#anomaly
Is it my fault
That I look at someone
And feel repulsed
By the way their
Body flows?
That I can’t look at anyone
And not rip
And pick apart
Every little flaw they have;
A crooked smile,
Lopsided eyes,
A tilted nose,
Hairy limbs,
Flaky skin,
Tilted lips,
An asymmetrical face,
A too-big forehead,
Puffy cheeks,
A bloated stomach,
Humongous thighs,
Giant arms,
A wide frame,
Bushy eyebrows,
Monkey ears,
Uneven feet,
Messed up hands,
A normality in a flawed creation
Yet it’s all that catches my eyes
When I look at
People in the lifts,
In the shops,
On the street,
In the corridors,
In a home,
In a room,
In the mirror.
“Wrong! Wrong!” My brain screams
In terror
It’s right, I suppose,
That monster in the reflection must be
The consequences of an
Error.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
To see it, defines what it cannot,
It brings itself for what is not.
It has knotted its way from futility.
Now it is reality.
From henceforth, you know not,
To see it defies its knot.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC
Good news is that it was his birthday
bad news was that two important people
were not going to attend this one
their was balloons and decorations and even a cake
some of his friends dropped off birthday presents at his doorstep
the only thing he was waiting for now was his parents
so when they get home they can watch him blow out his candles
he stared at the clock watching time pass
the moon was appearing itself in the sky
indicating that it is now night time
he started to get very sleepy and accidentally slept on the couch
until a few hours later he feels someone shrugging his shoulder
he opens his eyes and sees both his parents smiling at him
he jumps with glee and hugs both of them
then he took both of their hands and dragged them to where the birthday cake was located
the parents sang happy birthday
and with one big puff he blew out his candles
after the special occasion
he playing with his new toys in his room
until he heard the telephone ringing
he picked it up thinking it was a friend of his
but he realized later it was a voicemail
“hey champ it’s your dad, I forgot to tell you sooner that me and your mom have to go on a business trip and we’ll be back next week, sorry we had to miss your birthday but we promise we’ll make it up to you when we get back” from dad
the voicemail was made a few minutes ago
he put the telephone down and wondered
“if my parents are on a business trip, who is in my house?”
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 12:11 AM UTC
We are all anomalies
but we deceive ourselves to make us believe we are just human beings
we are placed in a society that has no moral
and we as individuals have a task to fulfill
and that is to figure out
what makes us human or rather yet what makes us feel “alive”
I consider myself a anomaly at times
when amongst my peers
but sometimes I question myself
because I don’t think I have a task
but rather a vision
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 7:44 PM UTC
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Let me start by saying that there's no need for the exchange of pleasantries, no introductions are necessary, I'm just here to verbally deliver a quick update memo on the progress being made daily. I know you're all busy people so I'll try to be brief and get though this quickly yet thoroughly. There will also be no time for questions at the end. Let's begin...
I've reconstructed the way I think and see, scrapped the old me
The lies the devil sold me, told me I was a nobody and I bought into it completely
It forcibly held me down, face to the ground and from that angle everything is ugly
Tears slowly crawled down my cheeks to their final resting point, silently they turn the dirt muddy
But see, I went from a tragedy to a medical anomaly as I reversed the lobotomy
With the regrowth of the proper anatomy I ultimately but unnaturally went from an mental amputee to winning endurance marathons easily
It's amazing how quickly road blocks turn to speed bumps, almost instantly
They may slow me down but getting over them is no longer a problem for me
Eventually they will transform entirely into simple mile markers that I pass by on the daily
This path, this new journey will get me to the place I was suppose to be originally
Finally, after thirty years I'm looking forward to seeing some new scenery, being a part of this life changing movie
And with me I've got my two favorite people, Logan and Apphia respectively
They bring out the best in me, their love and belief in me drives me
They make me wanna be the best me I can be and opened my eyes to my true destiny
See, I thought life would be the death of me but truth be told it's a blessing bestowed to me
The rebirth metaphorically into this new family has restored my faith in humanity
I'm not used to this smile I feel on me, this is crazy, this must be what it feels like to be happy
©2018
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
spirit calls my name as he passes overhead
child cries for mommy 400 years dead
silent disc over trees with faces alive
fireballs falling but never arrive
lights flicker in room 308
unseen occupant says the room is great
numbers , coincidence a daily routine
I've been touched in the dark
if you could see what I've seen
I am terrified and yet drawn near
my curiosity outweighs my fear
they watch me while I'm sleeping
from home to home they follow
they noticed that I noticed them
and without them I am hollow
Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 1:56 PM UTC
Cold
That was all I felt
Not a broken bone or wounded flesh
Just cold
I'm breathing heavy but I'm not panicking
My breath forms a cloud around my face
Before disappearing into the fading skyline
I knew something was wrong
I knew because there was nothing wrong with me
My eyes were polluted with the sight of death
Carnage at my feet
Life leaving their blood and bone host
Lives more important than mine
Yet I was chosen
I was the one fate decided to keep
It were as if hands were plunged into the mud and grief
To spare me the tarnish
The light in the dark hollow
Or the dark in the light bastion
A void captured my true emotions
Holding them captive until I figure it out
The papers had their stories of me
"Miracle Man" they called me
The one death forgot
The one who escaped a tragedy
Without a scratch to show truth
A walking folklore
A bedtime story for the kids
Any other man would have felt blessed
Lucky or even grateful perhaps
I just felt cold
Sleep became a chore, and the bottom of the pint became my guilt
One day I bring my gaze from upon my mug
To see a man dressed in purpose
A man with a stare
A man with a story
A man of pain and misfortune
He didn't have to say anything
He knew
I knew
We could feel it
The cold followed us, ever looming on our shoulders bare
Through those blank faces that torment our memories
Constantly reminding us of the burden we choose to carry
Through all the dust, fire, and filth there stood us
Anomalies
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
You're not my type
Not in the slightest
But yet, there you are making me ever so nervous
And yet, here I am primping myself up for no reason
You're not my type
Not in the conventional ways
But yet, here you are saying my name and I blush
And yet, here I am writing about someone who doesn't notice me
You're an anomaly in my day to day functions and I am ready to explore
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
A day can drag on for a year
While a year can fly by in a day
Time itself
Is quite the anomaly
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
Wouldn't it be lovely
To lose yourself
Wouldn't it be lovely
If the world turned dark.
