#nonconforming - Hello Poetry

Unmovable. Grounded. Fair. Not bending to rules. Not twisting my neck to fit a narrow doorway. A voice like a signpost pointing ahead. Think this way. Think that way. Follow. My mind is not a leash. My instincts are a compass never learned, never read. I am not a follower. I am not a prisoner. I stand in my own alignment. I follow no rules but the quiet authority inside my own mind. I let my brain lead. I do not conform to cages dressed as guidance, to control disguised as care. Yet I am called insane. I say I am Sane.

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Mar 2, 2026 at 9:59 PM UTC

TemisUncloudedMind

SANE

Unmovable. Grounded. Fair. Not bending to rules. Not twisting my neck to fit a narrow doorway. A voice like a signpost pointing ahead. Think this way. Think that way. Follow. My mind is not a leash. My instincts are a compass never learned, never read. I am not a follower. I am not a prisoner. I stand in my own alignment. I follow no rules but the quiet authority inside my own mind. I let my brain lead. I do not conform to cages dressed as guidance, to control disguised as care. Yet I am called insane. I say I am Sane.

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Society sees us as black and white, Good or bad, Wrong or right, Even their shades of gray are seen as improper and strange and not right. But I am not black or white and I am not those shades of gray, I am bent light. I strive when it's rainy and shine high and bright I am the small ray of rainbow light, A ROYGBIV full of life. Even if they say I'm too blinding, I'll keep on shining and I won't conform. I’ll blind them with my radiating pride. I won't let the world see me in black and white.

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Oct 30, 2024

Oct 30, 2024 at 11:18 PM UTC

Lumin_e

Bent Light

Society sees us as black and white, Good or bad, Wrong or right, Even their shades of gray are seen as improper and strange and not right. But I am not black or white and I am not those shades of gray, I am bent light. I strive when it's rainy and shine high and bright I am the small ray of rainbow light, A ROYGBIV full of life. Even if they say I'm too blinding, I'll keep on shining and I won't conform. I’ll blind them with my radiating pride. I won't let the world see me in black and white.

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Heart's quiescence defies hope's recreance. Resigned to singular endeavor, Connection's Desert Delver decries society's conformity salve. Bearing burns by breaking- Ashes pile on the ground.

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Sep 18, 2019

Sep 18, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC

Zarathustra

Breaking

Heart's quiescence defies hope's recreance. Resigned to singular endeavor, Connection's Desert Delver decries society's conformity salve. Bearing burns by breaking- Ashes pile on the ground.

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I saw what the world wanted me to be I saw the projections and figures everywhere I saw the expectations, the social constructs the suggestions, the insistence and then i stopped looking I took away the mirror and let it fall to the floor a million pieces I invited my seven years of bad luck so I could stop looking. I looked within myself instead. I stood on the edge of the mountain, where society wanted to push me over the edge I stood on the edge of the ocean, where it wanted the waves to drown me I clung to the earth, where it's winds and currents would rather have me swept away. I stood there and I screamed. I bellowed into the deepest valley, and across the sea I wanted every ear to feel the sound I howled until my lungs felt free " E N O U G H " rejecting the false image pushed upon me I looked within myself and found the universe when the earth wanted to swallow me whole. My reflection belongs to me, this world cannot contain me but it tried to own me Self liberated from imposed shackles.

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Aug 4, 2019

Aug 4, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC

ssarahaddams

just love the world that won't love you back

I saw what the world wanted me to be I saw the projections and figures everywhere I saw the expectations, the social constructs the suggestions, the insistence and then i stopped looking I took away the mirror and let it fall to the floor a million pieces I invited my seven years of bad luck so I could stop looking. I looked within myself instead. I stood on the edge of the mountain, where society wanted to push me over the edge I stood on the edge of the ocean, where it wanted the waves to drown me I clung to the earth, where it's winds and currents would rather have me swept away. I stood there and I screamed. I bellowed into the deepest valley, and across the sea I wanted every ear to feel the sound I howled until my lungs felt free " E N O U G H " rejecting the false image pushed upon me I looked within myself and found the universe when the earth wanted to swallow me whole. My reflection belongs to me, this world cannot contain me but it tried to own me Self liberated from imposed shackles.

