#outsider
By The-Drifter-From-heaven
I could feel the sounds of nature's symphony; Not hear—
I could hear the warmth of the early morning sun and the chill of the midnight breeze; Not feel—
I could feel and hear the beautiful morning landscape—
And the midnight skyline with the moon and the stars—
A lantern in the dark; Not see—
I am neither deaf, nor blind, torpid or numb—
But in this sensory world—I find my own truth,
For; I am, who I am—the simple heart of the doomed.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:14 AM UTC
Then it happened.
Another ship had wrecked
and its sole traveler came.
He was asleep—
as John was.
Some people took
the ropes out.
But John didn't.
He stared at the newcomer.
Wondering.
Emily stared at him too.
Then, he got up and
took the ropes off
of his friends' hands.
"No. Not again",
he said.
Slowly, he walked in front of them—
slapping each one's face
and reciting each one's name.
"All of you tied me when I arrived.
Now, you won't tie anybody else".
He threw the ropes into the sea.
While the waves carried them away,
he sat on a rock, waiting
for the newcomer to wake.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 3:09 PM UTC
All gathered
around the fireplace,
they tell tales.
They talk about
legendary animals—
fierce beasts—
intrepid adventurers—
fighters and heroes—
then a voice rises,
seemingly from nowhere.
"Those are all impressive tales—
but I've got a better one"
It's a sweet voice
—at least for one man—,
a high-pitched one.
"It's been exactly ten years
since John arrived.
Since you tied him to a tree.
Since you slapped his face
because he was new,
different, an outsider."
Now, John's face is red again.
"Emily, why would you
remind them of that?",
he thinks.
But nobody laughs.
Everyone remains silent.
Yet, John feels like he hears
their minds.
"Why did we?"
"Isn't he just... human?"
"Isn't he like us?"
While they reflect,
John looks at Emily.
Just one little wink—
entire sentences fly
in that wink.
John is silent, like all of them.
Then, he stands up
and he goes away.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 1:53 PM UTC
Broken, the planks
have fallen.
Useless, the sail
is plunging.
Asleep, the sailor
arrives.
Comfortable, it is
—the sand—
It doesn't wake him up
or send him back.
A desert island
is a good place for a new start.
But the island is not desert—
people have lived there
for years, decades—
generations.
They tie him to a tree,
they slap his face awake,
until his mouth lets out
a shy, almost silent greeting:
"Hi, I'm the new child"
His face is red,
from slaps and embarrassment.
He wishes they let him go,
he wishes they turn to something else—
but they don't.
Night falls, they go to sleep.
They are tired—he is tied.
Below the quiet stars,
when he almost had fallen asleep,
a girl approaches to help him.
"Hi! I'm sorry for what they did",
she says.
"They just love to be superior to strangers"
—her face filled with disappointment—
"You know, they are humans—
they love to do that.
By the way, my name's Emily"
When she stops talking,
he is not tied anymore.
Emily extended her hand—
"Mine is John",
he says as he takes her hand.
"Well, John—
this is the warmest welcome you'll get"
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 2:40 PM UTC
You’re a guy, right?
Hm? Me? I mean, yeah? Can’t you tell?
No.
No..? What do you mean, no?
You don’t act like them.
Like who?
You know who.
You’re not a guy.
But I am a guy,
well, i’m supposed to be.
but you look like a girl?
a girl..?
yeah, you look at me in that way?
like what?
like i’m fragile,
not real.
i don’t feel like a guy.
you—don’t?
No,
not here,
not there,
not with them,
not without them,
they’ll always avoid me.
they’ll never talk to you?
never.
you’re too… soft.
like a girl?
maybe,
maybe you are a girl.
you’re too… me.
and that’s scary?
why is it scary to them,
to… me?
You try to be one of them.
