Best Defect Poems
let’s compare our scars
mine don’t show that much these days
since i stopped caring
still yours were always bigger
and grown ~ since i stopped caring
Defect
Crushed cracked
Smashing snapping shattering
To live the life you want, leave the life that's broken
Betraying forsaking abandoning
Disloyal turncoat
Defect
Sitting here sick to my stomach
if only people could understand
I utter no words
but if only people could see all that I have to say
I speak here because I know people appreciate it
I'm not just another face in the crowd
I'm different from the rest
so they see me as a character defect.
Forced to fit in, when I'm content with who I am
but I'm not accepted by others
They tell me I'm shy
If they only knew
If they only knew
The soup is my bowl
My words are full to the brink
When people think I don't talk
I let it all out here
If I had a caring ear
they would hear more
but all I see is people judging me
why do I have to change
to make others happy
be who others want me to be
They just don't like me for me
I get it
We stutter, lisp and clutter
We are not vocal – mute…
We can be choppy, mumble words
Impaired rhythm, be automatic…
Distort our sounds, substitute, omit
Or string together made-up words…
And all impediments forgiven
But God forbid – to tell the Truth!
it takes a ripple to raise a rumour ~ but a tide to subside
February 17, 2023
Sami LaRose
12/01/11
The Defect
It is an overloud of pressure
Once of with I cannot stand any longer.
All these built up feelings and emotions are driving me to insanity
I constantly feel like I am rocking on a boat,
Forward and backward
Backward and forward
A never ending chain and feeling of motions
I smoke pot to get rid of all that I feel; but the effects only work for so long
And when I go a day without the grass, my world comes tumbling down to (a) crash.
The grass helps me forget everything; it leads my mind to a blank abyss
I am not saying that I want to be soulless
But I no longer want to feel;
Because every time I have ever felt anything it ended in broken dreams and misery.
And let’s not forget the heart ache,
A person can only withstand getting s*it on so much by the world before they finally crack;
Before the drugs finally wear off, and the holding of pain back.
We as people were meant to feel, and when I feel it feels too real
It’s an overwhelming sum of all these emotions,
I feel things so vibrantly it’s scary.
When I don’t feel weird, the grass makes me forget I was ever here.
It makes me “happy” and no longer insecure,
But on the days that I’m sober,
I know the truth.
The days that I’m aware how I feel, I know how bad I’m trying to stay clear
Trying to hide myself from myself
But what else can you do when you’re trying to be someone else;
Pain is pain
Love is love
And a f*c* is just a f*ck.
In the end everything is how it is just plain, simple, and like how it’s spelled out,
So why go through all of that just to “figure it out”
I’m like a puzzle, very complex.
In the world we are all puzzle pieces connecting to one another to help each other out;
But maybe I’m not one missing puzzle piece, maybe I’m that one broken chipped off pieces
Maybe I am; the defect.
Who has invented day?
Does the same entity invented night?
If so, then, the same must have invented sleep
That covers us like a cloak and becomes a means
To hungry to avoid hunger or provides drink to thirsty
Peace to those who are disturbed
Rest to those who are tired
Healing to wounded
And makes an equal a beggar to a king
A proud to humble, all wonderful men to an ordinary
But it has one defect and that is it has similarities to death
Since there is little difference between a dead
And a man who is asleep
Is that defect created on purpose?
If so, then, who is its creator?
Is it that entity that never touches sleep or death?
I’m dying inside and out
The guilt trip you put me through
I can definitely live without
You used to be my strength
Now just my bind
Why can’t I get you out of my mind
They said if I choose you I’ll loose
I don’t need help
It’s you who’s the one that’s got issues
Like I said I will go the distance
Unlike you
You gave up on yourself and the rest of existence
Resistance to love and values on dreams
I just don’t understand why
Why’d your dreams unravel at the seems
Sometimes I get so caught up in my quest
I thought you were the one
No thanks to you I’m starting to care less about the rest
To fly strong with broken wings,
To wax eloquent with but a pinch of words,
To race into hearts and history with one leg less—
These make the truest tales of perfection,
The highest perfection under Heaven:
To strip defect of effect.
Be not tarried by the sight, sound, or feel of a flaw:
No! Truest perfection never lay in the absence of
defects
But in their impotence when we will them down
from hurdle to puddle
As we hop and drop till goal we reach.
Why do we omit to reflect
On the need to genuflect
To God waiting for it in His Altar
To be moved to mercifully alter
What in life makes us falter …
The Often Out-Of-Order
We wouldn’t want to go further
In the nature of a triumphing defect
With its concomitant effect;
As bad as balls that deflect
Or words A Grammarian didn’t inflect …
Ample reasons we have to be sad,
When we keep losing but aren’t mad
Or keep spending hard-to-stay wad
And telling people we once it had.
Born into this world
no one is without defect
till we meet the Lord