#mutant - Hello Poetry

when I was ten, I scraped the surface of my skin soothing the nerves that might be achin’ and I dreamed of being a shape-shifter instead of wearing my own skin, wanted to be a transformer like Mystique covered her scales with brown-leather jacket as if she was hiding in her friend’s pocket I wanted to be a shape-shifter so bad that I carry different names in different events introducing another personality into another styles and bents, desperate in escaping reality that my first name is Nobody with a last name of loser in a morena body when I was thirteen, I wanted to be a telepathic because middle school was boring and pathetic, your freckles and scars was not considered as aesthetic because they are distractive, not attractive then most people was stereotypic and put so much weight of stigma that was heavier in my own persona I hope I could read someone’s mind to attend their standards and be acceptable, not behind I hope I could seep in the openings of their cracks to see if I could join in their popular groups and ranks I wanted so bad to be telephatic that my sanity was almost equal to chaotic and psychotic when I was sixteen, I wished I had x-men gene of invisibility because school was tiresome and heavy and bullies was way powerful than your mental ability that you would rather disappear and stay in eternal tranquility then suffer from discrimination because your skin was not society’s accepted complexion they said, I didn’t belong anywhere because I am nobody from nowhere mom even said I’ll be fine and should work for it I said that I am over it and I am so done with it but mom didn’t understand that suiting yourself in was like walking in fired coal with trigger in my feet of armalite the wall now, I just turned 19, I finally understand how world kept condemning, exploiting and oppressing people who are weak who are in minority, not hearing their silent screech I finally understand that if you have no power people will trample and trample you to lower I finally understand that I don’t need an approval stamp from anybody that crushes my soul in ***** and you, yes you you don’t need anybody to be whole because, certainly, surely, you can fill your own hole I finally understand that I am enough that life is rough so you have to be tough And I finally understand what made me stay, you foolish prodigy, do not be easily swayed I have the right to be here, you have to.

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC

alitheahope

Memoire of Révolution

when I was ten, I scraped the surface of my skin soothing the nerves that might be achin’ and I dreamed of being a shape-shifter instead of wearing my own skin, wanted to be a transformer like Mystique covered her scales with brown-leather jacket as if she was hiding in her friend’s pocket I wanted to be a shape-shifter so bad that I carry different names in different events introducing another personality into another styles and bents, desperate in escaping reality that my first name is Nobody with a last name of loser in a morena body when I was thirteen, I wanted to be a telepathic because middle school was boring and pathetic, your freckles and scars was not considered as aesthetic because they are distractive, not attractive then most people was stereotypic and put so much weight of stigma that was heavier in my own persona I hope I could read someone’s mind to attend their standards and be acceptable, not behind I hope I could seep in the openings of their cracks to see if I could join in their popular groups and ranks I wanted so bad to be telephatic that my sanity was almost equal to chaotic and psychotic when I was sixteen, I wished I had x-men gene of invisibility because school was tiresome and heavy and bullies was way powerful than your mental ability that you would rather disappear and stay in eternal tranquility then suffer from discrimination because your skin was not society’s accepted complexion they said, I didn’t belong anywhere because I am nobody from nowhere mom even said I’ll be fine and should work for it I said that I am over it and I am so done with it but mom didn’t understand that suiting yourself in was like walking in fired coal with trigger in my feet of armalite the wall now, I just turned 19, I finally understand how world kept condemning, exploiting and oppressing people who are weak who are in minority, not hearing their silent screech I finally understand that if you have no power people will trample and trample you to lower I finally understand that I don’t need an approval stamp from anybody that crushes my soul in ***** and you, yes you you don’t need anybody to be whole because, certainly, surely, you can fill your own hole I finally understand that I am enough that life is rough so you have to be tough And I finally understand what made me stay, you foolish prodigy, do not be easily swayed I have the right to be here, you have to.

