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As a little girl she always knew
That she lacked something special
Her own mother reminded her constantly
And the lass is now a grown woman

Adult experiences confirmed what was true
That she was just ordinary and dull
A woman with no it factor
Invisible to all before and around her

She's heard and hears stories of other women
Who use their wiles on hungry men
'If only I had that gift I'd feed a hundred of them'
Instead she's bypassed like she's invisible

Old age is catching up to her now
She may as well be thin air
The only ones who see her are other women
But never the men she dreams of

Ordinary is boring and typical
Nothing exciting about this creature
She might as well be dead and buried
Along with any hopes of truly being seen
Opening his mouth,
letting his words pour out,
he went from extraordinary,
to extra ordinary.
I know you lay awake wondering when your time will come
you have dug your way out of the ground
everything that tried to bury you has failed
you were created to to put the night sky to shame and you were born with fire in your blood
you are the exception
the difference
using your energy to try to align your life with theirs is only pulling you away from everything you're meant for
you were never meant to look like them
there will come a time where you will be so glad you never settled for the ordinary
If I would have been in place of Shakespeare,
All my sonnets would have been about you.
My fantasies would fantasize about you.
I would have composed ballads and free verses,
On the letter sheets of my heart,
I would have written with a sparkling quill,
drenched in my emotions.

If I would have been in place of O.Henry,
All my short stories would have been about you,
About how we met and how I fell.
I would have penned novels and dramas,
On the sacred pages of my skin,
I would have written with a sparkling quill,
drenched in my emotions.

But, well, I'm nothing more than an
An ordinary girl who is in love with an ordinary guy,
Who takes her to extraordinary places.

An ordinary guy who holds her hand out of nowhere,
An ordinary guy who romanticizes every stare.
An ordinary guy who looks at her with love in his eyes,
An ordinary guy who is ready for her, to live and to die.
An ordinary guy who asks her " Can I kiss you? ",
An ordinary guy who makes dreams come true.
An ordinary guy who makes stars sing,
An ordinary guy who makes flower rings.
An ordinary guy who left himself for her,
An ordinary guy who painted her with love colour.
An ordinary guy who looks at her like she's the only one,
An ordinary guy who makes the beats of her heart run.
An ordinary guy who sings love songs,
An ordinary guy who makes right out of wrong.
An ordinary guy who makes her write,
An ordinary guy who encourages her to fight.
An ordinary guy who calls her life,
An ordinary guy who wants to make her his wife.

I'm nothing but an ordinary girl,
who is deeply and madly in love
with this ordinary guy.
Lee Aaun Jan 21
I wonder
maybe
Fairytales
are extraordinary
stories for
ordinary people.
Johnny walker Jan 12
In the last year, I've grown so tired from struggling to
just survive In this world I've been left alone
In
When I think I'm turning the corner to making a go of things "wham hit again a bolt from the blue more demanding
letters
More threats on top of the grief  I'm trying to deal with thought I was doing so well how foolish I was
to think
so
I was right all along this world Is to cruel
to even want to be part of
makes me wonder why life was ever started at all doesn't seem to have a place for me
anymore
In truth I don't think there ever was at such a low I'm going to have struggled so hard not sure
If I have that fight left In me anymore or more to the point I have to ask myself do I really won't
to
A very honest and truthful write of how I feel, more to point of this world and the way ordinary people like
myself are treated the disabled
homeless the poor how those In present government sleep at night Is beyond me one day there will be a reckoning they will answer
He was an ordinary guy who went looking for a dream after many years
of waiting one day Is dream was
realised
He found his sweetheart
and they married and had a son for twenty years or more he lived his
dream
Till one day his dream was taken away and he had to relive his life all over again but this guy I write about In truth Is really
me
And ordinary guy who went looking for a dream he found It twenty years he lived the till the dream was taken away
Helia Dec 2018
Head pounding
Like rainclouds
Filled to burst
With dark thoughts

Chest aching
Like her arms
Weeping red
And throbbing

Tears running
Like her dreams
Ever farther
From her grasp

Heart breaking
So much like
The promises
To herself
It rains. It pours.
It breaks. Once more.

January 1, 2018.
Johnny walker Dec 2018
I have never read a bad poem to me there's no
such thing, a person puts
pen to paper those words
are so Important to that
Individual
They want to be heard express their emotion and  feeling through words they write so Importantly are their words to themselves and especially to those who read
We all know of the great
Poets, but we sometimes forget the unsung poets those who write In between their working lives
Those who write In there spare time after arriving home from school, the mums and
dads
Just the everyday guys In the street who write beautiful poetry expressing their feeling,
they are all so Important
to poetry writing and should be given recognition for their poetry
A dedication to poets of all walks of life you're ordinary
guys In the street the unsung
of poetry
Hunter Green Nov 2018
You don’t light up the world, but you allow me to see.
The truth still hurts,
But everything is now warm and full of life.
All the beauty around me,
I can feel it and touch it,
It wraps me like fog hugs the mountains.
I can’t help but slip into dreams,
Even while it’s right in front of me.
The worlds that you create break my mind into rosy memories to fuel my sentiment and comfort every day.
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