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xmxrgxncy Oct 2016
My poetry voice
can sing like a bird
and drone like the chorus
that no one has heard

My poetry voice
can howl like a wolf
and moan like the windsets
that brush just off  the gulf.

My poetry voice
can scream like the lost
and make a new mark
to be fervently embossed.

My poetry voice
can whisper like ghosts
and fade into darkness
like those we love most.

My poetry voice
can silence like  the grave
and mourn all the losses
I've not written today.
wanted to rhyme, and this turned out really ******. Yay.
Vseslav Kochenov Oct 2016
My darling, what is wrong with it?
It looks like horrifying pit,
But it's my world, as seen by few,
Just as you asked, I'm showing you.

Why are you screaming, dear miss?
No, that's not bottomless abyss,
It's just my head, no need to cry!
I'm "monster"? Sorry, miss. Good-bye.

You're just like others, as I see.
You can't accept the real me.
Nicole Raymond Oct 2016
Taste me on your fingertips
Taste me on your Tongue Touched lips

Soot stained,
Rub me on your window pane

Light me up and watch me burn
Crown me with a flame
Name me queen of Cancer Mist

Exhale the exhaust of your
Machine running on empty

But twist me with speculation
Before you Breathe me in

Hold me deep within your lungs
Feel my fire before you choke

Light me up and watch me rise
Unfurling before cloudy eyes of

Senseless addicts

Sizzling in the morning dew
I've always liked the unpredictable,
the stranger things,
always had a scent for weirdness
Normal is horrible, mainstream is not for me
I like crazy and crazy likes me

If I'm mental,
the world is my hospital,
my friends are my doctors
Being different for me,
is being myself,
open and free,
in a world that is filled with plastic...

Your strange self captures my wicked heart
You're one of my own,
let's go together into the unknown
Bo Burnham Oct 2016
"No one understands me."

         it slipped out in
         a timid whisper
          
                             as she combed her beard.
Illya Oz Sep 2016
Why does your nose 'run' and your feet 'smell'?
Why do we call a building, a 'building' if it's already been built?
Why is it called a TV 'set' when you only get one?
And why does an alarm clock 'go off' when it starts ringing?

Why is it called a 'near miss' when you don't hit something?
Why does 'cleave' mean both to split apart and to stick together?
Why call it 'taking' a dump, when you leave something behind?
And if a 'vegetable' goes into a coma, is it called a person?
English is weird :)
mickaela Sep 2016
I know there are others,
                                                         ­                                                        Like me
                         They are there, searching for each other (and themselves),
                                                    ­                                                            Like me
                                                      I know they are slowly learning the truth
                                                           ­      That, like me, they are not like you

                                                            ­                                                          You
   ­                                                                 ­                            Are you like me?
                                                             ­                    Maybe not, or maybe yes
                                                Maybe, you’d like me, because I am like you

                                                            ­                          But perhaps you aren’t
                                                          ­                       Maybe, you aren’t like me
                                                              ­                     And that’s okay too, you

                                                            ­                                 You are not like me
                                                              ­                     And you are everywhere
                                                    An­d its just like me, to want to be like you

                                                            ­                        You want to be different
                                                       ­                       Unlike me, I want the norm
                                                            ­                    I want to be common...but

                                                   ­        If you were like me and I was like you
                                                  You’d want to be me and I’d want to be you

And, like you, I’d be connected
With the world, related
I’d be like you, associated
With the world, correlated

Like you...I want to be “different”
No,weird.....”Unique”?
Like you, I’d want to be “special”
But isn’t that just odd?

                                                      You know what
                                                        Let’­s just stop
                                                        Tiri­ng, isn’t it
                                                      Confusin­g, silly
                                             Foolish, completely idiotic

                                                    Midw­ay, Let’s end
                                                         Let’s just be
                                                        You and me
I have been on both sides of the spectrum-too weird and too normal. When I felt out of place, I wanted to be normal. By normal, I don't mean boring or whatever. No one is really boring, after all. I mean...you know, normal. Normal?
I know, I don't know what that is either. After I became what I thought was normal, I did feel dull and boring.And it was tiring, pretending to be someone I'm not.

The wise voice in my head told me that I was being stupid and that normal doesn't exist and that everyone is weird and blah blah blah. That voice is probably right. But no matter what, I'll always want to fit in. I don't even want to be 'normal' anymore. Just accepted.

Thanks for reading<3
I'm just a simple man wanting simple pleasure
But below my belt is not enough to measure
So I drive my car
to the nearest lady bar
And slaughter all the men who enter
CastorPolydeuces Sep 2016
I grew up weird.
Both fast, and painfully slow.
I understood everything and nothing.
Socially, I started confident and grew awkwardly
first in the sun, then bending away from such bright attentions. Academically I started out running, always ahead,
always the best, the brightest. Straight As and
mismatched clothes, socially lost
yet somehow showing
'great potential'.

Now I've learned a lot.
All blacks and grays, I've finally
mastered at least a portion of my shortcomings
but its too late. Because I've grown up and its shifted again
analytically I see it, can emulate it, but it isn't
familiar or comfortable, it took me
years to catch up and I'm
still behind.

I've grown up weird.
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