Writing Prompt

I am made entirely of flaws stitched together by good intentions.

Something in my bones tells me I’m a rather inhuman invention.

If you buried me alive you wouldn’t know the difference because you never paid attention.

Give me clemency for my portrayal of the tension.

And let me have solace for the sake of unnecessary redemption.

But you stitched me this way and said it was to “teach me a lesson”

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‘I am made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions’

She was conditioned to hate her body. To sell it. Red was temptation, greed, hate, anger and war.

The mirror also depicted the ugly side.

It showed the scars. It showed the pain.

It showed the burden or her burdens.

She cried for help. Many times. They listened but she was deaf. She walked alone. So she thought.

The scars...

You know what they say

It feels like a party everyday

But not for Bertram!

He is a dimond

“I hate kids” he may say

But we love him anyway

He is wonderful

And also gay

So that’s cool

I love him

I don’t care what you say

Slay the day away

To Bertram from Quinn

I love you pookie...

When The world seems to be ending

It never really does

We as humans

Know what loss

Love

Hope

And fear are

We as humans cannot begin to comprehend

Time space or the relavance of anything

When we make a mistake

It puts a mark on our lives

When we accoplish something great

It paves our way to success

We try to help anyone

We fail to help everyone

We strive for Peace

We yearn for freedom

And It al...

I am made entirely of flaws

Stitched together by good intentions

Boundaries made by a machine

Easily cut by those with shears

Who care more about themselves

Than those just trying to stay whole

I am entirely made of flaws

Stitched together with good intentions

Desperately hoping the flaws you see

Don't drive you away

While hiding the ones that certainly will

Deep inside along the scarred and brok...

I am made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions.

Cause when I;

Scream I scream so loud, neighbors surrounded by sound-proof walls hear

When I’m angery it’s so prominent, the holes leave a trail

When I’m proud, I boast as if one couldn’t fail

So let’s raise a toast

If a toast is worth toasting

To a passionate kid

Who’s stitching his flaws together.

But oh yea I forgot to mention...

I cut my hair

I didn’t care

I wanted a change

I wanted it short

I cut my hair

5 inches today

But then I was like “ hey I don’t like it”

Nay.

I cut my hair

It’s WAY TOO SHORT

I hate it

I want it back long you stupid wart

My hair is now just under my shoulder

It looks like a giant boulder

I cut my hair

Hoodies I will now wear...

TW / Christian Theme

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I am made entirely

of good intentions

stitched together with flaws

laced by grace through faith

knotted and sewn

with dealthy depravity

hemmed with hellish ambition

tailored in white robes

and soiled linen

with dust and sackcloth

wrapped in hate and rage

shrouded in sin

bound in tainted flesh

filled with blood and soul

saturated in salvation

and wretched self

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‘I am made entirely of flaws,

Stitched together by good intentions.’

Pulled in by your maws,

And bad reflections.

‘I am created by light refracted,

Broken on the church floor’

Hope has been subtracted,

And been shown the door.

‘I am buried in your chest,

Next to your last wish.’

At your own behest,

My soul was your last dish.

‘I am burned in your memory,

Next to the hell we made.’

You would oh ...

I am made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions.

Intentions are the driver behind all action but somehow I got lost along the way.

Way out in the deep end do I find myself, unable to stay afloat, all expectations becoming too much.

Much thought is given and I am reminded of the stitches.

Stitches that hold me together slowly become undone, the horrible parts of me slipping throug...