#nonconformist - Hello Poetry

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Symphonic Faux pas entelechy Bombastic non sequitur Zeugma Coddled whispers denigrating Coffee hugging moonlight loneliness philosophizes softly repetition eating joy soporific infantilized Arete Sandpaper hums jubilent Velcro dreams tearing backward function her Mustache negotiates gravity Sunlight spills secrets harmony sings regret body applauds quietly Mirrors taste laughter lullabies worship chaos subtly Clouds need nonsense drafting manifestos in Velvet negotiated time Splendor accusing metaphor Shadow immortalized destiny

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Oct 10, 2025

Oct 10, 2025 at 7:47 PM UTC

CountDeStGermaine

Supererogatory Intercalated hypallage

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Symphonic Faux pas entelechy Bombastic non sequitur Zeugma Coddled whispers denigrating Coffee hugging moonlight loneliness philosophizes softly repetition eating joy soporific infantilized Arete Sandpaper hums jubilent Velcro dreams tearing backward function her Mustache negotiates gravity Sunlight spills secrets harmony sings regret body applauds quietly Mirrors taste laughter lullabies worship chaos subtly Clouds need nonsense drafting manifestos in Velvet negotiated time Splendor accusing metaphor Shadow immortalized destiny

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Which church corner should I go to which is safe with green lights? It seems every one has glue and goo rays of sun and dark of night. Being a follower - not my big skill not comfy on the disciple ship but I’m hungry and want my fill trying to get God in my grip. But I keep finding him all over the place can’t capture and save him just for me see him in a cat’s and a child’s face he won’t be my prisoner. He is free like his forgiveness and open heart. So this ship is one I might board the ship of joy about to depart the cost of this trip I can afford.

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Feb 23, 2019

Feb 23, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC

glenn-currier

Disciple Ship

Which church corner should I go to which is safe with green lights? It seems every one has glue and goo rays of sun and dark of night. Being a follower - not my big skill not comfy on the disciple ship but I’m hungry and want my fill trying to get God in my grip. But I keep finding him all over the place can’t capture and save him just for me see him in a cat’s and a child’s face he won’t be my prisoner. He is free like his forgiveness and open heart. So this ship is one I might board the ship of joy about to depart the cost of this trip I can afford.

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I do not identify myself as a black american I do not identify myself as an activist I do not identify myself As anything other than what I am Do not arbitrate my existence It will only magnify your bigotry Do not lecture me It will not ratify your ministry Do not objectify my identity Do not marginalize my sincerity I know your criticism It will not dwindle me I am defiantly deaf to it It will not compute Trust me It will only intensify What I occupy Do not subject me to anomaly Do not try and direct me I will not comply Do not concern yourself with my essentiality I am not lost Do not concern yourself With what defines me Just ask If I am willing and able.

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Nov 14, 2015

Nov 14, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC

JustinG

I Am..

I do not identify myself as a black american I do not identify myself as an activist I do not identify myself As anything other than what I am Do not arbitrate my existence It will only magnify your bigotry Do not lecture me It will not ratify your ministry Do not objectify my identity Do not marginalize my sincerity I know your criticism It will not dwindle me I am defiantly deaf to it It will not compute Trust me It will only intensify What I occupy Do not subject me to anomaly Do not try and direct me I will not comply Do not concern yourself with my essentiality I am not lost Do not concern yourself With what defines me Just ask If I am willing and able.

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Boys and girls of every creed, Wouldn't you rather fight than believe? Take our hands and refuse to die, Come with us to The Outside. This is The Outside. It's our world, and everybody bleeds, It's the place where we can be free. I am the one with the ice cold glare, A blink of my eyes can freeze the air. I am the one with the demon soul, My heart torn by choice and my spirit unwhole. The Outside is where we call home, Once you know, you can never go. I am the one with the needle in my skin, Lethal injection brings the feeling within. I am the one with the opened up arms, Hope and discretion disguised by the scars. It's our world, and nobody understands, But that's okay, we just do what we can. I am the one with the sightless eyes, Can't see through my enemy's lies. I am the one with the cut-out tongue, Words trying to escape are trapped in my lungs. The Outside is where we call home, Once you know, you can never go.

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Nov 7, 2015

Nov 7, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC

entropyshadow

The Outside

Boys and girls of every creed, Wouldn't you rather fight than believe? Take our hands and refuse to die, Come with us to The Outside. This is The Outside. It's our world, and everybody bleeds, It's the place where we can be free. I am the one with the ice cold glare, A blink of my eyes can freeze the air. I am the one with the demon soul, My heart torn by choice and my spirit unwhole. The Outside is where we call home, Once you know, you can never go. I am the one with the needle in my skin, Lethal injection brings the feeling within. I am the one with the opened up arms, Hope and discretion disguised by the scars. It's our world, and nobody understands, But that's okay, we just do what we can. I am the one with the sightless eyes, Can't see through my enemy's lies. I am the one with the cut-out tongue, Words trying to escape are trapped in my lungs. The Outside is where we call home, Once you know, you can never go.

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"I've always felt like a yellow skittle in a sea of red skittles." "what a coincidence. yellow skittles happen to be my favorite flavor of skittles." "ok." "ok."

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Jul 15, 2015

Jul 15, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC

blindsight

yellow skittle

"I've always felt like a yellow skittle in a sea of red skittles." "what a coincidence. yellow skittles happen to be my favorite flavor of skittles." "ok." "ok."

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It is the craziest of minds that cannot sleep It tries to forget To write of it is madness But still it does It tries not to see To draw of it is madness But still it does There is no rationale for remembrance It tries not to feel To love it is madness But still it does It tries not to desire To touch it is madness But still it does It is the destruction of the standards of dignity It tries poise To cry is madness But still it does It tries life To **** itself is madness But still it does It is the craziest of minds that hurts itself It tries to accept To reject is madness But still it does It tries to conform To deviate is madness But still it does

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Apr 14, 2015

Apr 14, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC

mark-lecuona

But Still It Does

It is the craziest of minds that cannot sleep It tries to forget To write of it is madness But still it does It tries not to see To draw of it is madness But still it does There is no rationale for remembrance It tries not to feel To love it is madness But still it does It tries not to desire To touch it is madness But still it does It is the destruction of the standards of dignity It tries poise To cry is madness But still it does It tries life To **** itself is madness But still it does It is the craziest of minds that hurts itself It tries to accept To reject is madness But still it does It tries to conform To deviate is madness But still it does

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I'm word dribbling my own vision My vision of a non conformist Sleeping in the mud A sign of peace and love This man is being beaten with his own shoes, what shoes ?! His dying from madness Is anyone there ?!!! Humans they see ,but just they sit and watch Blood and tears They soak it up, they love it They feed off it but enough is enough Tunnel vision is all I see, on a mission to what ? Slavery ? To join the herds of sheep that pass my way ? No we can't We need our say!!!!

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Apr 4, 2015

Apr 4, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC

tamika-dakota

Culture Humanity //

I'm word dribbling my own vision My vision of a non conformist Sleeping in the mud A sign of peace and love This man is being beaten with his own shoes, what shoes ?! His dying from madness Is anyone there ?!!! Humans they see ,but just they sit and watch Blood and tears They soak it up, they love it They feed off it but enough is enough Tunnel vision is all I see, on a mission to what ? Slavery ? To join the herds of sheep that pass my way ? No we can't We need our say!!!!

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Alas magic is not true Once, it was to me But then I met you And you stole the magic so quickly Put high on a shelf Behind steel bars Trapped in a jar The magic left myself

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Jul 8, 2014

Jul 8, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC

mystery-man

magic thief

Alas magic is not true Once, it was to me But then I met you And you stole the magic so quickly Put high on a shelf Behind steel bars Trapped in a jar The magic left myself

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