#normalcy
She says I love you however you are
She's not meant to be playful with me
In expression her sincerity won't gamble
When reading to me from her distance I understand the financing of pain I produce
I've no money
I've no means to be more at the hours hand
The art stumbles upon me, curious
I become benign and submerge
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 12:57 PM UTC
acid has been slowly dripping into my lungs for as long as I can remember.
it's an endless plink. plink. plink. of liquid against flesh. it festers and burns starting out manageable. just a faint pain and a cough. but everytime something happens. everytime I meet a stranger's eyes.
it is like they are spraying more and more acid into my lungs.
until the pain is unbearable. until it hurts so bad my eyes go blurry and I choke and cough until I'm vomiting up the acid that had filled my lungs to the brim. leaving me heaving and sobbing for air. as I cry "why am I like this. why can't I just be normal.".
then it goes quite and eventually... the burn begins again.
just the plink. plink. plink. of liquid against flesh.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 5:47 PM UTC
Somebody, give me your soul.
Clone army, Somebody 1, Somebody 2,
Anybody! Give me to you,
So that I can become Normal.
I am Nobody alone.
Just a waiting John Doe
For somebody to know
I was never my own.
I wish, I wish it was the case
That we were more alike:
That it wasn't such a hike
To walk the way you pace,
But I'm not. I'm only this.
And if you knew me
For even an eternity,
I'm one no one'll miss.
I'm nobody playing a role.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC
tick tock tick tock
time runs forward
miasma in my brain
a spark that keeps
lighting, lightning
in my limbs
been alight so long
don't know what it's like
not to burn
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
“The one thing you shall not eat,
Can devour what you be.
The Red sweetness holds thee;
Core of poison, core of deceit.”
For many others without conscience tells,
They chant lies, they clang bells.
For power is not its conflict of corruption,
But a light to evil, a light of destruction.
Apple drops a head of thought.
Others, however, are long got.
For they have no will,
long gone they sought.
They boldly think, they blindly condemn,
Yet logic’s truth eludes each of them.
Because, presence wises the bird of them.
The worm that eats, the sweetness it brings.
The bird eats it so, masqueraded in wings.
For knowledge only gives moths light,
the tempt to corruption, arrogance flight.
And no told that numbers are right,
No knowledge of order, ultimate sight.
They chopped the apple tree, fuel it alight.
Now, they pay their price, their final blight.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 2:19 AM UTC
My rough past, a lonely gravel path that directed me here
One riddled with loathing and fear from myself and every peer
It all pales in comparison to each and every fallen tear
Added to the unforgiving shame of having tried to check out that one year
It's this reign of pain that stops me in my tracks like headlights freezing a deer
It's clear I don't know how to steer and can not get out of first gear
My entire windshield is a rearview mirror, the next tragedy always closer than they appear
My over corrections and over reactions are too severe, they're starting to break down the veneer
Put in place to simulate normalcy and hide the real me but I'm a horrible engineer
The intentions were sincere but this cavalier attitude never allowed the good in me to adhere
I've given in to my dark passenger allowing it to commandeer the space between each ear
At the time I thought it'd be far messier if I tried too interfere with the puppeteer
So I grabbed a few memories as a souvenir and tried to disappear
©2023
Dec 15, 2023
Dec 15, 2023 at 4:40 PM UTC
my work sprouts from the simplest indeterminate sense
depicting more than verge death organisms
freshly ground expectations are composted alongside considered
traditions
allowing our vigorous grip of normalcy to disperse
changing infancy energy into visceral landscapes of amplified color
a falling into rest
where we can blossom into our own embodied environments
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 7:30 PM UTC
Normalcy is a strange word.
No definition is certain and
allowed to be called “normal”.
Differs in different lands.
And never asks for
Hate to come in its absence.
And no-one can seem to fulfil it.
Normalcy seems like a dream far away,
in a distant land that is strange.
Sometimes,
I wonder if anyone is normal.
If not,
Normalcy is perfection.
We strive for it.
And we practice diligently.
And fail to achieve it wholly.
Yet we find normalcy
that is perfection partially.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Nothing,
Nothing compares...
To the sight of a cold corpse,
Dry tulips atop a lustered rectangle,
A box for the truth,
A cell for the dead,
The sound of bells from a nearby wedding,
The cries of babies on tired arms,
The smell of a dusty church,
Burning in the middle of a December afternoon.
I hold a rosary,
More for the living than for the dead,
For the living are often dead,
And the dead are often living,
Maybe we'll meet someday,
Say your last goodbye,
It's time to go,
Bury the dead,
Go on with the living,
Hide the truth under the soil,
But know that it will grow again,
You'll see it in fresh cut tulips,
The white sun will remind you,
The breeze will whisper my name,
Syllable by syllable,
My name will haunt you.
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
I wake up everyday to the sight of the New Normal
Open my ears to the sounds of the news
A black man killed before he could breathe
A child bombed before he could eat
And I think
What is normal?
What is rest?
What is hope?
Normalcy doesn’t sound normal these days
Rest doesn’t sound restful these days
Hope doesn’t sound hopeful these days
And I wish they did anyway
I wish writing, making art, cooking,
playing games, short naps, or social media
Were enough to make us forget about
Restless civilizations
These days
Heartless politicians
These days
Senseless discrimination
These days
The failures of the system
These days
I sit with my heart on my hand
Comprehending nothing at all
These days
While chaos all around us ensues
These days
And months seem to go by as quickly as they can
Yet nothing seems to change
Racism is still racism
War is still war
Hate is still hate
These days
And yet we’ve just realized
These days
How much we valued other days
And there’s no longer any returning to
Those days
Cause if it took us a pandemic to realize
How much we’ve failed those who needed us the most
On days
We’ve looked past reality
Just to see what we wanted to see
And believe what we wanted to believe in
That we chose right
That we’d never be able to fear going out
Since we’ve kept ourselves inside our social bubbles
That kept us from seeing
That everyone else had always been suffering
Before these days
I’d rather have
These days
So what is normalcy?
