#norm - Hello Poetry

Show me all the light all the dark Tell me the ins the outs the in-betweens The likelies, the maybes, the nots Question the norms Ignore the lores Absorb the wise Inform the lost

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Feb 13

Feb 13, 2026 at 12:33 PM UTC

MorrisMeeks

Show Me

Show me all the light all the dark Tell me the ins the outs the in-betweens The likelies, the maybes, the nots Question the norms Ignore the lores Absorb the wise Inform the lost

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being apart from the ingroup they say you'll find a way to be a part of some social loop hopefully where labels won't convey

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Nov 2, 2020

Nov 2, 2020 at 9:27 PM UTC

sincerelyscholtens

society

being apart from the ingroup they say you'll find a way to be a part of some social loop hopefully where labels won't convey

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Saving for nothing the lazy will say. I take no money I make no pay. Nerves are shot hair is gray. Not living for tomorrow just for today. We're breaking her back she's down on her knees. They make the plague and invent the disease as they steal from the poor and make em' say please. The weather forecast says we're in for a naked storm. Build up the bombs that burst from the core. So we can pile up the bodies on a course for the morgue. Fire on the warpath so the corpses are warm. Call it their duty so they believe that they're needed policing the masses until their lives are depleted. Sitting at the lip on the edge of the cliff believing the lies, losing your grip. fingers are ****** as you're feeling em' slip. Sliding down fast with your fleeting regret. They're breaking her back she's begging them please. Feed her some plague and make her believe. Build a device to maker concede propagate War set the beast free. Batten down the hatches prepare for the storm. Send a barrage of bullets on a course for the norm. Settle for nothing and you'll never have more. coddle your loved ones to make them feel warm.

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Nov 1, 2020

Nov 1, 2020 at 7:52 AM UTC

Mikeluciano

What's to come

Saving for nothing the lazy will say. I take no money I make no pay. Nerves are shot hair is gray. Not living for tomorrow just for today. We're breaking her back she's down on her knees. They make the plague and invent the disease as they steal from the poor and make em' say please. The weather forecast says we're in for a naked storm. Build up the bombs that burst from the core. So we can pile up the bodies on a course for the morgue. Fire on the warpath so the corpses are warm. Call it their duty so they believe that they're needed policing the masses until their lives are depleted. Sitting at the lip on the edge of the cliff believing the lies, losing your grip. fingers are ****** as you're feeling em' slip. Sliding down fast with your fleeting regret. They're breaking her back she's begging them please. Feed her some plague and make her believe. Build a device to maker concede propagate War set the beast free. Batten down the hatches prepare for the storm. Send a barrage of bullets on a course for the norm. Settle for nothing and you'll never have more. coddle your loved ones to make them feel warm.

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I do not want to confine myself to a cubicle I do not want to type my way through a day I do not want to bite my nails, fearing I ‘d fail I do not want to smoke my anxiety, on a Thursday I do not want to miss sunrise, in traffic I do not want to train a fake smile I do not want to mingle, even when I’m single I do not want to leave quarantine, even if you call it a syndrome I do not want to jump into busy, I do not miss it I do not want to forget how to value I do not want to rush, I like the pause I do not want to live by time, I want to control time I do not want to consume a designated lunch, I want to make lunch matter I do not want lockdown to end

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May 19, 2020

May 19, 2020 at 3:49 AM UTC

maria-etre

Is It Only Me?

I do not want to confine myself to a cubicle I do not want to type my way through a day I do not want to bite my nails, fearing I ‘d fail I do not want to smoke my anxiety, on a Thursday I do not want to miss sunrise, in traffic I do not want to train a fake smile I do not want to mingle, even when I’m single I do not want to leave quarantine, even if you call it a syndrome I do not want to jump into busy, I do not miss it I do not want to forget how to value I do not want to rush, I like the pause I do not want to live by time, I want to control time I do not want to consume a designated lunch, I want to make lunch matter I do not want lockdown to end

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Unsettled heart keeping me up at night Emotions leaving me raw, overcome What was once okay lost its security Who am I and what have I become? What sacrifices am I making and Where will these sacrifices take me next? I'm afraid that they won't understand I'm afraid of the judgement they'll project And so the words remain hidden inside. Whilst people abide by what they should see The words free to roam, wreak havoc on my mind. And agree to expel what shouldn't be. Never afraid of what would never happen Until I saw what was not to be seen again

