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Miss Fit Dec 2022
They buried a small seed
In a dry parched land
The driest autumn they'd seen
Their aim being to destroy

Winter came, stripped every tree
Of its leaves,
Iced the land
Completely covering the ground

They thought that spring
Would be the thing
That would bury her deeper
Outshine her beauty
As it put blossoms on every tree

But summer's rain fell
She chose to heed
To nature's call to grow
And broke the land
Reached out her hands
And poked her head
Looking for the sun

To their surprise
A number of springs later
She stood among the sturdiest
With blooming flowers
Ready to bear fruit
And once again scatter more of her kind on earth

Miss Fit ⚓
Zoe Mae Jul 2021
I don't make things happen
Things happens to me
I'm just a bystander
no one else can see
I'm just a witness
witnesses forget
I'm just a misfit
the misfitting reject
Swati Oct 2020
//I met you first, when I was at my lowest
I didn't know you, and yet,
you made me feel comfortable.
In those days, when we met,
I had nobody, and you,
you made me feel special.
In those days, I didn't know what to do,
but sometimes you make a choice
in the moment and you know in your heart it's going to change everything.
And in this moment, I trusted you.
I supposed that was love,
for I hadn't felt so ever before.
Our love didn't last long,
because of the differences
and time, and age, and what would people say,
because we were misfits in love, like you said
Oh dear, what would people say?!
Our love didn't last long,
but it did have repercussions,
the repercussions of my first love.
You left me, and now
I am nothing but a shadow cast by your remains,
collecting my broken pieces,
to be whole again.
Since you were gone, I was empty again,
but since you were gone,
I learnt to put others before myself
and since you were gone,
I learnt how to communicate and work out problems,
and how I wish we communicated.
With you gone, and with a feeling of loneliness,
here I am moving ahead in love,
to bear the repercussions,
which they say are hard to forget.//
~Swati
cfrizzy Sep 2020
Usually the underdog,
The weird -- the strange.
Unconventional in style,
But with an amazing range.
The distinction may be clear,
But he has already changed.

From the conformity to society,
To the death of Me.
To the tragic fate that awaits us,
Almost every single day.
We just try to fit in,
But who does that make us?
Just another one of them,
White-Collar with distrust.

Stories tell us to be different,
but in reality we shall halt.
The very thought of variety
Is to be taken with a grain of salt.

When it comes down to being true,
Just try to be you.
You won’t fail your own test,
Unless you catch the flu.
Sometimes it gets hard,
But trust me it gets better.
Play your own cards,
Just don’t be a setter.

In two years from now,
or maybe three.
Someone will ask you,
What’d you do with all that debris?
Tell them you left it,
Tell them wanted to be free.
And that now more than ever,
You can live peacefully.

As I said before,
Life can be tough.
But stand up and roar,
in that mighty Southpaw galore.
Mandi Wolfe Nov 2019
Sleepy Sounds-
cacophony of the
shared studio apartment
An island of misfit
toys
Some straight from
the factory with
missing parts
Some with
limbs lost over
time
All wandered/fled/abandoned
here
neglected/broken/discarded
Five sets of
eyes
finally closed to
imperfection/rejection/expectation
All found now
in this place
Whole
A Simillacrum Jul 2019
do i get points for wearing makeup,
or taking it off? i don't want to be
just another cookie cutter taking up
space on the shores of lake cresva.
Ahnaf Jun 2019
What do you say?
Should I keep trying my luck at the human condition?
I'm struggling to believe the human condition is for all of us;
Because of the way we humans are hardwired to think and judge,
and as a result, the way we have constructed meanings and standards in our societies,
many of us are left with an appalling serving of the human condition,
with little other than pain, misery, and humiliation on our plates

So what do you say?
Should I abandon the human condition and maybe seek more transcendental avenues of living?
(it's not as exciting as it sounds because I'm compelled to consider it)
Or, do you think the human condition can still accommodate for the joys of every one of us?
Kabelo Maverick Mar 2019
The world gives birth
to Monks, Locksmiths and
mocked Rockstars
All live on Earth
to debunk false myths
and cockblockers!
Maverick
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