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Moarabi Apr 2016
Some dreams are significant
Some dreams are just fantasies
Some dreams are useless
Some dreams are idiotic

Dreams can make you unique
Dreams can be your drive
Dreams can help you develop a vision
Dreams can make you a dynamic person

We all dream so you are not unique
You can sing and you dream to be star,
You are smart and you dream to work at Microsoft,
You have access to money and want to open another Google,
guess what???
You are not unique.

You must resist and transform structures
You must claim responsibility
You must produce knowledge
You must move through space and cause disruptions
You must affect people by induction

If you become normal then you don't exist
To exist there must be exceptionalism
The normal have no history
The normal have no memory
You are nothing...
This is a poem about uniqueness, dreams and existence.
jennee Dec 2015
maybe i'm missing out on something
but i can't seem to associate myself with these characters
who have fallen in and out of love
i feel like an unwritten persona who's buried underneath
all of these repetitive girls shown on screen
i read books to search for truth and meaning
maybe something a little more realistic
but i find myself speaking such words like
"who am i really?"
i try to search for that one person
to prove if there are things as meant to be's
but it feels as if i'm looking at the wrong directions
or maybe i haven't even started searching to begin with
so here's to everyone who's ever felt lonely
and can't put themselves in their shoes
here's to unrelatable first kisses
and missed opportunities,
secluded activities and muttered words
you and i are worth more than wasted virginities,
frustrating in betweens and cluttered beings
we are made separately for reasons
that make us question our existence
our worth surpasses those of fairy tales
and unrealistic love stories
we are definitions of life itself
we are our own characters
who seek for unconventional journeys
and unscripted settings
maybe we won't fall in love today or tomorrow
or the weeks to come
maybe we will stop to consider that what we have
is not equivalent to heartfelt experiences
maybe we look for something more profound and complex
a cathartic release worth feeling
maybe we are lost at the thought of love
and can't seem to find our way back into it
what i know for sure is that
i am not that girl you will hear from books
i am nothing like them nor the movies
that everyone's gullible enough to believe in
and so are you
we are what's unique and true
and no one can force us to fall in love
no one can tell us when or where
because they will never have the privilege,
to compile and secure mediocre scenes
we will eventually fall into place with our own stories
but i guess for now we're just missing out

n.j.
Something Quiet Oct 2015
Don't assume they're blue, child
If they're not red like you
For there are other colours here
Like green and purple too

A yellow bright like sunshine
A brown like chocolate chip
A grey like rainy storm-skies
An orange salsa dip

A violet dark as nightfall
A white on mountain peaks
A silver-gold of starlight
A pink like blushing cheeks

A fuchsia flower garden
A green of grass and leaves
A black as dark as void-holes
A turquoise like the sea

See, there are many colours here
Like green and purple too
So don't assume they're blue, child
If they're not red like you
Today, I came up with the sentence "Don't assume they're grey if they're not as bright as you". It basically summed up how I realised I often view people and, with a few minor tweaks, it eventually turned into this.
Refrain from the resentment of others
Whose methods may seem foolish, wildly daft
For one will not find common acceptance
Of every individual's craft
Refrain from the resentment of others
Uniqueness, distinction of thought is vast
One's growth depends on self-exploration
For it may expose the world's unknown paths
A reminder to accept everybody for who they are
Kylia Sep 2014
A uniquely unique me,
Is all I wanna be!
When you can be so special,
Why waste your own potential?

When I can move my ears,
And growl (although it's queer)
And choose how loud to ****
--consider it a type of art

When I can hiccup-****-sneeze,
And appreciate blue cheese
And laugh and chortle and guffaw
--all my friends stare in awe.

When I can recite so many words,
(It doesn't mean I'm a nerd)
And snack 20 times a day
--don't judge okay...

When you can do all that,
Why feel the need to act?
Please just accept the fact
You are you and that's that!
I know sometimes people (like me) have doubts, and get depressed, but don't worry. There are millions of people out there who Feel. For. You.  Please just love yourself for you are. There is, after all, only and will ever be only 1 of you!
Marlon James Apr 2014
He laughed about the idea of a god asking for permission

He joked about the prospect of talent waiting their turn

Sing ...
Sing ...
That is NOTHING !
 Idiots ... !
Sing , by crusty bread .
For you anything goes !
Fools !

Until the last day I will ask ragweed .
 Up to the last , against the wall !
Better be vencid , than to be forgotten
But at least I cry , sweat and expel my soul !
 You die with your soul in your pockets !
folded ,
useless
 Just like money not spent abroad .

******* ...
You Apologize
Laughing together
about your own failure .

Embrace the rage .
The man of the future does not go back to be benevolent .
Express your devotion
Ask apologize and thank !
 Give thanks for the arrogance
because it leads you !

And you, woman of the past !
Thank his claws in your flesh
That lead you through the air ,
Although he was distant .

 It grabs you like a bird of prey ?
Burns the house where you were born ?
So what?
How much is to be timeless ?

Forward!
No silly demands ,
Without losing time,
 and without looking back !
Marlon James,  Porto,  Portugal                                                                 23-04-2014
David Leger Apr 2014
Would I be correct to assume you are what you do?
I see you watching TV -- oh, you must be a watcher.
You walk across the street -- no way you're anything but a walker.

She eats, so why not call her an eater?
He sleeps, so he must be a sleeper.

Why is everyone so naive? -- they must be naivers.
Cause if they do it, that must all they are. Right?

I may write poems,
but I am not a poet.

I write the same way you watch TV;
I  watch TV the same way you cross the street;
I cross the street the same way she eats;
And I eat the same way he sleeps!

I am not what I do,
That's not even close to true!
And neither are you,
But if that's how you see me, that must be you.

— The End —