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May 2, 2020

May 2, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC

Yanamari

With the flow

Unsettled heart keeping me up at night Emotions leaving me raw, overcome What was once okay lost its security Who am I and what have I become? What sacrifices am I making and Where will these sacrifices take me next? I'm afraid that they won't understand I'm afraid of the judgement they'll project And so the words remain hidden inside. Whilst people abide by what they should see The words free to roam, wreak havoc on my mind. And agree to expel what shouldn't be. Never afraid of what would never happen Until I saw what was not to be seen again

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Normality tries to hinder influence of my cognitive repercussions. But elastic banded restraints keep stretching me to my limit. Then I'm restrained before my first step.. I try to move along but I'm always behind where I took my first step. My thoughts sharpened, and I collected every barded emotion to stretch that restraint. Taking that step I used my unblunted fortitude, and instead of being withdrawn. I took my real step for the first time. normality was restraining and I took my individualism and broke free from the expected norm... Who wants to be normal in a world of clones. I'm the original me, A coherence of self that's now non hindered by others normality.

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Oct 26, 2019

Oct 26, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC

poetic-t

A coherence of self

Normality tries to hinder influence of my cognitive repercussions. But elastic banded restraints keep stretching me to my limit. Then I'm restrained before my first step.. I try to move along but I'm always behind where I took my first step. My thoughts sharpened, and I collected every barded emotion to stretch that restraint. Taking that step I used my unblunted fortitude, and instead of being withdrawn. I took my real step for the first time. normality was restraining and I took my individualism and broke free from the expected norm... Who wants to be normal in a world of clones. I'm the original me, A coherence of self that's now non hindered by others normality.

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The butterflies outgrew their place in my stomach now they flutter in my mind messing up years of organization turning it into realizations

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Aug 27, 2019

Aug 27, 2019 at 6:03 AM UTC

maria-etre

32 YEAR OLD MESS

The butterflies outgrew their place in my stomach now they flutter in my mind messing up years of organization turning it into realizations

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Mothers. Possibly one of the significant contributors of the phrase “Empowered Women, Empower Women.” They overcome adversities, challenge social norms and break down barriers – rising and raising their child with them. They plant flowers in the garden of their children, so they can bloom. They pour love out like a waterfall and nurture those who drink from it. They enflame hearts with compassion. They orchestrate and create harmony amongst their children creating a beautiful symphony. They pave roads and liberate. They voice out and amplify the ones of their own. Here is to their depths of love that supports and caresses. To their cheers that uplifts. To how they raise and confront the world. To their softness. To their boldness. To their resilience. To their sacrifices. To them bringing out the best in us. Here is to their ability to create an insurmountable power that only grows. Here is to them to being driven and passionate in their own authentic way. To them carrying out their integrity. To them setting examples, aspiring us to emulate. To the ones who give birth, adopt, educate and raise. To the ones who devote their lives to their families care, to the ones who balance. Here is to them creating ripples carried over generation. To them shaping us and thereby shaping the world after them.

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Jul 24, 2019

Jul 24, 2019 at 8:40 AM UTC

SabilaSiddiqui

Prose: Mothers

Mothers. Possibly one of the significant contributors of the phrase “Empowered Women, Empower Women.” They overcome adversities, challenge social norms and break down barriers – rising and raising their child with them. They plant flowers in the garden of their children, so they can bloom. They pour love out like a waterfall and nurture those who drink from it. They enflame hearts with compassion. They orchestrate and create harmony amongst their children creating a beautiful symphony. They pave roads and liberate. They voice out and amplify the ones of their own. Here is to their depths of love that supports and caresses. To their cheers that uplifts. To how they raise and confront the world. To their softness. To their boldness. To their resilience. To their sacrifices. To them bringing out the best in us. Here is to their ability to create an insurmountable power that only grows. Here is to them to being driven and passionate in their own authentic way. To them carrying out their integrity. To them setting examples, aspiring us to emulate. To the ones who give birth, adopt, educate and raise. To the ones who devote their lives to their families care, to the ones who balance. Here is to them creating ripples carried over generation. To them shaping us and thereby shaping the world after them.

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I wonder What it's like to be accepted By society To know your place To feel like you belong To have confidence You can't be wrong How do you know your place How do you measure yourself against The world if you Don't know your own face Am I beautiful In the eyes of the world Where do I get this input Do I sell myself as an image To social media Do I plead for likes among peers Gather friends I don't know Do I measure my likes Against the popular guys Or do I measure them Against the friends by my side Does it make me better Or better looking In the eyes of the world Am I good enough For society's taste Do I conform Will I now be able To meet your standard Am I to your liking This image I've created A false modesty Was it fated Sell my soul to give it away Pass it along To have this world See me as I am Judge me And spit me out Grey Stripped of my originality All because I couldn't See what others Saw in me

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Dec 25, 2018

Dec 25, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC

WillieR

Accepted

I wonder What it's like to be accepted By society To know your place To feel like you belong To have confidence You can't be wrong How do you know your place How do you measure yourself against The world if you Don't know your own face Am I beautiful In the eyes of the world Where do I get this input Do I sell myself as an image To social media Do I plead for likes among peers Gather friends I don't know Do I measure my likes Against the popular guys Or do I measure them Against the friends by my side Does it make me better Or better looking In the eyes of the world Am I good enough For society's taste Do I conform Will I now be able To meet your standard Am I to your liking This image I've created A false modesty Was it fated Sell my soul to give it away Pass it along To have this world See me as I am Judge me And spit me out Grey Stripped of my originality All because I couldn't See what others Saw in me

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Tall Short Society will judge you rich or poor Fat Skinny Ugly Beautiful Society will label you in every form Introvert Extrovert Whatever -vert they try to label you They'll never truly know You wouldn't allow being labeled You stand out of any social norm they try to place you Extrovert Introvert You laugh knowing you are neither Beautiful Ugly Skinny Fat You couldn't believe those four words measure beauty Short Tall How could any of these labels measure the depths of any human? - Henessy J. Beltre

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Oct 13, 2018

Oct 13, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC

poemsbyhennyjb

Labels

Tall Short Society will judge you rich or poor Fat Skinny Ugly Beautiful Society will label you in every form Introvert Extrovert Whatever -vert they try to label you They'll never truly know You wouldn't allow being labeled You stand out of any social norm they try to place you Extrovert Introvert You laugh knowing you are neither Beautiful Ugly Skinny Fat You couldn't believe those four words measure beauty Short Tall How could any of these labels measure the depths of any human? - Henessy J. Beltre

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sleepy hallow would tell a sociology their dark foment of capture and rude awakening as superfluous launch of mystery in wee hours that could creep beyond there with a retentiveness of unfaithful and deviated law again

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Oct 1, 2018

Oct 1, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC

poetman

a deviant spouse

sleepy hallow would tell a sociology their dark foment of capture and rude awakening as superfluous launch of mystery in wee hours that could creep beyond there with a retentiveness of unfaithful and deviated law again

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i guess when we laugh sometimes at our anxieties we just trying to find a reason to laugh we think we might heal maybe we do maybe we do

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Oct 16, 2017

Oct 16, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC

jae-poetic

things we do (pt 1)

i guess when we laugh sometimes at our anxieties we just trying to find a reason to laugh we think we might heal maybe we do maybe we do

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Why can't we just be ourselves This is what I ask myself everyday I feel like we just need a little help To be not just a piece in some hay Why do we change who we are To fit into the social norm Why is life kind of like a farm producing ideas that are all uniform We need to break down the barriers That prevent us from being ourselves We need to respect our peers And make more room on the social shelves

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Sep 20, 2017

Sep 20, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC

Jeff

The Social Norm

Why can't we just be ourselves This is what I ask myself everyday I feel like we just need a little help To be not just a piece in some hay Why do we change who we are To fit into the social norm Why is life kind of like a farm producing ideas that are all uniform We need to break down the barriers That prevent us from being ourselves We need to respect our peers And make more room on the social shelves

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My Baby: Don't be too quiet yet don't be too shrill, Don't be too restless, but neither too still, Please grow up hardy, yet soft to the touch, Not seeking too little, nor asking too much. Years later … My Child: Don't be precocious, yet don't be too shy, The middle-sized apple of you father’s eye, Don't be too forthright, nor keep to yourself, Don't be too daring; but care for your health. Years later … My Son: Don't aim too high, nor get stuck in a hole, Nor hang back if offered an uninspired role, Please don't take the high road or even the low, The main road is best ... not too fast or too slow. Years later … My Epitaph: Here lies a man, who knew how to conform, Who never left harbour, for fear of a storm, Avoiding the hot and the cold for lukewarm, In loving, but not too loving, memory, Of your only son ... Norm.

