They often say, “The road to hell

Is paved with good intentions.”

But good intentions stitch my flaws,

Which number more than I can mention.

So must I keep along the path

Intending good but doing naught?

Intending to love my neighbors

As the good book always taught.

Can I change or I am doomed

To continue with good intentions?

Can somebody please save me

With well-timed interventions?

Can you t...

I am made entirely of flaws,

Stitched together by good intentions.

Sometimes there are tensions

And intentions with the words that arise.

The birds,

Tend to know these words.

Within your eyes,

I find myself rise....

i am made entirely of flaws stitched together by good intentions

simply a mosaic of events and insecurities held together by the glue of good deeds

and though my mind screams that i am simply an odd invention

i understand that my flaws hiding in the shadows

are not over powering my soft heart

for even the glass mosaic of flaws and insecurities is not stronger than the glue

without either, the ...

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

Though I find the courage to take necessary steps,

Fear consumes me, trapping me in despair.

My heart aches to close the wound, to stop the bleeding,

Yet my actions fall short—my flaws are too overwhelming,

Too many to count.

I attempt again and again to make the best of bad situations,

To create an outcome that lifts the light hi...

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

The road to Heaven seemed like a dead-end.

Indebted my soul to a toxic deity,

Whose jealousy isolates me—

Everyone is an enemy.

He tells me he has a thousand celestial eyes—

That he will know if I build temples for other gods.

I am made in his image:

An ego as high as the Tower of Babel,

Heart as fragile as the walls of Jericho....

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

A heart that wants to open wide and swallow whole

Envelop you in the love I feel you deserve but havent yet felt

Shower you in closeness and show you your gifts

Make you feel love like you havent even dreamed

After you’ve showered me in love and re-assuring words

Caressed me, expressed the feelings that are firsts

I finally feel s...

“she is made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions.”

my heels click, click, clack on the floor as i show my possible buyer the new model.

“her fingers, 5 on each hand, are greed, sloth, pride, envy, and gluttony, while her wrists are lust and wrath. her chest and hips are manipulative, and her waist is ill-tempered. her feet are stubborn, her calves inconsiderate, her thig...

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”

...

‘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...