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Please tell me,
Who is normal?
Is normal some kind of
condition that society
divides people into
or did we find a way to
create it ourselves?

In many ways,
normal and weird
are the same things.
If only we knew how to identify
those stuck in-between.
Suzanne Penn Jul 2014
Trade me...
lives...
Let me see
how ...'simple "
it is...
  to persevere...
when you are
the scapegoat...
work mule...
invisible...
until
what you haven't done done
becomes noticed'

Trade me...
bodies...
navigate the world
from a distinctly
different
perspective...
the receiving end...
of the invisible 85%
who rarely
get a second glance...
Let alone
a golden chance.

Go ahead...
walk the tightrope...
with two left shoes...
stretch your tolerances...
but you're working without a net
and no
there are "volunteers"
falling all over themselves
just to
  be the one ...

Don't bother
with your opinion
it is now
inconsequential.

As too...
are you.

I think
you'll find...
no seats saved;
no "extra" tickets;
your sentences will start
trailing off...
as you realize that
no one is listening.

I liken it
to the sounds of your car...
each sound
comforting and familiar...
you know exactly
how hard
you can push it....

...The same curves,
always handle differently,
in an unfamiliar
downgraded vehicle.

So to,
go our lives....
becoming callused
and indifferent
to the cars of others...
unless of coarse...
beep, BEEP.....VAROOM!!!!!
pretty...
Shiny....
RED!

Perhaps instead...
admiring ...
noticing...
appreciating...

There is
tremendous beauty
in watching a pro
surf the serendipitous waves...
all the while...
being charming, witty,
purposeful...
but most of all
unaided...
A gleeful grace

effortless...

Perhaps
one day....
my demolition derby
of a life...
will allow
the crossing of our paths.
And if
you still maintain
that smug
judgmental disdain
you seem
to be so proud of...
I will drop this *****
into 5th gear...
and you my pretty...
can **** my tailpipe!
There will be some who will no appreciate this piece...
Honestly, I didn't write it for them...
I wrote it for all of those
who have struggled
through all the Judgmental Disdain
of the other 15%
who feel as though
anyone could
because they did
...
Sara fairmeal Jun 2014
I thought writing would be easier.
But i find myself back spacing my words like i do my thoughts.
Putting them away for fear of others judgment.
jellica Jun 2014
You cant let people scare you.
You can't go your whole life
Trying to please everyone else.
You can't go through life worrying
About what everyone else is going
To think.  
Weather its your hair, clothes, what
you have to say, how you feel, what you
Believe & what you have. You can't let
The judgement of others stop you from
Being you. Because if you do you are no
Longer you..  Your just a copy
Remus Jun 2014
Everyone believes in a
different cause.
Your cause could be
women's rights
and mine may be
if ranch is a breakfast food.

So if someone says that they
do not support your cause
do not get angry
because you may not support
theirs.
Just kind of open your eyes
elizabeth Jun 2014
We were barely teens together
and now we're barely sober
on opposite sides of the country

I see photos of her,
sparking thoughts I wish I could erase

She gained so much weight,
I wonder what happened,
She used to look so good


In my critical analysis of her figure
(I could earn a PhD in Judgment of Others)
I miscount the curves of her face,
the shadows falling where they should not be

Her cheeks, I see
(they've gotten bigger)
but I forget to cancel out
the inflation from her smile
Jesse J Gray Jun 2014
Stress Is all I think about
The Hard times and the good times
Never last
Its in the past
Loosing control
Don't be a fool
Your just using me
Just like a tool
Feeling Blessed
I have no idea what went wrong
I loved you for so long
But my heart isnt here
I promised I'll always be there
Don't fear this feeling
I call love
God gave you that feeling from above
Letting my mind wander for hours
Waiting for you to bring me that one single flower
Don't tell me whats wrong and Right
I'm not going to stop without that fight
Fighting,punching and staying strong
with all my might
Voices telling me to obey
I don't care what they say
I was young when i wrote this. I was going through a lot and was really depressed and couldn't be myself because of my religion so I wrote a book full of dark sad and depressing poems.
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