"abnormal" poems
Mahal, tanda mo pa ba yung pangako ko,
Yung pangako ko na mananatili ako sa tabi mo,
Mahal, sinabi ko sayo na aalis lang ako pag sinabi mo,
Kaya kong manatili sa piling mo kahit na nasasaktan na ako.
Kahit na alam kong pampalipas oras mo lang ako nanatili parin ako,
Tanga na kung tanga pakielam ko,
Eh mahal kita,
Kahit na alam kong wala na akong pag- asa,
Kahit na alam ko na may mahal ka ng iba
Nandito pa rin ako sa tabi mo at may ngiti sa labi ko,
Hindi ko malaman kung saan ako nagkulang,
O sadyang di mo lang makita yung halaga ko,
Masakit man isipin na gwapo siya,
May makinis na mukha
Nakakahiya nga pag pinagtabi kami,
Isang tingin sakanya tao talaga,
Ako? Abnormal tingan walang wala kumpara sa kanya.
At ito pa ang mas masakit pag lagi mo siyang kwento,
Para kayong bumubuo ng mundo,
Kung saan lahat ay perpekto,
Ikaw at siya hindi nga maipagkakaila na perpekto nga,
Alam mo ba na ang saya ko noong hawak ko ang iyong kamay,
Para ako ay nasa ulap dahil sa lambot ng iyong kamay,
Ang bilis ng tibok ng puso ko para na nga akong mamatay,
Nakakahiya pa nga eh pasmado yung kamay ko,
Mas lalo akong natuwa nung di mo inagaw ang mga kamay mo na kayakap sakin,
Pero sabi nga nila lahat ng saya ay pandalian at kalakip nito ay sakit,
Simula noong nadaan natin siya,
Ang mga kamay natin na magkayakap,
Ay unti-unting nag hihiwalay ang pagkakayakap,
Feeling ko nga rebound mo ako,
Alam ko na walang tayo,
Pero base sa mga pinapakita mo ay meron talagang ikaw at ako,
Nag hahawak kamay,
Nag yayakapan,
Nag aaylabyuhan,
Kulang na nga lang maghalikan eh,
Pero lahat yun diko alam kung pangkaibigan lang o ibang level na,
Akala ko nga may pag asa ako eh,
May pag asang magkaroon ng titulong ikaw at ako,
Mga akala na magiging masaya tayo,
Ayan nanaman ako sa mga akala ko,
Puro akala akala akala pero sa huli di nmn nag katotoo,
Mahal kita,mahal kita,mahal kita yan ang paulit ulit kong gustong sabihin sayo,
Syempre sasagutin mo rin ako na mahal kita,
Ang saya saya pag lagi mo sinasabi na mahal mo rin ako,
Pero napapaisip ako kung galing ba sa puso mo ang mga salitang binitawan mo,
O napipilitan ka lang sabihin yon,
Dahil advance ako mag-isip uunahan na kita,
Mahal pasensya ka na ha,
Kung hindi ko na matutupad yung mga pangako ko,
Pangako na malapit na mapako,
Hindi ko sinabi na diko matutupad,
Pero parang papunta na,
Sana wag mo kong hayaan umalis,
Baka makita mo na lang ako nasa piling na ng iba,
Pero sabagay pano mo nga pala ako makikita kung ang mga mata mo'y laging nakatuon sa kanya,
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC
sana nandito ka para nayayakap kita,
sana nandito ka para mahagkan ka,
sana kahit kaunting oras lang makasama ka,
mapakita ko lang kung gaano ka kahalaga.
sana noon pa kita nakilala,
sana naunahan ko sya,
di ka sana nasaktan at lumuha,
sa pagtataksil at mali nyang nagawa.
sana nabuo ako ng mas maaga,
baka sakaling nakilala kita,
hindi man kita masyadong mapasaya,
pero gagawin ko ang lahat para ika'y mapaligaya.
sana hindi nalang naging komplikado,
baka sakaling maipag mamalaki mo ko,
baka masabi mo na ako talaga ang mahal mo,
walang biro at hindi nag tatago.
sana hindi nalang kita nakilala,
para hindi na tayo nahihirapang dalawa,
pero salamat parin at dumating ka,
dahil tinuruan mo kong wag magpakatanga sakanya.
sana pinigilan ko nalang nararamdaman ko sayo,
para hindi ako luluha kapag iniwan mo,
sana hindi kita pinakinggan noong nagkagulo,
edi sana ngayon malaya na tayo.
sana kung may mag babalik ng nakaraan,
mas pipiliin kong manahimik nalang,
hindi magsasalita ng tunay na nararamdaman,
para sa huli wala ng nasasaktan.
alam kong minahal mo ko ng sobra,
pero hindi mo ba naisip na mas mahal kita,
mas pipiliin kong maging masaya sila,
kaysa sa kaligayahan nating dalawa.
pero sa tuwing bibitawan na kita,
hindi mo alam kung gaano kasakit na mawalay ka,
kahit pigilan kong huwag pumatak ang mga luha,
wala akong magawa dahil kusa silang nagwawala.
sa rami ng pag subok na nalagpasan,
alam kong hindi pa iyon ang katapusan,
marami pang darating at dapat pag handaan,
ngunit di ko alam kung kaya ko pang labanan.
hindi ko alam kung naubos na ba ang luha ko sa kaiiyak,
dahil sa tuwing may problema ni isang butil walang pumapatak,
sanay na siguro ako sa relasyong ito,
panay iyak, away at gulo.
mahal kita kaya pilit kong kinakalimutan mga pangyayari,
kahit magulo, alam kong sa puso mo ako'y bawing bawi,
hindi kita iiwan ano man ang mangyari,
kung iiwan man kita asahan **** ako ay uuwi.
pagpasensyahan mo na kung abnormal ako minsan,
ganto talaga ako pero masarap mag mahal,
minsan ka ng iniwan ngunit di ka kakalimutan,
bihira ka lang makahanap ng katulad ko na mapag mahal.
alam kong masasakit ang lahat ng Sanang nasabi ko,
isip ang may gusto ngunit puso'y binabago,
sana tama ang puso kong manatili sayo,
sayo mahal ko , puso ko' y sinakop mo.
#love
#chances
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
Naranasan mo na bang magkaroon ng crush? Siyempre oo! Sino ba naman ang hindi mararanasan iyon? Sabi mga nila, abnormal saw ang walang crush.
Minsan sila ang dahilan kung bakit ka nag-aaral ng maayos. Sila ang dahilan kung bakit ka nag-aayos ng buhok, nagpupulbos, pumoporma, at marami pang iba.
Siyempre, para saan ba iyon? Para magustuhan ka o kaya ay mapansin.
Minsan mga kahit simpleng pagsasabi sa iyo ng crush mo ng "hi" ay halos mabugbog mo na iyong katabi o kaya ang kaibigan mo sa sobrang kilig.
Pero minsan, hindi mo maiwasang magselos sa mga ka-close niya.
Grabe, di ba? Kahit simpleng crush lang iyon, nagseselos ka pa rin, at minsan dumarating sa time na kailangang mag-move on kahit wala kayong relasyon.
Pero paano kapag nalaman mo na may syota pala siya? Kahit crush mo lang, siyempre masakit pa rin. Kasi umasa ka rin naman na sana magustuhan ka niya.
Bakit ka umaasa? Dahil nadala ka sa imagination mo, like magiging kayo o liligawan ka niya.
Hindi naman lahat ng imagination ay nagkakatotoo. Sabihin naging 30% pwedeng magkatotoo pero 70% pa rin ang imposible. Kaya mga sabi nila, "Expectation is the root of all heartaches."
Dapat matuto tayong kpntoplin ang sariling nararamdaman dahil hindi lahat ng gusto natin ay makukuha natin.
Ang pag-ibig ay kusang darating dahil bawat tao ay may nakalaang makakasama habangbuhay. Mga bata pa tayo para royan, Hindi pa natin kayang buhayin ang sarili natin.
May oras na dapat itabi ang mga pansarili at unahin ang makabubuti.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
My eyes are black,
My heart is cold,
self-hatred is radiating from within my soul,
the mirror reflects what i don't want to see
i hate every single aspect about me
from my abnormal eyes
to my ugly, fat thighs
see, i hate myself too
probably even more than you.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
there was a time before when I could walk
I stepped among strangers on misguided paths
on roads unnamed
remaining cracked and broken
people hid their blank faces
steps incautiously taken
but there was one abnormal stranger
he lifted his eyes above the ground
and smiled at the unfortunate raindrops
then suddenly I was falling
he held vivid color in his eyes
life in his dreams
the world was dark and bleak
yet illuminated by his love
my feet have never touched solid ground since
and they never will
remaining to search for such reason
the reason his love can be shown to only I
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
Hey everyone,
I wanted you all to know
That I went to rehab
No, not drug rehab
****** addiction rehab
Much more...I don't know,
Abnormal?
I want you to know this
Because I love you
And I don't care
What kind of **** you've been through
Or how ****** up you are
I am too
I've been close to a lot
And I'm sure if I knew your whole,
I would love you the same,
If not even more
Because vulnerability is beautiful
Wear your heart inside out
You won't scare me
And if you scare someone else, well,
Now you know who they are
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
Rhythm of life
Nails tapping on table tops
Beating of our hearts
spin the world right off its axis.
Momma shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die.
Atlas shrugged
And we all tripped as we walked
The pace of our mile,
off by 3.6 seconds.
Trust in our stated axioms
Disillusioned Americans in Paris
Judged by the color of our skins
and the shoes on our feet
No one stops to see how blue it is up there today.
Hurrying through the rain
Our cities never sleep.
Going down South
It’s slower down here.
Sunday’s best and
“God Loves You” stickers when you get your oil changed.
Night train whistle blows
Factory steam pipes squeal
Mississippi riverboats tug and chug
Dictionary.com definitions let us down.
Greatest disasters in history
are when thing we take perfectly for granted
stop working.
Mad cow, mad hatter, mad world
Bad boys, bad wine, bad date
Ellipses, dot dot dots, dramatic pause, passing of time passing of time passing of….
……..
………….
…………………….
Time.
Tw—
Twi—
Twitch. (tick tick tick)
I believe in the abnormal
And the impossible
And I refuse to believe that fictional characters aren’t real
Animals completely understand me
When I talk to them.
Baby missiles fire
From all parts of the globe
End of the world party
Let’s go down in glorious drunkenness
As the beating of our hearts
Spins the world right off its axis.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:34 AM UTC
Sitting in the local coffee shop,
Listening to coffee shop songs,
Doing work but simultaneously
Watching people.
Studying psychology,
Of the abnormal type,
Watching behaviors,
But not reflecting inward.
Sipping hot coffee,
Burning your mouth on it,
But trying not to react.
Someone across the cafe saw you; ****
Studying people,
Drinking coffee nonchalantly,
Watching behavior,
Reflect inward, ******
Reflect inward.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:48 AM UTC
When I hear the words "abusive relationship"
I think of the gruesome pictures of women
battered and bleeding
that they showed to us in health class.
They forget that not all wounds are so easily seen.
not MY relationship.
I would never fall victim to such a horrific cycle,
of emotional abuse.
Sure he screamed and called me every name in the book,
but at the end of every night he swore he loved me.
And sure he kept tabs on me at all times,
and my friendships began to fade into the background,
but he just worried, which meant he cared.
...right?
not MY relationship.
Sometimes we become so invested and fall so deeply in love,
that we become numb to the pain.
The abnormal becomes normal.
And the punishment that you so often receive,
you begin to believe is deserved.
MY relationship.
I hesitate to call it abusive,
maybe because it has such a horrifying ring to it.
Maybe it's denial.
But whatever it is,
it took me 3 years to finally break the cycle.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
twisted clown, metal chains
video games
getting old, dying life
quiet animals
water goddess, she’s a mistress
she’s abnormal
still alive, they gonna eat us… **** us
I hate it when everyone else is oh
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
The arrogance of the men and their violence
in all possible forms
– completely everyday or extraordinary,
subtle or extreme,
considered as being normal or abnormal –
depend on this, of course,
that they are either denied or justified
from the perpetrators of the violence themselves.
But also by the women in any way
glossed over, excused or forgiven,
which from childhood to the present day, in Western countries too,
has been brainwashed thoroughly,
which means: shut up, be obedient
and offer no resistance.
© Barbara-Paraprem, 2015
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
I stand a moment and gaze at my cloud of thoughts
What comes to mind is limitless;it is all sorts
The third hand seems dishonest.
For to love is a risk that one must be modest
Concealed in my heart I hide the truth of my being
I am not proud; but I am not satisfied to be fleeing
A cynical cycle, which appears with a paradox ending
One should knot their laces now than later for pending
How can I ever be such a mockery that I hesitate, but rather be called a fool
I hate to feel abnormal with friends ,when I act like a tool
I cannot release this barrier that will restrict my trust
The matter has developed as an infant where bullying was a must
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
This feeling is so abnormal for me
I'm used to 3 main emotions
Happy, Sad and Angry
This new one is frightnening
I'm not happy with you but
I'm not angry or sad either
And it's a bit scary but
I want to talk to you about it
Without screaming
or using the words "we need to talk"
Definitly not the words "I'm done"
I just want to tell you what's going on in my brain
I think your doing something wrong,
Or we are
But it isn't something I can put my finger on
Or maybe I can,
But I don't know baby
I guess I'm just upset.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
if words are food for the mind,
then here is a glimpse of mine
if words are drugs for the brain,
then here is why i'm so pained.
