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Leila Ariana Dec 2014
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.
  Dec 2014 Leila Ariana
MonsterInsideMe
"I'm just tired"
she whispers
"tired of resisting what my heart desires"
then he kissed her
and for a moment she flew
forever wanting the kiss to be lasting
bet she never knew
their love would come crashing
so fast and so hard
she thought that they were meant to be
but he played her like a card
now she sits there all alone
forced to watch him with her
"Don't you miss those hours on the phone"
"Can I make your feelings differ"
she's broken
she's so tired
tired of being open
now that his feelings have expired
"Come back to me"
she pleas to you
but he always wanted to be free
his feelings were never true
  Dec 2014 Leila Ariana
MonsterInsideMe
at nightfall the storm comes
which gives the beautiful blanket
time to streanghten and rebuild itself
for the hurricans of the next day
the city blossoms yet again
continuing to cause more destruction upon the blanket
which has become solid and more breath taking over time
chipping away slowly
blow by blow
piece by piece
tear by tear
the blanket dies
as the blanket is chipped away
slowly and painfully
the city feels no remorse or sorrow
night falls over the world
over the heart of the blanket
as tthe blanket is no more
its youth and beauty
dead
along with the blanket

— The End —