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Dez May 2020
Two birds flew above the steeple
Below were two people
This I saw through a peephole
And they were together made one soul
Never would another moment be dull
For in themselves were they made whole
But no one knows how the future will unroll
But I hope there love lasts longer than normal
For I know under pressure even coal
Can be transformed into something beautiful
So can two normal people be made to be something remarkable
To often we forget that the remarkable happens in what we consider normal.
Yoonsun May 2020
I speak about my trauma often
not out of a want to be pitied
or attention. (Everything inside of me wishes
to be invisible.)

But,
I speak about my trauma because,
like a white water river–
my thoughts, feelings, and memories
come flashing down,
and I am engulfed
in flames.

My pen grounds me.
It is the only way for me to see
I am burning.

I wish to longer speak about it, too.
I wish to be “normal”.
I wish to just “get over it”, (like I am expected).

But my body
will not let me forget,
even if I wish
to forgive.
A test, another thing to best,
A new you for another day
Sometimes you can't survive the burden,
That lay on top of you.
Your shoulders were never weak,
Until you saw the path that lay ahead
The mystery of life brings you down,
How does someone stay content amid such chaos?

Building yourself up every day
Only to be broken down again,
Overcoming your shallow misdemeanours
One day at a time.
If there's no bliss at the end, is it even worth it?
How hard must one grovel?
Maybe you've never seen the real thing?
Or maybe this is that path you were too afraid to travel?
If overcoming is the result, why must I even bother?

Maybe all I want
Is to persevere,
But towards a tangential goal
The sight of which still seems near,
It is too much, I often lose myself
In trying to build houses,
Over the grounds of disdain and despair.

Maybe all I want
Is to be happy right now,
Not thinking too much
About the load that I have to carry.
On the road with my dusty soul
I often wonder about could have been
Had I been normal,
Not letting my mind into overdrive
Running wild with thoughts asynchronous,
Maybe then I could have finally put on a savoury smile.

Can't always be proving myself,
I should instead focus on growing myself
To deal with things I've never dealt with before,
Tackle all of the unknowns
Trying to hold on to my peace of mind,
Never letting go of the grind.
What if I lose myself in the process?
What has been the purpose of all this struggle?
Isn't it to find solace in all things uncertain?
Or just make peace with what you had always known,
Still not fit for the task, I have got to grow.

I have got to rise, be mature
Get real about the situation,
Can't escape anymore
Is it a stronger sense of urgency,
Or a deeper sense of complacency?
That keeps you dwelling
Upon how things will eventually turn out,
Maybe you've always known.
Even with the work, you'll probably still end up ashore
In a sea of ghosts,
Never once been able to set sail for the treasure island.

Don't let the result bother you, they say
Well, that's the novel approach,
You've always been told to stay awake.
Never resting, never sleeping
For you might miss your chance,
With your ever fading vision
It's getting rather harder to hang on,
To the thought of you ever climbing up the skies
Bringing upon a tear down your eye.

Regardless, the wheels of change are in motion
You have to play your part,
Even if you feel like a deserted hut on a mountain hill
Like a cactus plant on a long country road.
It feels like the strangest thing,
But now you have a deeper understanding
You have to put it all on the line again.
Let your purpose be all-consuming
For this time if you fall short,
You fail with a purpose
Of trying to never let go of it,
For now, you are closer than where you were before.

If I let my sins do the talking,
You'll only hear them say
Pleasure is all you were seeking,
Pain is what lead you to stay.
Knowing this story of right and wrong,
Of pleasure and pain, of black and white,
Has got no end
Things so often knock you off your spirit
Bring you down.
For it was never binary
But rather multifaceted,
It was all the colours that you had found.

Maybe that's the only lesson here
Altering your thought process,
To walk with different shoes at different times
Always staying on top of each phase.
Winning is rather inconsequential now
In the longer run,
You'd have enjoyed your date with destiny,
With all its ups and downs.
All the times you'd have previously frowned
Now you'll smile in the same place,
For now, you learnt how to let go
Of that two-faced coin,
Holding on to the idea that experiencing a multitude of emotions
Is still a better result than waiting for the ultimate win
Feeling all the colours of the rainbow after heavy rain.
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Sasha Paulona May 2020
Normal people Talk
Normal people smile
Normal people get angry
Normal people are happy
Normal people feel sad
Normal people get jealous
Normal people feel lonely
Normal people cry
Normal people get stupid
Normal people fall in love
Normal people care
Normal people wait
Normal people think
Normal people question
Normal people answer
Normal people get fed up
Normal people die.................................
wilfred nyandiko Apr 2020
I cry
I laugh
Sometimes am forced to act like am okay
Even when things aren’t working my way

You refer to me as perfect
That you give me no space to cry
To me there is no chance of trying
I have to work like my life depends on it

Whenever I try to express my feelings
You say that am abnormal
You have forgotten that am human
And crying is just normal

You say that I have changed
Yeah that true
This is all because of this pain that you have inflicted in me
May be if you would have listened I would have been normal

Right now am indebted to the pain that you inflicted in me
Coz pain is like a loan
And no matter what I do I can never repay it
You’ve forgotten that am human
And crying is just normal
I'm isolated, waiting
at home with my wife
adapting like others
to our normal new life

a few days, no problem
a week, it's a breeze
but, nobody said
there would be days like these

at first it was easy
cleaning, watching tv
I dusted, did windows
even cut back a tree

i worked in the garage
got my records in line
i found about ten
i didn't know that were mine

i've written a little
tried to keep myself sane
watching tv is trouble
watching people in pain

my hands are all ******
they are rough, dry and raw
they are the worst looking hands
that you ever saw

lotions and ointments
I rub them all in
my joints all are aching
like that man made of tin

we cannot have fires
open fires are banned
we can go on outside
we can't move, we can stand

my wife's in the kitchen
busy counting the rice
she's doing it right
she's counting it twice

yesterday morning
she worked right till night
she sorted the pasta
and she did it by height

the walls have been painted
right to the door lip
she did it real nice
she used a q-tip

i've sorted my hardware
all my nuts, screws and nails
i've got some in jars
i've put others in pails

the floors are all washed
the cupboards wiped too
we're adapting quite well
i hope you are too

when the weather gets nice
i'll go cut my grass
i'll use a ruler and scissors
to help make time pass

this is the new normal
it won't change for a while
so, stay at home please
read this, and then smile
Maja Apr 2020
Don’t be afraid of the monster.

The monster was once a normal being,
until something made it a monster.

Don't be afraid of the monster.

Be afraid of the thing that created it.
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