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#abnormal
My thoughts are jellyfish washed up on shores made of broken hourglasses, Their tentacles tangling with the memories of footsteps I never took. The pressure of unlived lives presses down like an ocean made of lead, Drowning me in possibilities that drift away like smoke in a hurricane.
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 7:35 AM UTC
entwined in such pressure
tick tock tick tock time runs forward miasma in my brain a spark that keeps lighting, lightning in my limbs been alight so long don't know what it's like not to burn
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Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
Anti-Normalcy
Dude, cultists are so awful. Double-speak, indirect action, All this horrid pageantry. The intelligence is so lacking, The feebleness so evident. Not only in the strength of their arguments But by the content of its body. Frankenstein & the monster. Very stupid. Arrogant, ignorant? Yep. Short-sighted, unintelligible? Absolutely. It would stun to think If it weren't so simplistic. To take such a reductionist view On things so complex, I do understand that need for you. Baseless threats And poor attempts at intimidation. Meek control Where everything is construed as favor. Cannibals, Obsessed with their palate & others' flavors. Barbarians, Bastardizing the words of others. But to run with it After you understand it, You're a ******* imbecile. To not build upon it But to take it as gotten: You don't get anything. It shows.
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Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 10:03 PM UTC
Moronic Sects, Dumber Pests
Posive Oh you're gonna feel that Be positive on all things Hard to be when they Sawed off your **** legs Where'll you run to now?
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Aug 31, 2023
Aug 31, 2023 at 11:58 PM UTC
Posive
is my existence abnormal ? there are days when i break because i am made to hate myself it isn't right the pain is too great this pain is strength but this strength is pain i just want to be okay .
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Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 5:45 AM UTC
sin
I wish you'd all see the person in me beneath my insecurities, layers of locks into my heart. Why'd you leave me before I speak? am I not as normal as you? what is normal if there are many? Am I crazy or are you blind to see the normal in me? I wonder what's missing in me that forced you to leave. As you remain blind to the eons of hope that remains in my heart for you. As I redefine my normal for the next layer of lock that encapsulates my heart.
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Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 3:57 PM UTC
the deceptive normal
I love it. But grow trees to adumbrate it’s anima. To force a mascaraed upon its glow. Tarp my elation for it. It’s guttural. I feel my definition eave when I do it. Alien cliques called societal norms. Make such a scintillating activity, abnormal. I hurt no one through such a cosmetic lust. Fabric is not a great medium for harm. I cringe at such struggles. For gender roles and such. One shouldn’t care of what other think. God knows I’m a hypocrite to state that. I want to share my “taboo” with someone dear. I need to. Anyone who struggles with personal enjoyment. Doing things that are no harm to others, but are considered deviant. I would love to leave you with a quote. “I am human, nothing human is alien to me.” Where whatever clothes you want to. Love whoever you want to with their consent.
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Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
Insecure
The curse of being the youngest is that They don’t recognise their own dysfunctionality How abnormal is their normal Convinced about the truth Yet less knowledge means less empathy Leading to laughing at you for being you The younguns should look up Yet they are the highest Psychological warfare of the ancestors Why this why that questioning us While we question the world not them ****** up wisdom is theirs But we have clear voyance, crystal I talk to myself because I can hear me And they can’t. Won’t ever…
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
The Curse of the Youngest
What is normal? Is it even real? Why can't we just be ourselves Not be judged By strangers People who know nothing about us They don't know the uncomfortable feelings The hate already being thrown our way Inhumane words Hitting our shields They're breaking now Being smashed I know mine is almost done for It might as well be gone Yet the knives are still being thrown Heading right for me Hitting the target Trying to hit us Right where it hurts Will there ever be a day When we are no longer judged for us No longer tossed away like expired food Kicked out of our own home Seeking shelter But then being abused For just being who we are When are we going to stop being the target Stop being the abused Can we not be humiliated and judged Why can't we just be? Just be who we are without being hated
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
Their Target By: Sunset
When people accuse me of being abnormal because I think for myself, I steadfastly continue to think for myself as I am aware that thinking for myself is the only way that a unique me in my unique situation can achieve my own unique joy and happiness.
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Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
Thinking for Myself?
When I seek to be normal I feel ashamed of what I am actually being; But when I seek my joy and happiness and allow myself to be my unique authentic self I feel joyful and happy just being me even if I am different than the norm.
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
Abnormal and Ashamed?
A mother is dragging her toddler through a supermarket aisle on a shopping trip and toddler says “Mom, I’m tired” and mother says “Be quiet, you’re being abnormal!” A worker says to his boss “I’ve discovered a bright idea for how to improve our workplace” and the boss says “I’m the boss, be quiet, you’re being abnormal!” A politician says to protesters against his policies “Stop protesting, be quiet, you’re being abnormal!” A hurting patient says to his doctor “Doctor, I don’t like the treatment you have chosen for me.” And the doctor says “This is the normal treatment for your condition, be quiet, you are being abnormal!” When authority makes the norms, should we allow freedom of abnormal speech? To achieve for subjects of authority a society which listens, a society which cares for needs, a society which is kind, a society which is progressive, a society which is happier?
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Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
Freedom of Abnormal Speech
I am paradoxical; an oxymoronic anomaly. all my nightmares are made of daylight, but I’ll still sleep to escape the darkness. I am paradoxical; an absurd abnormality. it’s a chaotic peace, loud with it’s bated breath and bittersweet ring. I am paradoxical; an irregular oddity. my counterparts are contradictory, and I change to chance the possibility that opposites attract. and we’re all just paradoxed; argumentative attractions. there’s no stopping at the end, when the sun is low in the soft red sky. where my nightmares are made of daylight, but I’ll still sleep to escape the darkness.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
paradoxed
Happy are those who are normal Those who dance to to sound of weeping Happy are those who are normal They dine on the rosey red remains Happy are those who are normal Those who lack guilt and remorse Maybe my normal is different
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
Happy
I’m supposed to be strong for everyone including you. But whose supposed to be strong for me? Guess I don’t need anyone’s help. I cry but incognito, can’t allow anyone to see these tears. I’ll wipe them away myself. Push it to the back of my mind, all the way in the rear. I’m afraid to share my emotions so I numb it all away, cage my depression, bury my fears. Can’t trust anyone cuz one day they’ll be gone, they leave as they usually do, I tell myself I can’t be mad. So sometimes I leave them before they leave me, Every man for himself right? I learned that from my dad. My biological..... wherever he is in this reality I’m on my own. A solitary mentality The abnormal normality
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
Mentality
1. abnormal in thought, perfect in action 2. people both love me and hate me 3. I come in all shapes and sizes 4. I’m kind of like one, but not the other 5. Sometimes you try to see me. Do you know what I am? Different.
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
Different.
9:12PM the questionable truth will always hunt you down fill my lungs in pressured parts note the love oh stupid parts ponder the affection creeping up on me foolish lungs they fail me the touch to fear too much my dear my scream will be heard drowned in silence we will be feared not knowing the tear i laugh and laugh wishing in your parts we'll delve in the stars my lover, my wonder
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
Wonder 1:58am
You dream of the sun when your words begin to miss their mark, when you haven't seen the flaws of your actions until it's too late, when the tentative what ifs are swallowed by the looming presence of no. You begin to dream of the sun when you spill yourself into another and the other devours you whole and leaves you empty. You begin to notice changes in the lack of color in your skin or the way your ribs feel a little sharper under your fingers, but change is natural, you tell yourself and try to forget the fuzzy things in the corners of your mind that tell you stop, because what do voices know? You drum your fingers along the edge of who am I, turn the phrase over in your hands and try to forget the answer as you dream of the sun and being swallowed by it, warm.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
fuzzy thoughts
Paranormality she sought in her eyes, you could see the contradictory lights flicking off and on an epic tale of color war, she was. the sun and the black hole merged a trail of overflowing fountain left behind was it the light in her that tried to banish the dark, or the dark in her suffocating the light? the grey always kept her at bay leading her astray so how does reality suit for her? a melancholic sway between right and wrong was her act. Frenetic. She was never on a railroad, so how did she derail?
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
Enigma
I have secrets and lies I tell even myself I strive to appear normal For I am ashamed of my deviances I resent that what I like could get me labeled a freak Our limbs entwined as we cuddle and kiss The clothes we wore strewn across several rooms The heat radiating between us My secrets burning a hole in my heart But how can you know that I want more and I'm ashamed of those cravings I haven't told you, I am afraid of being judged, abandoned, and mocked How can I trust with how many times I've been burned before, I'm paranoid Would you step out of your comfort zone for me Would you stick by me, or would you be angry or disgusted or unsympathetic to my desires
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
Secrets, Lies, and Loathing
Dementia, deja vu It happened to me, It could happen to you. Bed sheets rake flesh, High grade sand paper, Blades dull and rust, As if I held my breaking heart. Whenever, wherever, Brain signals fire, nothing is true Walls close in, pain takes hold, Insanity becomes the typical mold Why can't I respect the flow? So they say, just apart of the waves. I wonder why I can never just chill out.
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
The Predicament
The night has begun, let's take a ride, our usual moonlight drive. Let's swim through the mystery of the sea, you and me let's drown tonight. You and me baby under the sky, free of them, free of disguise. Falling in love, rolling and consuming the lines of the tide. I try and i try, then i light a cigarette I keep telling myself, learn to forget, learn to forget. Words Of Harfouchism.
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
Late Night Trip
Shackled to my thoughts, Glimpse of light flickers.. Brightly fading... Grasping at its final moments. Shackled to my emotions, Repressed, Pushed aside. Not gone, nor forgotten. Shackled to the everyday, Desperate to break free, Run, dance, sing, fly.. Dodging obstacles. Shackled to society's normal, Fighting each step, Rebelling until the end, Outside the lines. Today I stand up... I scream and shout from the rooftops... Shackled no more, I will not be prisoner to me. I will fight for me. Blood, sweat and tears for me. Nobody left to do it but me. My promise to me.
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
Shackled