. Merits, unlocks the feeling of wanting more, and having to let faith and fate decide, as you are there on the ride.
wanted for so long hugs thought we un-bonding no love but since then faith change my fate feeling like i have the merits to now make it today even through the unjust exists
i got so many designer lines it’s a crime how i cut bacon fat off the backs of pigs greedy they subtracting funds from the needy who are looking for a savior so they need me so I appear to be found chasing away snakes from underground and in hiding tall grass cut that use to be weedy