Wouldn't it be lovely
If all felt void
Wouldn't it be lovely
If I breathed no more.
Too tired to argue
With thoughts that float closeby
Too tired.
And if I don't fit your standards
Then, you have to paint
A standard on me?
The world is your canvas
And so you smile at what you
Want to see?
I love you guys
That's as clear as can be
Love us in your standard
And in the moonlight
Let the glowing soul leave.
You've made your shells,
Why do you need their cores?
Acting like they're free...
Am I an anomaly?
Too tired to tell.
I don't want to take the time
To explain who I am.
Not every single time.
Easier to say goodbye but
I'm flying high
Too fast for me to.
Too tired.
Just let me be me.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
What is the time
What is on your mind friend
Do you question when it all ends
Or simply why it began
Are scary things for our entertainment
Are they just distractions from the real scare.
The world is really really big ,and can only truly be seen by the blind cat
Yet the dog asks why he too can't go to outer space
Dogs need oxygen to breath btw
So do humans ...but nobody cares about either anymore
Okay goodnight moon
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
Mantis, you are mad because
After our dates my head is
Standing on my shoulders;
Such a disappointment,
Should’ve been disjointed
By your love,
But nature does anomalies
Not necessarily
Related to anatomy
Can we still be friends?
Does it work that way?
I don’t think we’re enemies
Even after injuries are caused,
Yet I’m not automated
In behavior,
Hanging up on risky calls,
I am not a savior;
Secret powers: common sense.
Forgive me if I’m on the fence,
Known so many lose their heads
Don’t look back and thanks for all!
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
Not interested in pretty hearts,
Happy people, shining stars...
Give me the broken to repair
Will heal the one in despair
Battle wounded splintered heart
Blistered souls tearing apart
Loving them with all my heart
Brighten their life, light their dark
These are the people kept on going
Had their fights but not showing
I Love the shades of melancholy
Call me weird, a phenomenal anomaly.....
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
A contradiction.
An anomaly.
Representing everything I am and everything I want to be.
My passion in the afternoon, followed by my silence in the evening.
It'd take you a lifetime to understand me.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
In a world of brag berrys and eye phones
The desired no longer is the required
And the smiles are synonymous with the flash and camera.
With a startling contraction of hiding less and wanting more
And lopsided talk that grows airtight, less each week
As the enemy we hunt lie in our beds, we seem more estranged from our sons
Welcome to the iron and concrete maze we call life, with our only reward a starting line
And defiance, a strength I must find
Least I become deficient among my kind
I rise to the surface like a corpse
And my stench filling the morning air
Hard on the ear but deep to the soul
With one message on my morbid lips
Come die with me!
To all your landlocked dreams
To all your chains shackles and beams
And enjoy the privileges of a dead man
Who has no life to live other than his.
Because in losing I can find
And in ending I can begin again
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
the ceiling i now wear my eyes up
plastic black garbage bags and the rainbows fuse
wood-stock, bare beams and studs fixed with lines from dried
desiccate nails poked through
on
Milwaukee Avenue the miscarriages of newer child abuse shows through
characters worth keeping close are quieter than I'd choose, the mean grifters are so loud it's trying too hard to be obtuse. Anyone can be an ***
but my assholedom is strained from confusion and too much use. Underneath the mountains inside a record box, I only want to live where you're a fixture and a friend. My fingertips are bent, I can sew, I can write, I can breathe inside your mouth if you'll allow me too.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
N. a deviation from the common norm. Something or somebody who does not fit in.
A glitch, an error in systematic method.
Something abnormal.
Something strange.
Something mind boggling.
Exactly what I was meant to be.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
To meet a stranger twice
is an anomaly we all see.
Our paths meet again
because I had looked away the first time,
because you had stared straight into my eyes
and walked on and on until you thought it was safe to look back
tenderly.
Life throws us against each other and screams
silently for us to say something,
has 'Hello' become a tongue-twister?
what about 'Hey' or 'Nice day'?
Now I stare at my feet
because if our eyes meet
I won't be able to look away
and then I'll have to speak words
but that might ruin it all
so hush and
rush and
pretend this is the end
to our series of anomalies
because I haven't the courage
to make it a beginning
unless we start
together.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
monsters under the bed
or are they in my head?
engulfed by darkness,
I see that i can't see anything
Its all an illusion...
a anomaly...
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
Inside my chest lies an anomaly,
An anatomical wonder;
Inside me lives my triangle heart,
Ever torn asunder.
No rounded edges has my soul,
'Cause chafers gon' chafe;
It beats irregular the time,
Like constant battle strafe.
Often dead my heart's become,
Silent as the grave;
Resuscitated by the shock,
Its walls have nearly caved.
No weather wears the pointy ends,
And no waves caress the stone;
My heart lies cold and rough within,
Pleased to be alone.
No harm has knocked upon its doors,
Nor has its core been touched;
Indeed, my heart has felt no warmth
Since you replaced its flesh.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC