To hell with normalcy.
I'd rather be someone revolting.
It hurts?
That’s a fallacy.
You're a coward —
and that’s fear prompting.
Indeed, there are hierarchies.
And rebelling is... concerning.
Misusing the power to control the industry —
Rebounding on the surface;
it's redundant. It's taunting.
Amuse me!
What — you think this is fancy?
What's wrong with wanting something?
Just because some are powerless... it's raunchy?
Distrust directs the regime —
look, the balance is burning.
Excited to show them dreams —
flaunty.
Look at that smile.
Look at the face.
Full of surprise,
sharp with the gaze.
Oh! You're blushing.
Excuse me — my breaching tendency.
You're beautiful.
And shy.
That's... compelling.
I wish you'd stay that way.
But —
the farther we go,
the greater the dismay.
Subdue this malice.
Subtly play.
If you want the prize...
you gotta pave the way.
I hate it when you're bamboozled,
procrastinating as you sway.
Can't you just stop being a wuss?
Even forecasters have their days.
But in this dance of defiance...
let courage lead the way.
Shatter the chains of conformity.
Let authenticity — stay.
For in each rebellious heartbeat,
a revolution brews with a glaze.
Even a meek-looking fuzz
can become
a blasting,
blazing
wave.
-Asher Graves
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 6:25 AM UTC
To hell with normalcy.
I'd rather be someone revolting.
It hurts?
That’s a fallacy.
You're a coward —
and that’s fear prompting.
Indeed, there are hierarchies.
And rebelling is... concerning.
Misusing the power to control the industry —
Rebounding on the surface;
it's redundant. It's taunting.
Amuse me!
What — you think this is fancy?
What's wrong with wanting something?
Just because some are powerless... it's raunchy?
Distrust directs the regime —
look, the balance is burning.
Excited to show them dreams —
flaunty.
Look at that smile.
Look at the face.
Full of surprise,
sharp with the gaze.
Oh! You're blushing.
Excuse me — my breaching tendency.
You're beautiful.
And shy.
That's... compelling.
I wish you'd stay that way.
But —
the farther we go,
the greater the dismay.
Subdue this malice.
Subtly play.
If you want the prize...
you gotta pave the way.
I hate it when you're bamboozled,
procrastinating as you sway.
Can't you just stop being a wuss?
Even forecasters have their days.
But in this dance of defiance...
let courage lead the way.
Shatter the chains of conformity.
Let authenticity — stay.
For in each rebellious heartbeat,
a revolution brews with a glaze.
Even a meek-looking fuzz
can become
a blasting,
blazing
wave.
-Asher Graves
Was scrummaging through some old notes and found a poem I wrote two years ago. Thought I’d share it here—funny how words from the past can still echo in the present.
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