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AW Jan 2019
The noise I hear is just an illusion, I fear.
When I cross the road and drop a tear, a smile tries to appear on my face and people look at me with disgrace.

The reason I smile is because it's fun that nobody reaches up after a while and why should I care, if people only stare.

I just want to be here, what do they have to fear?
Do I get in their way or they in mine, is living in the same city now a crime?
To question is insane because the silence will remain.

They've got nothing to say and I won't ever go away.
I can treat them right or wrong but it doesn't matter because we'd never get along.

These looks tell me more than books. It seems like I should leave but this won't happen as long as I breathe. It's my life and my decision and I really couldn't care less about their vision.

Everyone around me stays silent as if speaking up equals violent.
I have nothing to offer, neither am I willing to take, just respect eachother for God's sake.
nja Jan 2019
Stinging morning coffee bliss acompanies the first cig of the day,
It’s all downhill from here.
Does normal things Goes to lecture
Lunchtime sugar low.
Self-destructive tendencies itching,
Beer kick - gets drunk.
Being constructive is crushing.
Goes to lecure
Mind numbing normality
Home.
Fearful of loneliness and needy, go waste some hours.
Its late. Restless.
Stoop on the street,
with friends. Anxious, ill.
Wasted night.
Collapse into a shallow sleep of self-loathing.
Zombied.
Repeated offence.
An acurate describition of my daily university life. Evident is my dependency on drugs and my fear of being alone. Both loneliness and 'mind-numbing normality' are perceived as a threat. The title comes from the french word for daily life to accentuate the repetition and spiraling.
Seraphina Jan 2019
The trees blossom with pretty, intricate flowers
The petals fall down gently on the shimmering lake
With ducklings splashing about, enjoying the cool water
The fertile grass grows almost crazily about,
Roses and tulips and lilies everywhere you look

But wherever I step
The grass dies and so do the flowers
I sit down, wistfully looking at the ducklings playing
Knowing I would never be able to join them

You join me, not knowing why I called you
So I say,
"I try my best to live my life the fullest, but sometimes I doubt myself too much."
I could never be normal
Too many conditions
And a disease
Just like with my curse of
Plants dying wherever I step

So you take me to a whole different world
No trees in sight, but
With hot, volcanic rock- the replacement for soil
The landscape so bare
And lonely
Without life

I am shocked to see
That wherever I walk,
Plants grow

And you say,
“This land is barren, and lost of life.
But, with your step, you can make flowers grow.
A simple flower as a symbol that all hope is not lost.
You may have lost hope from being normal, but you know,
You still have hope in another area.
You just have to find it.”
angellica Dec 2018
it's funny how society,
creates a box of mockery,
you're thin, you're thick,
you're curly, you're sleek,
all of us scrutinized
with a measuring  stick
of the standards brought
by the noble and the great,
don't do this, don't do that,
do this, do that
that's your purpose
and nothing else to add
"think outside the box",
now you know where that came from,
like being righteous
and normal is a ******* fandom,
say this, not that,
be this, not that,
always walk the line,
always be on time,
kiss this kind of guy,
marry a woman,
all these bandwagon,
all these rules,
we are all forced into a mold,
cutting all our edges,
cutting the things that make us great..
Aaryn Nov 2018
today my therapist
said I looked happy
she didn't know
about the fresh bleeding lines on my thighs
or the broken spirit I can so well hide

she didn't know that my world was breaking
because I'm always faking
a smile
a laugh
any emotion at all
it all hurts

everything hurts
I can feel my veins pushing through my skin
screaming to be freed
and I free them
and pull down my sleeves
and hide

I've been hidden for so long
I feel "normal"
and even though its horrible
I thought that harming myself
was a standard method
to cope

but unlike me
the people around
feel calm and sound
most don't get washed up on shores
of death and destruction
by endless waves of emotions

and most
don't believe the best way to cope
is to set your blood free
and to give up your hope.
Literally did this in 10 minutes and it's a mess but I had to get this out of my head...
Zoe Mae Nov 2018
They said my hand is a weapon

Because it's covered in dirt

So put it away

Before someone gets hurt

They claimed my head is a bomb

Cuz they hear it tick tock

So you best just stay put

Instead of risking a walk

They said my tounge is a sword

Quite deadly but small

So I finally agreed

And beheaded them all
Jade Nov 2018
I never believed in the idea of Normal
When it’s very presence has indicated a
Division
Between people who fit and people who don’t.
Normal is the thing that points at all of you
And calls you different.
I’ve known the phrase ‘that’s not Normal’
And I’ve had the blessing of not
Caring weather I was.
But do not walk up to someone and say they aren’t
Normal.
The entire concept of not being or being Normal
Only divides.
Everyone is their own.
And we are all our own.
And that puts us here together.
We are not alone in our loneliness.
So don’t make someone think they
Are.
Because we aren’t.
We aren’t alone.
And the important thing is that we’re
Together in our difference.
So so what?
So what if no one’s Normal.
11/12/2018
A poem about how even if someone's different, it's important to know that everyone is.
Harry Gione Nov 2018
Stuck in the vortex
Of thinking you know everything
But knowing nothing
Guess we're all Hipsters?
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