i used to want perfection. Now I'm just not so sure.

i loved this, i really like you're writing, it's so open and honest, it's refreshing really.

I believe the word for this is WOW! I can't believe someone so great has actually reviewed me and not flamed me!

I love the concept. The wording is too forward. It's like getting straight to the moral of a story without including details. But you've got a great theme.

Amazing.

I kept thinking of Nazys (Nazis) when I read this.

Damn Nazis.

Also, perfection could be thought of as pop. Well, I hate pop. Er, well, it's the opposite of perfection and normal people like us authoresses. Er, nice one. *dances*

This is really good I like it alot.

AMEN AND HALLELUJAH!

ROFL...

"…perfection…IS…

Not. Me.

Not. You.

Never. Ever. Us. "

Amen... haha yeah I'm perfection. Nothing is 'perfect'. Fuck that shit. Humans Messed da fuck up. Cocky and arrogant people piss me off 'cause we're all the same. Everyone is equal to me. We're all dirt. And you can't help who you are... we're born that way. Born ugly, crazy, stupid, gay, etc. Why does it matter? We all fuckin' human. Anyway sorry for bitching... I liked the poem 'cause it has a lot of truth.

~J

Oooh! I like it! The lines are brisk and leave you thinking. This poem leaves just enough something or anynother to keep you thinking about it all day! I love it!

Okay, that was great. I agree...what is perfect, anyway? Nothing. BTW, thanks for reviewing some of my poems and stories :) And what you wrote in that one review that I must feel like your shrink, that's great for me, since I want to be a phsychiatrist, LOL. Practice!

Ooooh wow. I like this...I know exactly how that feels. But...who would want to be perfect? Like u say, it's so boring! Just EMBRACE YOUR FREAKISH QUIRKS!

Good poem, ("you're you-less," I like that phrase.) I think what you're saying could be summed up: "Perfection is nothing." Or maybe "Nothing is perfect."

Have you read/watched The Neverending Story? In that, Nothing is slowly swallowing up the world. And once it succeeds, everything is perfect, since all the bad things have been obliterated along with the good. But one grain of sand remains, and from it springs a new imperfect world. This poem reminded me of that story.

I'm starting to get a complex here. Good poem. one of my favorite sayings is 'one person's perfection is another person's imperfection'. So, technically perfection can never exist. So, why do people want it? Why am I asking you? Sorry, I'm weird today.

does perfection even exist? i sure as hell wouldn't want to be perfect... :) good job.

I liked it very good. And thanx for reviewing my poem too. _