Stop* staring at the sun so
******* long
Notice the shadows forming
around you
Embrace it and know that you were
born from sin and death
Hercules *will not save you in your
final moments
So...
Take the chance and tell your crush
you like them
Take the stand against people that
use intimidation as a weapon
Take the responsibility to love
every bit of yourself even when your bones are shattering
*In the end, you will die proud

I dipped a woodlouse in the ink
I set it on the page
Watched it craft fine works of art
I was stunned, so amazed by the words that flowed
I's and oh's there in repose as that louse moved its feet
None here could write with such delight
Such a one word piece of art
And so I set a color pallete down
Watched it work throughout the night
Oh, oh such a glorious work evolved
Of color tint and hue
A work so crafted, so wonderful
That could be challenged by so few
And upon that work of wonder
A one word poem grew
And all this by a woodlouse
Using six legs instead of two

My mother is very wise
she teaches me her beliefs
even if most weren't exactly the societal "norm" that people were used to, being open to everything
thinking before I spoke
being respectful to name a few
though normal is a myth
nonexistent
because what's normal for a spider and chaos for a fly
There is no such thing as "normal"
Normal is a mythical word
No two people are alike, even twins have different personalities
technically normal shouldn't even exist
every societal clique has a different definition
which begs the question
what is normal?
To different people,
it means different things,
to people who listen to the rock genre screaming in music
along with the music is completely normal
To people who listen the the genre of pop music
they come across a song with
screaming in it they thing it's utterly disgusting and horrid
To people who listen to country music
they are not accustomed to rap music
talking about alcohol, ***, and drugs
As well as people who listen to rap, they would dislike country music.
Therefore, this makes normal nonexistent
Everyone has that certain thing about them
that would identify them easily.
hair, eye color, personality, etc.
So from now on, think of how you would use the word normal.

Addiction
     never ends,
          temptation and sin.

Consumption,
     and then I’m lost.

Drowning,
     floundering,
          gasping for air.

Count the days
     until I feel alright again.

But my addiction
     betrays me
          and with one glance
               at a shard of glass
                    I relapse.
23 times—
     a redemption to make up for
          time lost.