I do, i do,
and I want to be, but—
but what?
b-but—
it doesn’t work?
you regress?
you think you’re actually good enough?
good enough to be with them?
you’ll always just be an observer,
someone who watches,
someone who doesn’t act,
someone who’ll always be… me.
me?
i want to be like them.
i want to be one of them.
but you’re right,
i’ll always be you.
i’m jealous.
i hate you,
i hate them,
i hate myself,
why am i like this,
why did it turn out like this?
this isn’t fair.
it’s so easy for them,
they talk, they tease, they dare.
a joke, a shove, a laugh, a nod,
and suddenly they’re…
they’re a team.
and i watch.
i watch as others fit in,
but i’m stuck.
stuck with the girls,
the girls ***** friends with them too,
and i envy.
i envy their connection,
not just with them,
but with each other.
i’ll always just be you.
stuck.
static.
unchanging.
jealous.
but i don’t want to be you.
i want to change,
my laugh, my gestures, my voice,
everything.
and become less… me.
but you’re right,
no matter how hard i try,
i’ll just be me.
and this hard conversation,
this reflection,
shows me,
tells me,
every truth.
so if i’m a guy,
why don’t i act like it?
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 12:33 AM UTC
A fish out of water
Trying to swim but I don't belong
A fish out of water
It drowns
And a ship lost at sea won't survive
They've just got the wrong end of the stick
As if they've got their wires crossed
It's like I'm drowning in a river of doubt
What's the right thing to say?
Haven't got a clue
Is this really just all a misunderstanding?
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC
Once upon a time,
There lived a poet here —
not a precious one,
not a dear.
He wasn’t heard,
So he grew a beard,
hoping people
might lend him their ears.
But he wasn’t Christ,
not even a priest;
The beard only made him
look even more weird.
To them, he grew odder,
a stranger, another —
not the same,
but other.
***
In a world tuned to priests, a poet’s truth arrives off-frequency.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 1:22 AM UTC
Look what the cat dragged in.
I hear them say.
Do I offend?
Look what the cat dragged in
Yea, okay
It’s me again.
I think I’ll stay.
I really don’t care
If I fit in.
Look what the cat dragged in.
You wanna play? I’ll play.
But you will never win.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 6:20 PM UTC
To be like them, to be normal,
To not disdain such normal things
To not isolate or “laze”
To speak openly without mistakes
How I wish for such freedom,
To be cared about rather than judged
To have a group outside of family,
To be freely and openly expressive without fear
To have friends and social groups,
To feel achieved like everyone else
How I wish to be “normal”
How I wish to be liked
How I loathe the stares and expectations,
How I loathe the bullies and judgments
How I loathe not knowing,
How I loathe being a failure inside
How I wish I wasn’t such an outcast,
How I wish there was no expectations or judgments
How I wish I was normal,
Whatever that is…
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 8:54 AM UTC
I just want to make sure
I am completely sober
When I finally tell her
That it's actually over
To a simple observer,
An outsider
It may seem
That I'm doing it all for her
But I want to make sure
She is not another
Chip on my shoulder
'Cause there is no room up there
Due to life's boulder
©2025
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 7:10 PM UTC
On the sidelines in
this country unknown to me --
I can safely watch.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 2:47 AM UTC
Voy a romper algo,
O voy a romperme a mi,
Estoy harto de sentir esto,
Cada que mencionamos temas así
Cada que no destacó en nada,
Cada esperanza de alguien en que participe,
Ya, simplemente no soy popular,
A nadie le importo.
Nunca dirán algo al público,
Solo les importa los "amigos"
Y ahí es donde surgen los "actos"
Ojalá volver al pasado.
-S.F
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
I dwell alone in this gray hinterland,
While friends I love live past its edge.
An outsider — I’ve made my stand,
My soul unmoved by local pledge.
They cast their judgment, dull and dry,
Their world drained of hue or grace.
But I won't flinch, nor question why —
For love once lived in a brighter place.
For my friends, I’ll bear this ache,
This exile etched in time and land.
It’s fleeting, like a dream I’ll shake,
A fading echo I’ll not withstand.
For my heart, I’ll cross the line,
To warmth, to truth, to those who see —
The ones who held my hand in time,
The ones who simply loved all of me.
Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 7:50 AM UTC
When you are
feeling alone, and
within Solitude,
all on your own,
no one else,
just you,
you feel
like you are
an outcast, and
you are
feeling so blue,
when you have
no friends,
and when you
don't fit in, but
you try to,
when no one
is around, and
you are feeling
so down,
you are
considered an
Outsider, and
on your
face you wear
a frown; but
you are not alone,
just want to make
your day Brighter,
your kindness
is shown,
you should
feel much Lighter,
So, don't feel bad if
you are rejected,
there are others
just like you,
that you could relate
to, and
feel connected,
so, when you
are feeling like
you don't belong,
there are others
that are the same,
so, just be strong,
I am here to
motivate,
encourage,
and Inspire,
Have Faith, and Hope,
Just Lifting you Higher,
Just broaden
your Horizons, and
make your path wider,
Are you
in Isolation???,
Do you feel
like an Outsider???
B.R.
Date: 5/3/2025
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
It is a full moon,
music sounds from the café --
I'm not one of them.
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 2:50 AM UTC
Finally the sun has come out from behind the clouds to dry my wet cheeks. A gentle breeze hums through the trees and the sound of a blackbird singing anchors me in the moment. My heart is grateful for this green buffer of solace amidst a world gone crazy. Whilst the angry mobs, baying for blood, stalk the streets of a crumbling power hungry paradigm, there are glimmers of light appearing on the horizon as many more souls gather in love to dance to the beat of a different drum.
Once again I feel myself dwelling on the margins, quietly retreating to the edges to join my witchy ancestors, watching and waiting for the storm to pass.
My bones hold the memories of the burning times as I sink into the quiet earth and the cool wind caressing my skin brings some relief. Walking on the razors edge of longing for connection and needing to lie low, to hunker down in the one place I can feel safe, alone.
Around me I see signs of the storm passing and new buds appearing with the promise of another flowering and harvest to come. In the warm evening light, that kisses the tips of the leaves, a gentle smile wraps itself around my heart and a glimmer of hope returns. ‘This too shall pass’, the wind whispers, ‘this to shall pass’…
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 5:59 PM UTC
Hi Eddie,
look me in the eye and hold my hand.
Sip the air slowly and breathe.
Eddie, I see the weight you carry,
The silence that lingers when you speak,
How love, like wind, slips through your open hands and leaves you wondering where you belong.
You are the lyrics and melody to my song.
My dear friend,
I can sense
your brokenness.
A thousand years that lived in our days
is not enough for you to mend,
you did all you could to blend,
still you were an outsider to them.
I know you’ve given
more than you received,
and every time you try,
the door stays shut.
But hear me now,
you’re not alone in this,
I’m here, beside you,
as the shadows swells.
But I need you to believe.
Though they may turn
their backs
or look away,
their blindness
cannot dim
the light you hold.
It’s themselves
they are leaving to decay,
I’m near you
through the aging of the cold.
How I knew your story.
For every page that was dog-eared
I ached with you.
How could a playground
as innocent as children can be,
be an ecosystem for the cruel?
We often went home with you
mottled in blue.
You held your own and smiled,
but I knew deep inside
it is where
you were mostly bruised.
Behind those bright eyes,
are sustained notes on a string,
bent high enough then it
dove with an ululating vibrato.
I knew your soul was singing the blues.
But I was clueless about your truth.
Until time uprooted you.
I recall seeing you
hiding behind the bleachers
bawling your eyes,
wailing your inside out,
looking like a crumpled paper,
and you were.
As if you were a note
bearing tragic news
stinging the eyes of a reader
the way a coffee drinker
would burn his mouth
for being overly excited
to sip from an angry mug.
It was something you told
your mother and father.
“You were no child of theirs,”
is all they could utter
and while it left me bothered,
you tried brushing it off,
like those words didn’t matter.
Stood your ground,
against aches that could stain
you,
like you were a magic
eraser.
But you were a rogue moon,
pocked with millions and millions
of craters
drifting farther and father away
into deep space.
I recall sadness deeply
entrenched into your face.
Over time,
we grew taller;
not older.
How brazen of me to think
that just because our legs
grew longer
that they would be enough
to take us somewhere,
but I faltered to hear
you say that somehow the past
kept chasing you.
Fetters attached around
the feet of your heart
and it has been going on forever.
And in the mirror
is a stranger that you’ve
known longer
than you ever known yourself.
Seemingly stuck inside
of what was’ padded cell.
And how I wish I could help,
but to you swore not to tell.