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Jun 19, 2017

Jun 19, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC

clive-blake

Conform To The Norm

My Baby: Don't be too quiet yet don't be too shrill, Don't be too restless, but neither too still, Please grow up hardy, yet soft to the touch, Not seeking too little, nor asking too much. Years later … My Child: Don't be precocious, yet don't be too shy, The middle-sized apple of you father’s eye, Don't be too forthright, nor keep to yourself, Don't be too daring; but care for your health. Years later … My Son: Don't aim too high, nor get stuck in a hole, Nor hang back if offered an uninspired role, Please don't take the high road or even the low, The main road is best ... not too fast or too slow. Years later … My Epitaph: Here lies a man, who knew how to conform, Who never left harbour, for fear of a storm, Avoiding the hot and the cold for lukewarm, In loving, but not too loving, memory, Of your only son ... Norm.

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I left immaculately folded tan chino pants cuffed and disheveled atop the department store rack in the Young Men’s section. They were too big at the waist, letting me swim laps in them, stretching out the front with a thumb and forefinger looking like a successful weight loss ad. Atop the rack they sat, cuffed and disheveled, amongst immaculately folded tan chino pants its kin and they looked human. Something about them, factory made, dime a dozen, not on sale, but with the spectral imprint of spaces and wrinkles where legs had been amongst all those patient, forlorn folds gave humanity to the anomaly.

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Apr 17, 2017

Apr 17, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC

jarjarrhine

Immaculately Folded Chino Pants

I left immaculately folded tan chino pants cuffed and disheveled atop the department store rack in the Young Men’s section. They were too big at the waist, letting me swim laps in them, stretching out the front with a thumb and forefinger looking like a successful weight loss ad. Atop the rack they sat, cuffed and disheveled, amongst immaculately folded tan chino pants its kin and they looked human. Something about them, factory made, dime a dozen, not on sale, but with the spectral imprint of spaces and wrinkles where legs had been amongst all those patient, forlorn folds gave humanity to the anomaly.

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So, this is Melbourne, Here, we have a new norm, Last night, a man's ***** got shot, His ex did not think he was so hot! Sounds like she was a Christian pal, Guess she was my kind of gal! Yes, this is Melbourne, We've evolved a new norm, She did Lorena Bobbit proud, Shooting penises is now allowed!

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Jan 21, 2017

Jan 21, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC

julie-grenness

SO, THIS IS MELBOURNE!

So, this is Melbourne, Here, we have a new norm, Last night, a man's ***** got shot, His ex did not think he was so hot! Sounds like she was a Christian pal, Guess she was my kind of gal! Yes, this is Melbourne, We've evolved a new norm, She did Lorena Bobbit proud, Shooting penises is now allowed!

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It’s all automation. The usual, what we are accustomed to. To take part in the emptiness of this world, That, Apparently, Seems to be the norm. How pathetic. Empty Dark Shapeless space. How unfortunate. The lights shining out of each individual's smile are constantly swallowed up and CRUSHED by the bleakness of this sad, colorless world. SMILE MORE. LOVE MORE. BE MORE THAN WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BE. ... We complain, Complain, Complain, Complain, COMPLAIN. ABOUT. EVERYTHING. about everything. No one’s forcing you to strip yourself of the things that make up who you are. It’s just a twisted game our minds like to tease us with. IGNORE IT. SMILE MORE. LOVE MORE. BE MORE THAN WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BE.

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Nov 21, 2016

Nov 21, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC

daniella-french

Be More

It’s all automation. The usual, what we are accustomed to. To take part in the emptiness of this world, That, Apparently, Seems to be the norm. How pathetic. Empty Dark Shapeless space. How unfortunate. The lights shining out of each individual's smile are constantly swallowed up and CRUSHED by the bleakness of this sad, colorless world. SMILE MORE. LOVE MORE. BE MORE THAN WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BE. ... We complain, Complain, Complain, Complain, COMPLAIN. ABOUT. EVERYTHING. about everything. No one’s forcing you to strip yourself of the things that make up who you are. It’s just a twisted game our minds like to tease us with. IGNORE IT. SMILE MORE. LOVE MORE. BE MORE THAN WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BE.

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To dust or fall I cannot decide If I dust I am a sheep in a well If I fall I have no pieces of me left And the residues is all that will be felt To break or stay I lose either way Maybe I will just be wind blowing away

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Sep 4, 2016

Sep 4, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC

mazzy

To Dust or Fall

To dust or fall I cannot decide If I dust I am a sheep in a well If I fall I have no pieces of me left And the residues is all that will be felt To break or stay I lose either way Maybe I will just be wind blowing away