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If I had one more mouth I could say twice as many silly things another foot I'd just put in my mouth mouths another leg and all I'd do is run another month I'd not use this one another year would mean more tears but how bad to cry with a third eye

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Jan 12, 2017

Jan 12, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC

SamD

another one

If I had one more mouth I could say twice as many silly things another foot I'd just put in my mouth mouths another leg and all I'd do is run another month I'd not use this one another year would mean more tears but how bad to cry with a third eye

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Well I was five minutes late, mum Chucked me out the door, "I have a letter from school mum, "Been in trouble again, no change there, I waited for the bus but never turned up "Great she'll think I missed it on purpose, I jumped on my bike, ill show her, no phone Call saying I never turned up. I pedalled like My lungs were going to burst, The school yard Was empty "Crap, "Crap, I ran in thinking I was Late the doors lock at a certain time only Opening in case of serious emergencies. "Sorry I'm late Miss Hoper, "The Bus never turned u......., The class was empty, I heard a noise from the store Cupboard? I listened and heard moaning "No way Miss Hoper is getting it on, Was I early? had the clocks gone back and mum Forgot? I giggled at the thought of catching her With her silks around her ankles. Camera at the Ready, 1, 2, 3.... OK don't be a chicken. What can they say or do, 1, 2, 3.. I opened The door clicking away 12mp clear as day. "Miss Hoper surprise, Dam Miss you look "Fugly, not looking Your best this morning. "I'd say she was a six as far as teachers go, Her hair was like a drunk had shaven in the dark, "What big nails you have, "What sharp teeth you have, **"What the hell? how ***** you are this morning,** What was I doing I sounded like I was reading the Three little pigs. Miss Hoper was the wolf. I had a voice repeating in my head, but I looked Beside her and saw the reason for the closed door. **** Peterson was lying their, reaching out as If he knew how this was playing out to the end. She licked her tooth, her lacerated tongue bleed, No pain more pleasure was on her face as she Drank upon herself. I stepped back as I knew That I was within her sights. Her fingers gestured Across Micks throat and his hand slumped silently On the ***** cupboard floor, his eyes emptily void. That voice once again echoed out now screaming Into my subconscious. This time I listened. "Run, run, run...., As she launched upon the area I once was, heading For the door I glanced her movement. A step behind As I slammed the door, the walls vibrated upon the Lockers, as I saw the luck of the keys left in the door. The teacher launched through the panels as glass, solid Wood was the only deterrent from her tasting my throat. I ran through the halls each class room locked, children Tied to the desks gnawing on themselves in an effort to Be free. Mr Freedman was hanging their, but fate his time Continued as he with metal cord he hung and lower parts Torn asunder he hung their only half a man. "HELLO, HELLO, ANYONE "Dam I'm just telling everyone lunch is here, I instead whisper, their is thought in my madness. "hello, hello, "If your not a monster, I wondered the halls, hearing moan I'd edge towards I could hear them sniffing as if a scent was lingering In the air. "Could they smell me? "I'd showered though, I pressed my cheek against the wall, looking in to My history class, well they were history all right. Smouldering remains of god knows what. "Hello....., "Is anyone not crazy, "What am I thinking of course they'll say no, Looking for my prom date, is their even going To be one at this rate? I looked in the girls locker Room. "What don't give me that look, Shelly you in there is whispered, then I sneezed "O' crap O' crap these halls echo like a church steeple, "Just ignore that ok, I see a foot then the faces of cheerleaders, but these Weren't the girls I knew twisted forms tails protruding And hair, like they have digressed to a early form, "No not shelly, "She was 9 now a 2.0, She sees me, head tilts then the call, her fingers point. That voice didn't have to scream, I was gone. I could hear them, I wasn't looking where I was going And clothes lined someone. "What the hell dude, "You ran in to me, Your normal, But your, I saw you dead? "What you mean dead?* "Down that hall, eyes gouged out, And with that a shiver like someone had Just mosh pitted on my grave, I heard them I went to run, down the hall, but heeded his Story "dude hurry up run, "I cant my ankles all buckled, A second later I was in the lockers, lucky I'm Skinny, they were upon him in moments. Their tales swinging around in the air as though They were playing with him. Then tails wrapped Upon him legs, arms, neck they purred and Claws dug in as if to get a running start..... Blood, so much blood, I bit on my jacket to cover My scream, I was lucky his body tore up in Such noise that I was unseen. they took of parts Kept for trophies or munchies who knew? I ran down the hall, I turned and tripped over Something? I looked down it was me... "What the..., what the...., "How could this be, Then flashes in my mind, I was here when it Started, "I turned first, I opened my mouth And expelled it, I watched others consumed. I locked the rooms and through a key hole I gestured it in. watched the madness mutate Them in to me, "I watched.. But how did I end up here? "Think, think, I ran down this hall, and I ran in to me, What the hell is going on I look, into the Trophy case, I see something not me? I look at myself eyes void only darkness A shell, I enter two digits in. "Empty, I look back as I see me, but others also. I realize I'm an echo like these halls, I fade Into the darkness as I realize it wasn't me. "Just memories of other mixed in with me. "I should have played hookie today, But now I'm empty and its roaming the halls looking for its next feed...

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Oct 17, 2015

Oct 17, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC

poetic-t

I Should Have Played Hookie

Well I was five minutes late, mum Chucked me out the door, "I have a letter from school mum, "Been in trouble again, no change there, I waited for the bus but never turned up "Great she'll think I missed it on purpose, I jumped on my bike, ill show her, no phone Call saying I never turned up. I pedalled like My lungs were going to burst, The school yard Was empty "Crap, "Crap, I ran in thinking I was Late the doors lock at a certain time only Opening in case of serious emergencies. "Sorry I'm late Miss Hoper, "The Bus never turned u......., The class was empty, I heard a noise from the store Cupboard? I listened and heard moaning "No way Miss Hoper is getting it on, Was I early? had the clocks gone back and mum Forgot? I giggled at the thought of catching her With her silks around her ankles. Camera at the Ready, 1, 2, 3.... OK don't be a chicken. What can they say or do, 1, 2, 3.. I opened The door clicking away 12mp clear as day. "Miss Hoper surprise, Dam Miss you look "Fugly, not looking Your best this morning. "I'd say she was a six as far as teachers go, Her hair was like a drunk had shaven in the dark, "What big nails you have, "What sharp teeth you have, **"What the hell? how ***** you are this morning,** What was I doing I sounded like I was reading the Three little pigs. Miss Hoper was the wolf. I had a voice repeating in my head, but I looked Beside her and saw the reason for the closed door. **** Peterson was lying their, reaching out as If he knew how this was playing out to the end. She licked her tooth, her lacerated tongue bleed, No pain more pleasure was on her face as she Drank upon herself. I stepped back as I knew That I was within her sights. Her fingers gestured Across Micks throat and his hand slumped silently On the ***** cupboard floor, his eyes emptily void. That voice once again echoed out now screaming Into my subconscious. This time I listened. "Run, run, run...., As she launched upon the area I once was, heading For the door I glanced her movement. A step behind As I slammed the door, the walls vibrated upon the Lockers, as I saw the luck of the keys left in the door. The teacher launched through the panels as glass, solid Wood was the only deterrent from her tasting my throat. I ran through the halls each class room locked, children Tied to the desks gnawing on themselves in an effort to Be free. Mr Freedman was hanging their, but fate his time Continued as he with metal cord he hung and lower parts Torn asunder he hung their only half a man. "HELLO, HELLO, ANYONE "Dam I'm just telling everyone lunch is here, I instead whisper, their is thought in my madness. "hello, hello, "If your not a monster, I wondered the halls, hearing moan I'd edge towards I could hear them sniffing as if a scent was lingering In the air. "Could they smell me? "I'd showered though, I pressed my cheek against the wall, looking in to My history class, well they were history all right. Smouldering remains of god knows what. "Hello....., "Is anyone not crazy, "What am I thinking of course they'll say no, Looking for my prom date, is their even going To be one at this rate? I looked in the girls locker Room. "What don't give me that look, Shelly you in there is whispered, then I sneezed "O' crap O' crap these halls echo like a church steeple, "Just ignore that ok, I see a foot then the faces of cheerleaders, but these Weren't the girls I knew twisted forms tails protruding And hair, like they have digressed to a early form, "No not shelly, "She was 9 now a 2.0, She sees me, head tilts then the call, her fingers point. That voice didn't have to scream, I was gone. I could hear them, I wasn't looking where I was going And clothes lined someone. "What the hell dude, "You ran in to me, Your normal, But your, I saw you dead? "What you mean dead?* "Down that hall, eyes gouged out, And with that a shiver like someone had Just mosh pitted on my grave, I heard them I went to run, down the hall, but heeded his Story "dude hurry up run, "I cant my ankles all buckled, A second later I was in the lockers, lucky I'm Skinny, they were upon him in moments. Their tales swinging around in the air as though They were playing with him. Then tails wrapped Upon him legs, arms, neck they purred and Claws dug in as if to get a running start..... Blood, so much blood, I bit on my jacket to cover My scream, I was lucky his body tore up in Such noise that I was unseen. they took of parts Kept for trophies or munchies who knew? I ran down the hall, I turned and tripped over Something? I looked down it was me... "What the..., what the...., "How could this be, Then flashes in my mind, I was here when it Started, "I turned first, I opened my mouth And expelled it, I watched others consumed. I locked the rooms and through a key hole I gestured it in. watched the madness mutate Them in to me, "I watched.. But how did I end up here? "Think, think, I ran down this hall, and I ran in to me, What the hell is going on I look, into the Trophy case, I see something not me? I look at myself eyes void only darkness A shell, I enter two digits in. "Empty, I look back as I see me, but others also. I realize I'm an echo like these halls, I fade Into the darkness as I realize it wasn't me. "Just memories of other mixed in with me. "I should have played hookie today, But now I'm empty and its roaming the halls looking for its next feed...