So I must tell you.
But you are unbreakable.
I see it in you,
steady and untouched,
A quiet strength
that rises through the cracks.
You are enough,
even when they can’t see
The beauty of the soul
you show the world.
I’m here,
whenever you need to be heard,
when your heart aches
for words you’ll never hear.
Though I can’t make the
hurt disappear, I just wanted
to make it clear, I’m near. I’m here.
Lean into me
When like paper
the world feels too sharp,
that it seem to cut you in half.
When the silence is loud
and you feel unseen.
Know deep in my iris
you’ll see you in me.
Through storm
when the winds of doubt
snaps the sails
and you find yourself
cast away.
I’ll be your shore
throwing you a line,
Know that I see you, Eddie.
I’m sorry Eddie, but you’re not alone.
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 11:46 PM UTC
Animal
By: SaD gUrL hOUrS
"What's that?"
"Who are you?"
"What are you?"
"You're so crazy."... "Like a fox," I say
Being different-
Being Weird-
It makes you like an animal
You're never quite like everyone else
But you're more similar than you think... or not
Cliques are just different species of animals
While the closer friend groups are different breeds
But you are the outsider
The strange one
The
One
Who
Is
Different
You are just someone looking at the animals in the zoo...
Jan 21, 2024
Jan 21, 2024 at 10:23 PM UTC
i asked him about life
he talked all about you
without realizing
there was no me
between us
now
now it was him and her
and i was an outsider
she was his life
while i lost mine amidst them
so tell me where i can find mine?
because i called you my life
you made me feel that way
now just because your feelings changed,
why am i supposed to change mine too
was it that easy for you to leave me
when you saw her
why didn't you look back?
if you would have
you would've seen yourself in my eyes
now i am confused because of your life
at least leave me
by taking everything you gave me once
don't even leave your memory
i will build my one life one
where no one will leave me like you did
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 6:13 AM UTC
Often I find the days never-changing,
Doomed to repeat themselves.
I, Inescapable,
Like a moth to the dim blue glow of fluorescence.
To escape is one thing,
But, to watch friend and foe revel in their ignorance is another.
Like a feline sees the world through a sheet of glass,
I may be doomed to the same.
May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 3:40 AM UTC
At the heights of a Surrey valley
is where I stand alone.
The clouds roll in with attempted suppression,
wuthering, as one may say.
Yet they succeed and I do not.
All this vacantness on the moors,
in turn: suffocation.
All this gale of violence and madness,
not a single shiver,
but a private, intense burning sensation.
Would it set fire to the moors, the libraries,
and the red curtain theatre?
Or would it melt the defendant themselves?
I wish for the former,
yet I am already melting.
I put my hand on the gnomon-less sundial,
and still I stand alone
drunk on the all-consuming emotions
inflicted by these brick walls
or rather the crowds of unpredictability within them.
Apr 20, 2022
Apr 20, 2022 at 7:42 PM UTC
One day she turned where there was no bend in the concrete
Skipping in bare feet
It looked triumphant, but it was retreat
Far far back to the days before poetry
And gaudy words for all to see
She skipped into a past where she could keep it all in
Afraid to mutter a word
Not wanting to burden the wind
So she built herself a rocket out of satin and tears
She'll be orbiting Earth for the rest of her years
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
I tried
I'm spent
I give up
I relent
I quit
I'll just stop
I can't stand
I just flop
I'm broke
I'm a mess
I've no *****
I regress
I've failed
I won't fight
I'm lost
I can't write
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
Stranger to earth, to her body, to the church. I often wondered how she could remain stoic as her blood licked the grass blades at our feet, the moth falling with her finger, drowning with my grief into the ring of fire. How far can one go, she asked me, to live without participating in the circus, to resist clowns, to not register pain, family, injustice, rain. Look, I said, they endure, the sound, the visuals, the memory – episodic, yes, but they endure – people would not forgive bystander. The moth fell again, shuddering, struggling. And her finger, gushing with golden blood, was still pointing at the priestess, who smiled, and said, you decide, it’s your body. To sequester, draw a line on the snow, better with blood, but tears would suffice too – and so the stranger was repeatedly created and destroyed.
Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 5:49 AM UTC