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I'm trying to break the norm I'm trying to break through the storm I'm trying to discard the dread I'm trying to find happiness instead I'm trying to escape the doom I'm trying to save what it consumes Try though I might, I'm failing Try though I might in my bailing Try though I might, my ships not sailing Try though I might it's hard to keep caring Try though I might, I keep on sinking Try though I might I keep on weeping Maybe I should just let go Maybe there is something I don't know Maybe I should let things be Maybe there's something I can't see Maybe things will be just fine Maybe this is my sublime Maybe things won't get much worse Maybe I really don't live under a curse Maybe this sadness is my way Maybe I'm supposed to fight for each day Maybe I'm supposed to live with catastrophe being the norm Maybe I'm supposed to dance in the storms

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Mar 14, 2016

Mar 14, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC

Pauline_Morris

I'm Trying

I'm trying to break the norm I'm trying to break through the storm I'm trying to discard the dread I'm trying to find happiness instead I'm trying to escape the doom I'm trying to save what it consumes Try though I might, I'm failing Try though I might in my bailing Try though I might, my ships not sailing Try though I might it's hard to keep caring Try though I might, I keep on sinking Try though I might I keep on weeping Maybe I should just let go Maybe there is something I don't know Maybe I should let things be Maybe there's something I can't see Maybe things will be just fine Maybe this is my sublime Maybe things won't get much worse Maybe I really don't live under a curse Maybe this sadness is my way Maybe I'm supposed to fight for each day Maybe I'm supposed to live with catastrophe being the norm Maybe I'm supposed to dance in the storms

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Him: "I'm afraid. Afraid of rejection." And this is what I told him: "Then you're just subjecting yourself to something that has little or no value. Rejection is nothing but a notion. A norm. Just a word. But we are afraid of it because we give it power. Power to scare us witless. We become fools. Afraid of our own illusions. Only we can break it. Break the illusion, break the fear, break the norm, break rejection."

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 4:40 AM UTC

kltaguiam

Conversation: Fear

Him: "I'm afraid. Afraid of rejection." And this is what I told him: "Then you're just subjecting yourself to something that has little or no value. Rejection is nothing but a notion. A norm. Just a word. But we are afraid of it because we give it power. Power to scare us witless. We become fools. Afraid of our own illusions. Only we can break it. Break the illusion, break the fear, break the norm, break rejection."

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Why do we take terrible atrocities so lightly these days Like **** ****** suicides, prejudices, abuse and bullying Even if they have become a norm nowadays Especially as they have become a norm nowadays Plastered on the news daily Turning away blind from these sufferings Has made the evils stronger Which is why they have become a norm these days How many lives can we save if we care to notice These crimes dancing before us

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Oct 20, 2015

Oct 20, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC

the-silent-catastrophe

Blind Of Compassion

Why do we take terrible atrocities so lightly these days Like **** ****** suicides, prejudices, abuse and bullying Even if they have become a norm nowadays Especially as they have become a norm nowadays Plastered on the news daily Turning away blind from these sufferings Has made the evils stronger Which is why they have become a norm these days How many lives can we save if we care to notice These crimes dancing before us

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If you are a friend of him, you will really try to know What things can make him happy, or make his eyes glow What makes him feel alive and let the joy flow Things that could make his heartbeats stop or make them slow If you are a friend of her, you will try to find why Her days have been so gloomy and you always see her cry Why she struggles so much to see a brighter sky And she's becoming bold when you knew that she was shy If you are a friend of them, you will try to understand The things they need to have with decisions now at hand It's really hard to grip when the remaining unbroken strand Is the one that's not fitted to keep a sacred bond.

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Feb 12, 2015

Feb 12, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC

Marguerite

If You Are A Friend

If you are a friend of him, you will really try to know What things can make him happy, or make his eyes glow What makes him feel alive and let the joy flow Things that could make his heartbeats stop or make them slow If you are a friend of her, you will try to find why Her days have been so gloomy and you always see her cry Why she struggles so much to see a brighter sky And she's becoming bold when you knew that she was shy If you are a friend of them, you will try to understand The things they need to have with decisions now at hand It's really hard to grip when the remaining unbroken strand Is the one that's not fitted to keep a sacred bond.

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Oct 29, 2014

Oct 29, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC

Oh, you don't like who I am? Excuse me for a minute While I go make myself A little more socially acceptable Like another face in the crowd, A symbol of what is and what isn't allowed Now I'll be just like you And you'll be just like me too Perfection.

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Sep 27, 2014

Sep 27, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC

Asunder

Blended

Oh, you don't like who I am? Excuse me for a minute While I go make myself A little more socially acceptable Like another face in the crowd, A symbol of what is and what isn't allowed Now I'll be just like you And you'll be just like me too Perfection.

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