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i dream of domestication while being nailed to the picket fence of perfection. six figures; i hold his hand in my right. my reflection in the mirror is split in two because i threw stones and ruined your view. in my left, her hand is warm, and we're making less than the man twenty stories up. i've been kicked to the bottom, but she tastes so sweet. you see, it's bitter; i'm two halves and they're begging me to be whole. call it what you want, but i'll hold them both.

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Oct 30, 2018

Oct 30, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC

heather-ann

dreams from suburbia

i dream of domestication while being nailed to the picket fence of perfection. six figures; i hold his hand in my right. my reflection in the mirror is split in two because i threw stones and ruined your view. in my left, her hand is warm, and we're making less than the man twenty stories up. i've been kicked to the bottom, but she tastes so sweet. you see, it's bitter; i'm two halves and they're begging me to be whole. call it what you want, but i'll hold them both.

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I look out in wonder as my story unfolds However I try, I fit no mold I try to conform, only to witness a storm So great a weight, on so small a form I keep true to self and let belief ensue For why should conformities dull my hue The questions afloat, the answers unfound They say when one is lost, one is found

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Jul 29, 2018

Jul 29, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC

heartz

Fit No Mold

I look out in wonder as my story unfolds However I try, I fit no mold I try to conform, only to witness a storm So great a weight, on so small a form I keep true to self and let belief ensue For why should conformities dull my hue The questions afloat, the answers unfound They say when one is lost, one is found

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what happens when i no longer like your pink, sweet, version of me you’ve curated? what would happen if i erased all colour completely? no, i’m not talking about choosing blue over pink or yellow or green “gender neutral” clothing isn’t any shade on the colour wheel i’m talking about if i never associated the colour pink with femininity and blue with masculinity and yellow and green with “gender neutrality” what if my life was just void of colour? like if i were to say i didn’t feel like a girl nor a boy nor the brief possibility of both i just feel like that grey space in between the most diluted shades on the colour wheel would you still force me to call myself “daughter”?

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Nov 29, 2017

Nov 29, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC

raingirlpoet

talking to my parents about the gender spectrum in terms of colour - a conversation that’ll never happen

what happens when i no longer like your pink, sweet, version of me you’ve curated? what would happen if i erased all colour completely? no, i’m not talking about choosing blue over pink or yellow or green “gender neutral” clothing isn’t any shade on the colour wheel i’m talking about if i never associated the colour pink with femininity and blue with masculinity and yellow and green with “gender neutrality” what if my life was just void of colour? like if i were to say i didn’t feel like a girl nor a boy nor the brief possibility of both i just feel like that grey space in between the most diluted shades on the colour wheel would you still force me to call myself “daughter”?

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~Christi Michaels~January 2015~ Always too Much Followed by too Little Flawed in my ability To understand how to balance the two Always too Much Followed by too Little Left with not knowing what to do. Since the day of my birth Till the day of today My own nemesis Every step of the way As if the wrong download was set into place Incongruent with my gentle beauty My comfortable face Always too Much Followed by too Little I am flawed in my ability Born without the understanding Of how to balance the two Always too Much Followed by too Little Left with not knowing what to do Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.

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Jan 14, 2015

Jan 14, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC

ChristiMichaels

Too Much Too Little

~Christi Michaels~January 2015~ Always too Much Followed by too Little Flawed in my ability To understand how to balance the two Always too Much Followed by too Little Left with not knowing what to do. Since the day of my birth Till the day of today My own nemesis Every step of the way As if the wrong download was set into place Incongruent with my gentle beauty My comfortable face Always too Much Followed by too Little I am flawed in my ability Born without the understanding Of how to balance the two Always too Much Followed by too Little Left with not knowing what to do Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.

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