#conventional - Hello Poetry

Who are heroes? What is heroism? I'm not sure, We're at a scary lack of that, Missing the true selfless values, Of what we know it to be. Today it's easy to stumble upon the self proclaimed, What do they do it for? For the clout, to move the graph, Exponential gain. But I know it's impossible to be pure, After all, I've purged my heart, More times than I ought to, Bright places go dark faster than they should. It may be consequence, Of shooting holes in the flood-lights. Though the sparking is just so entertaining, Another simple pleasure destroyed by conventional good.

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Apr 25, 2025

Apr 25, 2025 at 8:42 AM UTC

AbbottJHardison

Missing Heroics And Conventional Good

Who are heroes? What is heroism? I'm not sure, We're at a scary lack of that, Missing the true selfless values, Of what we know it to be. Today it's easy to stumble upon the self proclaimed, What do they do it for? For the clout, to move the graph, Exponential gain. But I know it's impossible to be pure, After all, I've purged my heart, More times than I ought to, Bright places go dark faster than they should. It may be consequence, Of shooting holes in the flood-lights. Though the sparking is just so entertaining, Another simple pleasure destroyed by conventional good.

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I’m not conventionally nice. I don’t throw glitter in smiles and love by eyes I don’t ask if you need help, because I know you don’t I know I’m not conventionally nice But I will ask you how your day was and what troubles your brain at night I will let you talk about what keeps your eyes glistening and what allows your smile to last I will let you hold my hand as you go through unbearable times But I’m not conventionally nice I will love you and when I do, I’ll never stop not because I’m nice But because if I’m committed to you heart, I’ll forever remain committed You can’t expect me to seem the sweetest, because I will disappoint you But you can expect little notes of poetry and small love letters I’ll will always remind you to eat and sleep well And I’ll always tell you when something isn’t good for you Because even if I’m not conventionally nice I’m full of love and life for you

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Nov 26, 2020

Nov 26, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC

nada-abed

I

I’m not conventionally nice. I don’t throw glitter in smiles and love by eyes I don’t ask if you need help, because I know you don’t I know I’m not conventionally nice But I will ask you how your day was and what troubles your brain at night I will let you talk about what keeps your eyes glistening and what allows your smile to last I will let you hold my hand as you go through unbearable times But I’m not conventionally nice I will love you and when I do, I’ll never stop not because I’m nice But because if I’m committed to you heart, I’ll forever remain committed You can’t expect me to seem the sweetest, because I will disappoint you But you can expect little notes of poetry and small love letters I’ll will always remind you to eat and sleep well And I’ll always tell you when something isn’t good for you Because even if I’m not conventionally nice I’m full of love and life for you

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for her, you can't ride a motorbike, you can't work all night, you can't have short hair, you can't wear a short dress, you can't drink or smoke, you can't own a business, for him, you can't paint your nails, you can't pierce your ears, you can't have anything pink, you can't play with dolls, you can't cry, you can't be a house-husband, for me, I can do anything I want. All we need is courage to break these stereotypes. ~ S.G

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Apr 4, 2020

Apr 4, 2020 at 4:32 AM UTC

SG2

Stereotypes

for her, you can't ride a motorbike, you can't work all night, you can't have short hair, you can't wear a short dress, you can't drink or smoke, you can't own a business, for him, you can't paint your nails, you can't pierce your ears, you can't have anything pink, you can't play with dolls, you can't cry, you can't be a house-husband, for me, I can do anything I want. All we need is courage to break these stereotypes. ~ S.G

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My first love was real love — absolute, pure bliss. An innocent lie, but what good love story isn't? My second love was lust — passionate, destructive lust. A hedonistic trip, but what great love story isn't? My third love was safe — conventional, traditional safety. A step back for feminism, but what ****** love story is not?

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Nov 28, 2018

Nov 28, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC

annanigma

Love

My first love was real love — absolute, pure bliss. An innocent lie, but what good love story isn't? My second love was lust — passionate, destructive lust. A hedonistic trip, but what great love story isn't? My third love was safe — conventional, traditional safety. A step back for feminism, but what ****** love story is not?

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You turn around, You call my name But I no longer believe the same; There's paper stacked upon your window pane. The clocks are worn, My boots are torn, They've come some way since they were born And things that shine often do not conform. A whisper here Is a thunder there, A glass of wine to lay it bare; Don't tell me silence dwells behind that stare. You don't run fast Because you must; It's fine to break out from your crust And build a smile that's free from all your lust. We're far apart But all the same; Forget the shapes and forms and blame And you will see we walk down the same lane. I walk through eyes So close and distant Depending on how long the instant; Some grow warm while others grow resistant.