What is rest?
What is hope
To those who couldn’t afford to have those in the first place?
But I’d like to think that we haven’t completely forgotten
Those days
I’d like to think there will be better days
Where we’ll finally be able to settle down all our differences
That we won’t differentiate black from white
That we’ll finally know wrong from right
And we’ll see that days
Are not just days
But everyday struggles for many to live
In a world that hates living so much
So don't just wish these days
Instead help these days
So that others may be able to live their days too
And not just you
Today.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC
I've had these dreams each night
I can't seem to remember names. Just bodies.
Faces Evade me
Action
Movement
Conversation
Volume
Touch
All my senses engaged to the inertia, the energy, the power-
Each night I come back to this palace.
The Watering Hole
of a society who's waking life has been forced into sleep
People destined to find one another
Hear one another
See one another
Feel one another
We are all but dreams to eachother.
Wishing to wake up to a reailty that for the first time
is sweeter than dreams.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
Defense and apprehension keeps me
Should i mention this immense, ascending feeling reaping me?
The reeling out of sight
bright, shining at the sight if you.
You shine for me
You shine on me
I'd be hardly known, uneasily and seemingly roam, not free form from room to room, in and out an unavoidable
unavailable vacancy of gloom.
In bloom, my flowering budless, aweless, awfully lawful, peer-free, though id cease to be not flawless.
I want nothing more than this.
God i want you
I need you to feel what i have when i see you see me feeling you. I love you.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
Coffee cups and midnight snacks
The gentle breeze as the people pass
The sunset against the windows of a car
Observing life from afar
Diamond glints on cracked road
The embroidered patch that I sewed
On my bag that rests on the empty chair
It says "I don't mind, I don't care"
Life goes on as it does
As lonely as it may seem
The flowers will bloom, the bees will buzz
I'll live life peacefully.
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 5:14 AM UTC
So you say PINK is the color of BLUE
Blue meaning me and You
Blood and tears sweat sadness from fears
I am full
Yet we are empty
Maybe it's just me
I'm a pink period monster
Who death had begun her
Death of Innocence
'Death of Silence
Death of Normalcy
Because between you and me
We can be free
PINK, red
Ice BLUE to undead
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC
go to school
obey authority
follow tradition
join society
go to church
worship god
get married
get a job
pay rent
be responsible
have children
stay faithful
work harder
be productive
rest and silence
are ****** seductive
wear clothes
don’t offend
don’t care
just pretend
act normal
stand in line
grow old
now you die
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
I told myself I was different
I didn’t excessively bleed
No one could see anything
I was doing just fine.
To me cutting became expected.
For others it wasn’t okay, but for me?
Just a daily routine
As normal as brushing my teeth.
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 6:35 AM UTC
In this world,
there are some of us who get left behind
because we don’t fit the bill.
A bill that is arbitrarily in place and which
makes some magnificent, many perfectly normal,
and some of us a bunch of unworthy f***s who don’t
deserve affection, attention, and any of your time.
Go on, erase us from your narrative, from this world’s narrative,
erase us completely because our bodies are a certain way,
because it would require you to change your perspective slightly
to accommodate us into your view,
because there’s a billion to choose from who are perfectly normal
We might as well be not human because some of us don’t get to
experience human joys strictly because of how we look.
The least you could do is understand very clearly this fact
that for whatever reason, not all of us are able to experience being a human in the sense that most of you are able to
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 1:42 AM UTC
Normalcy is surreal
So surreal that it almost feels real
Trying to absorb it all
We get stuck in this timeless pitfall
In the end just callousing
If we could've done something different from it all.
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.
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Mehek
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
The emptiness did not swallow me today
it was normalcy in which I lay
life seemed possible today,
the black hole in me had no sway.
.
.
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Mehek
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 7:29 AM UTC
i hope you revel in the normalcy
when you feel the sunrise on your skin
walking down a brick path
i hope you breathe in the morning
hold the ordinary close to you
like a life that almost didn’t happen
because for some of us
it didn’t happen
i have never felt the blissful repetition
in being surrounded by what is expected
standing in seasons and looking at skylines
that your mothers and fathers
have stood in and looked at
mothers and fathers who do your laundry
when you come home to a home
that has smelled the same
for the past twenty years
so i hope that you laugh and drink
a little too much
and kiss people who make you feel seen
i hope you listen to bad music
and hug your friends too tightly
and skip your eight a.m. just because
you need slowness and stillness
and a coffee from the corner
and a breath of fresh air
in the morning
on a brick path
with the midday sun
on your skin
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
The chances are never perfect
I am disappointed
because the world has never stood up to
what is ideal
what is right is hidden behind the veil
Innocents are tested each time
and the fight goes on.
Bending the rule,
using people as tool
dead and alive
making every fool
and the normalcy
spreading this sickness
over what is going on
so wrong.
Moving on
getting over it
forgetting every little bit,
we stick to our lives
protecting us
what possibly how
we can also be duped
and save ourselves
from becoming the national news.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
the restless peace cries inside
calm but there is pain
who cares what is underneath
she is sipping on her tea
picture of normalcy
there is hidden trauma
it was missing the usual sugar
tasting the bitter
as her vision of the truth
her morning of clearing dust
touching the rust
and all what was hidden
beneath the carpet
came clear.
The false sense of security
vanished away
foolish to the fault
good awakening
to welcome the new resident misery
for expecting a good fantasy
in this fair world.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC