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Started with denial
Too unreal to believe

Then we were lost
No remedy to relieve

With uncertainty & despair
Many are broken beyond repair

But we crawled into acceptance
Built a fort of interdependence

When normalcy seems a far-fetched wish
You realise the time wasted on bigger fish

Maybe its a hint to straighten up priorities
When its life or death,too futile for insecurities
Mansi Sep 28
Normal days are the hardest
to remain close to God

On good days
There is something to
Celebrate with Him

On bad days
There is something to
Cry to Him about

On normal days
Everything feels good
That I forget how much
I need Him
k e i Sep 4
it’s normal.
to have days where you just watch your thoughts reach and flirt with each other in the ceiling.
where you don’t turn that prompt into the opening lines of a poem.
where you’re left unprepared without your best outfit.

it’s normal to have days for sleeping in ‘til 4pm.
where you only tick off two items off your todo list and calling it a day.
where you take time in the shower to sift through your thoughts.

some days are meant for adoring the sky.
for accepting you’re infinitesimal in the grand scheme of things.
some days are meant to be slow.

“and it’s normal and you’re alright-or will soon be.”
My love is wrong in the eyes of the sane
to them it seems my love is irrational
possessive, obsessive
chained to my wrists
I suppose it's my fault
I suppose it's all their's
I think I'm forgetting the normal thoughts
and feelings a person is to have
Clinging onto the familiar
and what was thrown at me when
I was younger.
It scares some away
and brings others closer
Insanity goes unnoticed by those inflicted. Don't go on thinking I'm a terrible person for not understanding social constructs the same way as you do.
Kayla Perkins Aug 31
I'm an artist too
But instead of painting trees
It's my skin that I use
To craft my masterpiece

I'm a poet too
But the way I write my scars
They sink into my body
They sink into my heart

I'm a liar too
I can look you in the eyes
And tell you just how much
I love to be alive

See? I fit right in...
Kristina Aug 26
is a construct
used by the middle class
to structure
things they don't understand
in order
for them
to justify
hiding in their
perfect world bubbles.

is a construct
that makes them
feel safe.

I'm not normal.
You're not normal.

Let's crash their bubble!
Moksha Aug 24
Fear comes a walking,
Not clothed in black, or in plain clothes
but in style...passionate and powerful.
it is in the ordinary disguise that our
senses are thrown and we are caught off-guard
taking it's delicious offers to heart, ceaselessly.
It is easy to spot, but difficult to discern
And if left, will amass a great wealth of its own.
-elixir- Aug 15
I wish you'd all see the person
in me beneath my insecurities,
layers of locks into my heart.
Why'd you leave me before I speak?
am I not as normal as you?
what is normal if there are many?
Am I crazy or are you blind to see the
normal in me?
I wonder what's missing in me that
forced you to leave.
As you remain blind to the eons
of hope that remains in my heart for you.
As I redefine my normal for the next layer of lock
that encapsulates my heart.
It hurts when your friends and those you held close to your heart ignores you and turn their backs on you. You feel as if your opinions are not normal and you question your sanity.
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