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Years ago I wondered to myself in bed What is existing in the world more than this - If for trying it's only hurt in reward and The weary crumbling into dirt of all the Words ever said, I'll **** myself before You can, god will witness the pious in The most holy premature ascent Born again time and time further out Without some father's blessing, left sole And only kicking rocks awake in June under heaven's waste, praying no more for Empties just in case - my fallen brother Kicks beside my hope all knowing speaking openly Of heart to pain to make the anchor replace With ancient submerged courage right in the Bitter face of less Ivy pull the hemlock tightly at the neck Do you know? Mutant fighting inside me Where have you been? Here now Here and now Mighty mindful Passionate

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Jun 10, 2015

Jun 10, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC

djinn-dawn-wakely

Left Hand Work

Years ago I wondered to myself in bed What is existing in the world more than this - If for trying it's only hurt in reward and The weary crumbling into dirt of all the Words ever said, I'll **** myself before You can, god will witness the pious in The most holy premature ascent Born again time and time further out Without some father's blessing, left sole And only kicking rocks awake in June under heaven's waste, praying no more for Empties just in case - my fallen brother Kicks beside my hope all knowing speaking openly Of heart to pain to make the anchor replace With ancient submerged courage right in the Bitter face of less Ivy pull the hemlock tightly at the neck Do you know? Mutant fighting inside me Where have you been? Here now Here and now Mighty mindful Passionate

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Responsible for nothing why don't we fade into oblivion together, draining the shame ascribed to our names with the gaze of the all-important outside eye? Why don't we fall back from the game we play when each move we make causes pain? I am Not. Never and Non. Lost. Troubled and Gone. I am Not. Never and Non. Forever all, Always for nothing Til I'm troubled and gone.

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Mar 28, 2015

Mar 28, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC

lux-capacitor

Clan Queerdo and the No Obligation Haven: "Excuses"

Responsible for nothing why don't we fade into oblivion together, draining the shame ascribed to our names with the gaze of the all-important outside eye? Why don't we fall back from the game we play when each move we make causes pain? I am Not. Never and Non. Lost. Troubled and Gone. I am Not. Never and Non. Forever all, Always for nothing Til I'm troubled and gone.

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blossomblister burst (finally) ate out my sickness almost turned green. took too much chlorophyll (for my health – i’ve seen the ads) drank cups and cups each night and each swallow chirping pleasantly made me feel stronger, but almost turned green. frustration peaked almost at snow but not quite, couldn’t stand the dangling piece of peanut butter anymore had to grab for it sick of the lack of meaningful (methought now meknows) 0s and 1s and all these mouse games, had to grab for it, had to scream. almost turned green.

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC

anastasia-webb

Sickness Green

blossomblister burst (finally) ate out my sickness almost turned green. took too much chlorophyll (for my health – i’ve seen the ads) drank cups and cups each night and each swallow chirping pleasantly made me feel stronger, but almost turned green. frustration peaked almost at snow but not quite, couldn’t stand the dangling piece of peanut butter anymore had to grab for it sick of the lack of meaningful (methought now meknows) 0s and 1s and all these mouse games, had to grab for it, had to scream. almost turned green.

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