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Nov 22, 2018

Nov 22, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC

Nagual

The Distance Between Stares

You turn around, You call my name But I no longer believe the same; There's paper stacked upon your window pane. The clocks are worn, My boots are torn, They've come some way since they were born And things that shine often do not conform. A whisper here Is a thunder there, A glass of wine to lay it bare; Don't tell me silence dwells behind that stare. You don't run fast Because you must; It's fine to break out from your crust And build a smile that's free from all your lust. We're far apart But all the same; Forget the shapes and forms and blame And you will see we walk down the same lane. I walk through eyes So close and distant Depending on how long the instant; Some grow warm while others grow resistant.

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He Is On With His As Usual.. LIFE But He's struggling Even Today.. Sometimes Feels Strong, Sometimes Weak.. This Is He's Least Favorite.. LIFE He Lost Everything For Some'.. But Why He Did Not Stop He's Tears For You Love.. He Lost Her In Light.. The Light Of Tears Of Ocean As These Memories Stays So Vivid.. Just Like He Can't Remember Stuff From Last Week.. Those Moments.. They Started To Stare Back At Him... Moments He Doesn't Remember Them.. But They Remember Him.. As He Just Turn Around.. And There They Are.. STARING.. As This Is He's Least Favorite Life.. -Pacific_P

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May 19, 2017

May 19, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC

Pacific_p

HE'S LEAST FAVORITE LIFE

He Is On With His As Usual.. LIFE But He's struggling Even Today.. Sometimes Feels Strong, Sometimes Weak.. This Is He's Least Favorite.. LIFE He Lost Everything For Some'.. But Why He Did Not Stop He's Tears For You Love.. He Lost Her In Light.. The Light Of Tears Of Ocean As These Memories Stays So Vivid.. Just Like He Can't Remember Stuff From Last Week.. Those Moments.. They Started To Stare Back At Him... Moments He Doesn't Remember Them.. But They Remember Him.. As He Just Turn Around.. And There They Are.. STARING.. As This Is He's Least Favorite Life.. -Pacific_P

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i've never fit the standard i've always been quite odd and while i know that makes me different i'm not necessarily flawed because it's always for the wrong things that the world tends to applaud though i swear it's not intentional i've never been conventional my behaviors have no pattern my colors have no scheme when i'm asleep i'm thinking and when i'm awake i dream while the rest are all so silent something inside me screams i'm more than three-dimensional i've never been conventional you may find me confusing you may not like me very well that's something i understand i'm a hot pink among pastels still i think, no i believe that eccentricities propel the reason i'm ascensional is i've never been conventional

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Dec 11, 2016

Dec 11, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC

thevoicewithout

i've never been conventional

i've never fit the standard i've always been quite odd and while i know that makes me different i'm not necessarily flawed because it's always for the wrong things that the world tends to applaud though i swear it's not intentional i've never been conventional my behaviors have no pattern my colors have no scheme when i'm asleep i'm thinking and when i'm awake i dream while the rest are all so silent something inside me screams i'm more than three-dimensional i've never been conventional you may find me confusing you may not like me very well that's something i understand i'm a hot pink among pastels still i think, no i believe that eccentricities propel the reason i'm ascensional is i've never been conventional

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Oh no This can't be happening to me Oh no It's not the way it should be Oh no It doesn't fit with my plan Oh no It's not the way it began Oh no

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Mar 17, 2016

Mar 17, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC

sean-hunt

Oh No

Oh no This can't be happening to me Oh no It's not the way it should be Oh no It doesn't fit with my plan Oh no It's not the way it began Oh no

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Black and white dreams Less conventional it seems Yet, I still believe That too many colors Can fade out the true meaning And if I dream of death Then it's *just the beginning*

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Oct 25, 2015

Oct 25, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC

JustMelz

Subliminal Nightmare

Black and white dreams Less conventional it seems Yet, I still believe That too many colors Can fade out the true meaning And if I dream of death Then it's *just the beginning*

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For in the end it will be the belief in my potential and the hatred of the conventional that kills me.

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Sep 4, 2014

Sep 4, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC

mark-ball

Hindrances

For in the end it will be the belief in my potential and the hatred of the conventional that kills me.

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