THE SPOT

A peek at perfection
is what I need.

A glimpse of heaven
to fill my soul.

The hot sun
to fulfill my yearnings.

It’s here for me
in this one spot.

THE SPOT

A peek at perfection
is what I need.

A glimpse of heaven
to fill my soul.

The hot sun
to fulfill my yearnings.

It’s here for me
in this one spot.

PICTURE PERFECT

Perfect lines cast in the sand.

Left behind by waves

caressing the shore.

Temporary footsteps. 

Like magic?

No, like nature.

THE WATCHFUL EYE

The beauty.

The colors.

The design.

The fine details.

The watchful eye.

No picture can be painted

or statue created

to capture

this perfection,

this awe-inspiring wonder.

Here’s to the creator.

Atelophobia

poems-and-words

Book of the week: Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher

It has a name.

Atelophobia.

Why do some of us 

strive for perfectionism?

Were we born with this,

or taught to behave this way?

It forces unattainable 

and unrealistic goals

upon us.

Once these goals aren’t reached,

we fall down far,

some into depression.

We should try to be our best,

our best within our capabilities,

and not some else’s version of perfect.

Our own attainable goals

will bring us contentment

and happiness.

A PERFECT DAY

niadil:

A PERFECT DAY

Open the window.
Let in the fresh breeze.
A salty ocean breeze.
Ruffling through your hair.
A mist on your face.
What can be more perfect?
The view.
A view of the ocean.
The waves.
The white sand.
What can be more perfect?
The sounds of seagulls.
As they soar through the sky.
Through the puffy clouds.
What can be more perfect?
The sun.
Shining in the sky.
Giving warmth and hope to all.

PICTURE PERFECT

Perfect lines cast in the sand.
Had they been made by man?
Or could the waves had made them
when they lapped upon the shore?
Bringing moisture to the hot sand.
Leaving behind their own
distinctive footsteps.
Footsteps that cannot be duplicated.
Temporary footsteps until the next day
when they appear again.
Like magic?
No, like nature.

THE WATCHFUL EYE

The beauty.
The colors.
The design.
The fine details.
The watchful eye.
No picture can be painted
or statue created to capture
this perfection,
this awe-inspiring wonder.
Here’s to the creator.

NATURE’S BOUNTY

A flower so beautiful reveals
nature’s proud purpose.
It brings beauty and joy
to our lives.
We must open our hearts and minds
to appreciate its powerful message.

DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN

What do you see when you
gaze into the ocean?
Do you see the strength of its waves?
Do you see the vast array of colors?
Do you watch as it pounds the shore,
sometimes with great fury?
Do you see the creatures living
in its murky depths?
I see this and much more.
Its beauty and life force is beyond comparison.
It is perfection.

PERCEPTION

A perfect castle.
Beautiful turrets.
New uniforms on the palace guards.
A royal family living inside.
Is their life perfect?
Whose life is perfect?

A PERFECT WORLD

veralynn23: Bonsai Tree Houses by Takanori Aiba

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could
create our own perfect world?
Every detail in place, exactly
as we plan it.
No surprises.
Everything under our control.
Peace and tranquility.
It’s nice to dream.

ROAM FREE

ROAM FREE

So beautiful.
So mysterious.
The noble beast.
They work for us but never complain.
They carry our loads but never hesitate.
They keep their beauty despite their burdens.
The perfect companion.

BEAUTY IN ABUNDANCE

antepodes:

guavafairys:

green-shoot:

knowhereland:

Imagine opening your window
and being able to look out at your fantasy.
Blue sky, white-capped mountains,
and colorful flowers.
Everything available in abundance
and with pleasure.
Who’s ready to find this place?
I am.

WHAT IS REALITY?

80slove

Edward Scissorhands, 1990

What is reality?
Is it the picture perfect street with no people?
Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?
Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?
It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream
or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.

NATURE'S GIFT

The perfect gift of nature.
No two are alike.
They alight onto surfaces
with the ultimate grace and ease.
Soft as a kitten’s breath.
But with a brief existence.
Catch them while you can.

NATURE AT ITS FINEST

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NATURE AT ITS FINEST

solitaria:

(by grandma hands)

Never to be captured,
but only to be set free.

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simply-beautiful-world:

If man tried his hardest,

he could never create something

so perfect and beautiful.

(Source: flowersgardenlove)

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simply-beautiful-world:
Beauty like this can’t be copied or made by man.
It is nature at its finest.

TO ROAM FREE

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ROAM FREE

So beautiful.
So mysterious.
The noble beast.
They work for us but never complain.
They carry our loads but never hesitate.
They keep their beauty despite their burdens.
The perfect creation.

tulipnight:

The sunlight cannot be blocked by the trees.
It is strong and bright.
It cannot be contained.
It must be allowed to flow free.
Like all things in nature,
the sun shines strong and free.

NO WEEDS

do-we-still-exist:

Nature holds so much beauty
that even its weeds are majestic.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

A perfect rose for a perfect day.
I could be optimistic.


(Source: transparent-flowers)

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bluepueblo:

Flowers and Good Wishes to all my followers.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY