#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.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 7:35 AM UTC
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
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
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.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 10:03 PM UTC
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?
Aug 31, 2023
Aug 31, 2023 at 11:58 PM UTC
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 .
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 5:45 AM UTC
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.
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 3:57 PM UTC
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.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
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…
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
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
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
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.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
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.
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
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?
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
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.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
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
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
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
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
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.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
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
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
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.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
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?
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
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
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
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.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
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.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
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.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC