#peculiar
A Peculiar Poet,
only one characteristic,
vary, varying, variegated,
various, varied;
neither
among nor between,
living within a host,
in splendid isolation,
supping on diverse
dusts of a human mixte,
drinking deep from
the diverse melange;
human, humane,
hominid, **** sapien,
he eats a salad of humanity,
dressing it differently daily
anew, with newly
acquainted alpha~words
of one of the
7,000 languages
upon this planet
spoken
by the varying
beaucoup individuals of
Mankind
7:10am
Thu May 14
nml. f i n i
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 6:39 AM UTC
Who are they
to make me feel this way?
Who signed the papers,
who stamped the permission slip
that said
yes, you may crash her spirit
until she forgets her name?
Who gave them the right
to sand me down
with opinions,
to call it “help,”
to rename my becoming
as failure?
They changed me.
They pressed and pulled and judged
until I bent in places
I didn’t even know could ache.
And now they stare, confused,
asking why I look different.
I was placed on this earth too.
Not as an accessory.
Not as a lesson.
Not as someone’s emotional labour.
I was placed here
to have a home and kids too,
to burn dinner and laugh about it,
to build dreams that scare me,
to grow old with stories
that don’t apologize for existing.
But selfish —
they held me hostage
against what works or doesn’t,
measured my worth
with earthly scales
that never knew how to weigh a soul.
They drove me
from sanity to insanity,
then asked why I’m tired.
But listen.
I am someone’s daughter.
I am someone’s friend.
I am a future mom
I am a person
who survived being misunderstood
and is still here
claiming space
with a trembling voice
that refuses to disappear.
And if that makes them uncomfortable—
good.
Because I am done shrinking
to make destruction feel justified.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 12:35 PM UTC
your eyes
it tells a beautiful story
it is incomparable to many eyes
I have met before
the most peculiar eyes
I have ever seen
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 11:11 PM UTC
I have six of them buried deep inside my head
I could just pull them out one by one if I wanted to
But I tell myself "don't dig up the dead!"
"It's for the best!" they echo..
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 5:56 AM UTC
The door in the attic is peculiar
Sometimes I am lucky enough to find it cold
And I will stumble inside and fall
Far away from here
It's like a dream, a new life
You must look around and above you
And then you will see it
Above, up there, high, far away
There it was, I saw the hole
Through my fluttering eyelids it was always grey
But when I say so
Mother starts to weep uncontrollably
From here I can only sit and watch and ponder
Where it starts and where it ends
And if there is a castle of wonder
I'd like to see it one day
Even if I am old and empty
And I have lived forever
Even if I am all bones and dust and dead
But I'm still alive and my pulse is fascinating
I stand up and run, maybe if I run fast enough
I will start to fly
Yet all that comes of it is a dizzy heart and burning eyes
Sometimes, the Big Grey will ask me,
"What are you searching for?"
I don't know yet, I just want to see past the shadow
What is it like, where dreams are told,
Where dreams are sold?
On the days that she sits me down
And tells me what's real and what's not real
I wish I could give Mother a dream too
Because the lines on her face make her look so tired
And that's when they start fluttering again
Open. Close. Open. Close. Open. Close.
Open.
When will I know what dreams are like?
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
You brighten up my day
in such a peculiar way.
My usual blue feeling
morph into a smile which the
familiar tears can't wash away.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 5:49 AM UTC
In the weirdest turn of events that day
As a cop toting guns and pepper spray
I gathered an urge to pen my first ode
In my lunch hour, before hitting the road
To sirens and light of my precinct's space
not a stanza wrote, yet my mind's apace
the pen's the problem; confidence recede
Pondered a visit to a friend, indeed
Thoughtful I'm moving, this old clue I'd act
on Brooklyn's pen thief; kleptomaniac
acquired from him, an ink dipping quill
of Huia birds, still boxed with its bill
Case solved; on the back of the bill it hints
"Dear Mayor, pen's for poems; lead's for thugs."
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC
Puzzling and cryptic
Quite an unpredictability
Bizarre and eccentric
This is such a mystery
Filled with suspense and darkness
Such an unclear scenery
A clouded situation appears
That is a peculiarity
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
Out of the blue, she blurted out,
"Peculiar stuff, I want to assert"
I had no guess what was her find.
(More like many a times one sees onself
in turns of life, unexpected, I presumed)
"Oh! is it? tell me all about it " I enthused,
And woke up at the very same moment
in to a dream, of different kind, half progressed,
There was no trace of a 'her' in this dream I wormed in!
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
There lived an old woman
In a tumbled old cottage
In the midst of the silent wood.
She kept figurines
And the most peculiar things
In her little old cottage in the wood.
Her vases were chipped
Her tapestries ripped
And her silverware bent like her back,
But beautiful was she
And her beloved oddities
In that little old cottage in the wood.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC
I don't think I know
where to begin or
where to go
How to leave chance behind
how to change perceptions
how to treat my own mind
I don't know
why I have this need
to share and to show
Exactly where I stand
ever spilling heart in hand
I don't know why
I keep asking for truth
from strangers only passing by
Same old retreat
numbing sadness on repeat
I have no idea
what to tell you now
how to make myself more clear
How to leave and how to save
how to make my feet behave
I'm a glass full of shards
a peculiar collection
lots of shiny unknown parts
I don't know who I am anymore
I don't think I knew before
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
People couldn't find the way
probably they forgot
could it be they were too hurt to remember
or to happy to notice
If my mind was a road
I'd give you a way
a perfect example of a person
who thrives for other's needs while
loosing his own way
If you broke down
clouded with sin
only you can heal yourself
it starts from within
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
Imagine
blonde ponytail swinging from brunette root
angled in a straight line with her jaw bone
Pouted lips
and manicured eyelashes
layered in dark,
heavy fabrics
to counter her fair skin
and tall golden brown boots
Her hands are heavy
sharp.
