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Brandon Amberger Dec 2015
I would like say thank you to the freaks
Thank you to those who chose the road not taken.
You are the leaders, the trendsetters.
Even with fear your curiosity was stronger.
It is them that have brought us into the future
It is the mutants that have evolved us.
Through a random mutation we are **** Sapiens
So I say thank you to the freaks
I hope I'm a freak
Oscar Mann Nov 2015
The first time I visited the freak show
I nearly burst into tears
It wasn’t because of the cruelty of it all
It wasn’t because of their cruel deformities
It wasn’t even guilt, not even a bit
It wasn’t about the greed from the stupid ***
Who ran the freak show

I burst into tears because I immediately understood
That the roles were reversed
And that we were the freaks
We, the cowards, who hide our deformities
And denounce our guilt as useless morality
And clutch onto greed and a hunger for entertainment
While every day we ourselves star in the freak’s parade

And the freaks themselves they are not moved
By my dreaded revelations
For them the truth was always pure and simple
Bonded by their deformities
They understand kinship and compassion
As they clutch on to each other
And the parade of freaks moves past them once more
♥ We're not normal ♥

♥ We're not like others ♥

♥ We're not like you ♥

♥ yes were very different from others ♥

♥ We are the freaks ♥

♥ The center of the shows ♥

♥ We are the outcasts ♥

♥ With our insanity that grows ♥

♥ We are the forgotten ones ♥

♥ The ones left to die ♥

♥ We are the lonely ones ♥

♥ The ones who silently cry ♥

♥ We are the ones, broken through beatings ♥

♥ Crying through the night ♥

♥ Silently screaming ♥

♥ Because at time we were lost ♥

♥ Felt we were drowning ♥

♥ But this is what brought us together you see? ♥

♥ Because we are the dark, the abandoned and empty. ♥
♥ Hope you liked it. ♥
Mandee Patterson May 2015
No one person's personality is unique in any way.

If you've at some time been exposed to a television set, a film, a piece of music, a book, a magazine, or people in a closed environment, then you are not in any way, shape, or form an original person.


We are all just composites of the things we've come in contact with during our lives, we pick up the things we think we want, or need and apply them to ourselves, and sometimes it's a sham, and sometimes it feels real.

The only way to be original is to be put out of society the moment you're born, but even then you may take on the characteristics of the wildlife you come in contact with... so apparently you're ****** no matter what.

I suppose what makes a person unique is the way they mash up all the **** that they've been exposed to,
whether they do it in a somewhat original fashion, or if they do it in a way that is similar to those around them.

Societies fear those who do not take the path of least resistance, and those are the people we call "unique", "different", "ugly", "weird", "stupid", "genius", "freak", "amazing", "loser".

They're the attention getters, and those who seek to get attention.

The ones that take the easy road to be accepted, they're the one's outshined,
and they have to get revenge some way, why not talk ****?

I can say though, that I feel real, I don't feel like I'm putting up a front for anyone.
Most days I like who I am, most days I lie, most days I'm honest.

*Circa 2009
cesca thorne Apr 2015
a label
something they said,
often
I was led to believe the real truth
the truth that i wasn't perfect nor was i extraordinary
The lies
The truth
nothing made sense anymore
ugly, fat, loner, creepy, weird
i was now a cereal box
many labels of not normal ingredients
Xan Abyss Oct 2014
They call me a raving lunatic
My mind is poor and sick

Manic vagabond, mystic sorcerer
Snake Oil Salesman, Son of Lucifer
Given wings of Raven feathers
Cursed to live in stormy weather
Chaos lives beneath the color of my painted teeth
I've a dark mind indeed, of morbid persuasion
Come sing along to your damnation
Ride the cannibal sensation
Devise a way to survive the game
Or you won't get out alive again

Alchemy infernal, elixir of dark might
Inhale the emerald Smoke of Jesterian Light
Given to us a seventh sight
Arise to conquer the lies this night
Our darkest night

A beast, a fiend, a wicked thing
I'm a regular madman
A creep, a dream, a demon seed
A regular madman
Indeed

Follow me through the thick of the trees
Over roots and rocks and dying leaves
To a darker realm of mystery
Where everyone is a freak like me

A better place, you'll see
A better place indeed
An old song about.... (?) ..... I originally wrote for a project that never got used because that project  became instrumental instead.
It's all too evident
I'm in the wrong place
Despite the lack of caution signs
Kissing the door frame

Cookie cutter freaks
I am not fitting the mold
Tell me, what the ****
I've gotten into this time?

I will not ruin my poetry
With your ******* writing prompts
Pre-designed to drain creativity
Leeches to the heart

Here is a giant *******
Creative writing club
**I won't be back again
A room full of art freaks & me.

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