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Ace Nov 21
I don't seem like one
I might look normal
But deep down I know
That I'm not like the others

It's a disguise that I put on
Every day and night
Just to be the normal person
you see from your eyes

I don't hate being a ******
In fact I enjoy becoming one
I can view the world from a different perspective
And dance in my mind

Now this ****** wonders
Alone and sober
For intimacy is what I craved
To live happily ever after
....
But isn't it hard
For a ****** to find the one?
Be your own ******. Enjoy your world.
fariha Apr 2021
calling me ****** was her love language,
that would never resonate through my ears again.
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
The stitch in mine
Is not like yours
A cut deep down
Into my soul
Am made of dust
From stars below
In shades I flourish
Deep dark I flow

At home I am
Inside my hull
Away from bias
Rubbed in salt
Away from dispute
Hatred immense
Inward I look
In my defense

Observer of time
A soul so old
Rivaling the titans
I stand so bold

Infuriating accession
From exterior advances
Yet trudging along
Onwards alone

I go
Proctor Ehrling Sep 2019
My permanent mental state is an odd battle between paranoia and self-deprication.
Are they laughing behind my back or am I not worth a mention?
Right?
Luna Jay Mar 2019
My sixth sense slips
Through parted lips.
I started swaying my hips
To the melodic motion
Of my words.
Moving to my meaning-
Standing here, silently screaming.
I am gleaming
With tears that run down my cheeks-
Vulnerable to anyone
Doing the dance of my inner freak.
I leak compassion and
Become myself.
Muhammad Usama Mar 2019
Parents are the weirdest - of God's creation.

I mean, who on Earth would desire the responsibility of another human being from the time they **** in their pants to the time they leave saying 'what have you ever done for me?' ?

Who would, of all the things in the world, like their homeroom stuffed with stupid CDs and stuffed racoons, waterguns and Legos, dried acrylics and miniature utensil sets, ugly pyjamas and strange half-knit sweaters?

I need to know why parents don't object to their kids pooping everywhere.
It's either the kids are super cute or the parents are super crazy.
I'm sure it isn't the former.

A certain lack of imaginative faculties, in parents, is evident to me,quite frankly.

Think of it this way- if it weren't for us - kids, our parents would have been carefree playboys and playgirls, and 'living their lives' - cliché.

What weirdos really!

Their standards of children's safety too possess a particular oddity.
It's only the exact moment of physical contact during a hug that our parents feel we're safe.

Their sense of economy and finance is oxymoronic.
They love discounts. But they'll pay extra for whatever their kids wish.

I wonder how they resist TV shows of most sorts just because they won't have their kids watch remotely explicit content, visual or auditory.

I bet their sense of direction is most unnaturally affected too.
Why do they even follow their kids, when they know kids don't have a working GPS?

Do you have any idea, to what lengths parents go to make veggies seem delicious?
Veggies, Really?

Parents will have you take disgusting syrups and painful **** injections,
And claim they love you.

Parents will have you hit the books,
And claim they love you.

Parents will ground you because you do something they don't like (but they too did it when they were kids),
And claim they love you.

Parents will stop you every time you say a swear word (but they swear all the time),
And claim they love you.

Parents will claim they love you,
Maybe, because they really love you.
Oh, their weirdness never ends.

Parents may seem eccentric,
Their ways might seem a bit too bizarre,
Maybe that's how the people who really love us behave!
Yet, we're always rushing away from them.

If you have ever traveled in a bus, you'll know how absurdly keen the passengers are, to get off, when it stops.
That's how keen the kids are, to leave the laps of their mothers, quite literally the most comfortable place in the world.

Parents really are - the weirdest of God's creation.
And the loveliest too.
Carlyy Sep 2018
Every day, there is a new revelation,
I understand about myself.

It stings.

This loneliness is for my own good.
I see that,
in this moment.
This emotional roller coaster is
Me,
growing out and up.

That is normal.

Let me let out this deep breath.

Let me have this.

And that is good enough for me.
I want a little normal,
to go along with all my weird...
*insert winky face*
Mira Feb 2018
I don't really know how to write poetry
I don't really like showing my emotions
So I guess I'll try my best
Because honestly, I'm just going though the motions
I've actually been using this site for awhile, I just never actually posted anything until now. So, yeah. Prepare for lots of bad poetry!
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