Her eyes are tired
her jaw compresses.
Up and down
chewing on gum
she has a few red scars
scattered on her cheeks
like freckles
She's curved
not necessarily slouched
but more like
it's the only way to fit all of her into her chair
her legs are crossed
her earrings dangle
as if in mid-air
She's thinking,
constantly
thinking
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
At times I wonder if you are stable and how you are able.
You lay in the bed for what seems like days on end without food or water to begin
In the deepest part of your sleep, you let out a howling wail I can only resemble as a boy in heat
When I come up to check on you, like any crazy human you'll either shoo me away or rub my head so true
After you hibernate in numbers, the amount of milk you consume would put me in a diabetic overdose slumber [to be welcomed]
When you go to the room where waters pour from the ceiling and *** in a bowl of water that looks refreshing and appealing
That's when out comes the dragon, throat roaring, bloodshot vision, blowing smoke like a continuous cannon
And you'll stand and stare at the mirror, this you can't hide I've been with you a long time here
Not looking at yourself or your grooming, you look at what you've become and why you can't bury six-deep this glooming
And truthfully, I get it. The solitude, the independence, the struggle to live alone, when you leave every morning and return at dark
After having many companions around and now not. I'm the last cat standing as well, I get it
The desire to be nurtured and massaged only to be shoo'd away more than half the time
To eat the same foods day in and day out
Have a growth of hair breed on your face and body and scratch the itch feed that need, only to wake up everyday looking like yesterday, I get it friend
We have an innate nature to feel our peculiarities are alienated, but our similarities are there and that can not be denied or debated.
Thoughts on You, from the cat
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
*come forward, you sweet whimsical dream.
fill my mind up with all sorts of beauties.
leave my bed empty, but my smile frozen.
these euphoric senses dance on my duvet,
to later sleep on my pillow.
I wish I could stay here forever.
for this one feeling.
the feeling of something.
something like the very feeling of feelings;*
feels peculiar.
*here I have forgotten you.
here I am free of the idea of a
silhouette, that used to be mine.
but; there is always a but.
when the sun's lazy hot
rays tickle my eyes open.
and the birds, now mournful,
chirping trespass my ears.
there falls the heavy brick down,
and with a sudden bang.
I see the raven black silhouette,
crystallized in the corner of my eye.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
Seen through your
Peculiar eyes,
Is a mind
Full of pink skies
And
Vivid
Constellations.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
What am I?
A mere butterfly in the summer fly of your
beauty?
Why am I
here,
coloured by the summer sky of your
grace?
Here I am to face
the nurture and the chase
of a diamond dragon's pace.
The searcher and my crystal
percher.
Where am I?
I'm gliding by the land to overhead.
By the starry riverbed, and time goes ahead,
as I taste the words
I never said...
I see flower heads of lover's lies
that suffer by the frontal eye
of azure skies, who's flustered by
the boats ahead.
Who rode ahead the ocean bed
of love and lust.
My flesh is a myriad of coloured dyes.
And when I wonder
why,
I am discovered by...
What?
Truth.
And pain.
I must be going insane...
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
it was a beautiful starry night when we were both drunk, lying on the sand
you told me bout your ugly and weird fascinations
i was intently listening to your most peculiar thoughts
there were moments when we could just shut up for a minute
but feel no awkwardness at all
i can hear you breathing
and that, i think, is still the best melody I've heard so far
sometimes i'd take a quick look at your face
you looked so happy, i almost thought i was dreaming, as if everything's not real
but no, it was profoundly true. we felt infinite. that was the only time i ever felt alive.
but that was then, life happened. and i don't know where you are now.
i wonder who's lying with you on the sand now, listening intently to your most peculiar thoughts
listening closely to your inhales and exhales
sharing the most comfortable silences with you
staring at the beautiful moonlight, feeling infinite. wishing the night would never end.
he must be so lucky.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 4:41 AM UTC
She caught a glimpse of him,
her senses paused
Her heart starting beating so loud,
it muted the world.
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
i wonder if any of the same hair when we first got together is still on my head
it's a weird thought
maybe the very last centimeters
hair cuts
hair dye
remember when my ex cut my hair?
remember both times i cut my hair to my shoulders or above?
i wonder where the hair is that you first touched
several hair brushes
scattered on pillows and old sheets
washing machines
wherever i go my hair will leave
damage
breakage
fall out from stress
somewhere, right now is the old me
or breaking down in the soil
now i am so artificial
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
If I could tip toe on the edges of the universe.
I'd do it ostentatiously with a top hat and orange shoes.
If I could slide down a rainbow I'd do so in a dicky bow.
If I could walk on water, I'd play the banjo
If I could travel though time I'd drop you line 'I wish you were here'
I'd arrange a 5th dimensional candle lit dinner
If we could stay together forever and ever, I'd throw in another century just for good measure.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC