If we were all special,
then no one would be.

“The side of her head is shaved,
isn’t that weird?”
Afraid to admit my attraction,
I nodded in agreement.

And in a low voice
I responded with,
“yeah, weird…”
Yet again he pointed out,

“Look at her septum piercing!
Doesn’t she look like Benny the Bull?”
I looked away. Under my breath
I said, “I think…she’s cute.”

My friend turned
with simpering eyes.
“Really? Cute?
You’re a ****** too.”

I looked up, “I’m not weird.
I just think she’s pretty,
that’s all.”
He scoffed,

“Nah man, you’re really weird.
Tattoos and piercings aren’t attractive,
they’re weird but I guess weirdos
are attracted to other weirdos.

Flustered, I looked up to him.
“So what?  Punk rock is pretty.
At least I’m not a pretentious ******* like you.”
And with that, I left him there.

© Matthew Harlovic

You can't put her in a box,
the walls'll collapse each attempt
beneath her choice of locs to rock
Visions voices no relent
Of overcoming lifes struggles
Those with surviving
and those within
Ridin along while it plays out
She don't care to fit in          
She gon do it how she want
**** who & whatever she please
Shittin on every I'll wish
And she does it with ease

~The only guy worth my time! xD I fangirl over the most unexpected movie stars! Everyone's like, Sherlock, Sherlock
And I'm in the corner going, *John, John!

All in open sky  .  .  .
Once was a gnat so preening,
  .  .  .  Even sun was low.

Misunderstood in a world of the regular

My thoughts stay odd when theirs stay similar
  
Imaginations with more loops and hoops than a circus

They call me weird some call me crazy
In a world of my own

At least here I'm king with citizens spawned from my twisted thoughts

Loved by few understood by none

Still not as lonely as they think

Not insane yet on the brink