abandoned, abhorrent
abnormal, absent
abstract, abuse
addicted, anxious
betray, bitterly
blank, blasphemy
bloodless, breakdown
breathless, brutal
captive, casually
catastrophe, cautiously
change, cigarettes
crucial, clueless
damaged, dangerous
deadly, disastrous
disheartened, disconcerting
dramatic, dreading
eager, eccentric
ecstasy, eerie
effete, effortless
embittered, excess
faded, failure
faintly, fallacy
faltering, fatally
fearfully, finally
garbage, gawky
gibberish, gloomy
gone, goodbye
graphic, gratify
hallucinate, harshly
hazy, heartless
hectic, helpless
hesitant, hit-and-miss
idiotic, idly
ignorant, intimacy
illogical, imaginative
infatuated, intoxicated
jealousy, jittery
journey, journal
joylessly, judicial
junk, juvenile
keen, killing
knavish, knocking
knockout, knotty
knowingly, knowledge
laborious, lacking
lame, languishing
lifeless, literature
lovelorn, lugubrious
madness, maintenance
make-believe, malaise
mean, melancholic
mellow, melodramatic
naff, naivety
nameless, naturally
nauseous, nebulous
neglected, nervous
oasis, objectionable
obliged, obliterate
oblivion, obscurity
obsolete, one-and-only
pacifist, pained
pale, panicky
paradise, paralyze
passionately, passively
raging, ranting
rationalize, raving
realistic, reasonable
rebellious, reckless
saboteur, sadness
sake, sameness
sanity, satisfactory
scar, steady
taint, tangled
tasteless, tearful
telling, temperamental
terror, theoretical
unaffected, uncanny
uncommon, unconsciously
undesirable, uneasy
unfortunate, untidy
vaguely, vanish
vanity, vanquish
versatile, vicious
violence, voracious
waiting, waking
walkout, wanting
wasteful, weary
withering, wrecking
if words are food for the mind,
then you've seen a glimpse of mine
if words are drugs for the brain,
then no wonder i'm so pained.
-djs
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
(Holding fire and water together)
I don't know why the rain keeps writing the
name of Nigeria on the ground in every corner.
I don't know why we are this broken and
tortured like the fragments of the dust.
I don't know why the Dapchi girls returned yesterday while their chikbok friends are
still in captive.
I don't know why every street in Nigeria is
known with an imprint of good leaders.
I don't know why we cry yet point accusation. fingers back to ourselves, who is fooling who?
I don't know why the sun cry here with a
closed lips.
I don't know why we keep writing love stories
while our brothers and sisters perish in shame!
I don't just know why but I think you should know.
Are you not the one that collected a cup of rice, clean notes and Abrahamic lie from them?
I won't speak ill of this land again, I won't!
I won't judge any one, no, I won't for the
sake of my unborn children.
No, I won't for the sake of what happened to Dele Giwa and Saro Wiwa.
We poets are abnormal psychologically.
We paints abstraction from the abstracts creating fears that might hurt those true patriots.
My muse fell out from me yesterday night,
When my television opened to a scene of genocide.
Men on pants, women on trousers painting out the tears made for people inhabiting hell.
Their laughters and smiles were printed to be archived among themselves.
I won't speak ill of this country, no, I won't!
Because of my unborn children,
I won't!
But I will tell just one tale for them to remember
Of how monkeys carted away with our monies!
Of how Snake swallowed our currency!
Of how good our leaders are, I think you know!
I have been holding these demons in me until last night they came out horribly in fierce protest to revisit this land again.
To tell of those girls ***** under the bridge,
To ask why boys like me are named after me,
To speak against shadows of death lurking here and there.
Nigeria is grey and black, red and violent,
Retrieving this oceans of mysteries from the hidden abyss of grave corruption is the passport tabled on the pyramid top to recreate a versatile muses of a lyrics calling for a right to write our rights.
Take a walk to memory lane pass your shadow, that of your father, mother & grandmas
You will see a Nigeria in another angle trying to free herself from the grip of corruption, then, revisit her tears and struggles you will know we are the cause of our own misfortunes.!
©John Chizoba Vincent
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Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
Seeing you first thing in the morning is like looking through a kaleidoscope.
I cant really tell what I'm looking at because my vision is so blurry, but-my god is it beautiful.
I don't get to wake up to you as often as I'd like.
But when I do, I look to my left, or to my right-
depending on how much shifting I've done in the middle of the night-
and I say..
"Oh goodness, this pillow looks like her."
But then I realize that it is you.
I had just forgotten where I am because waking up to you is so abnormal.
Then-
What comes next is the wave of nerves,
and I mean WAVE OF NERVES-
that comes over me when you purse your lips-
trying not to smile back at me.
I can't help-
but to throw at you,
an endless string of generic compliments-
like-
"You are, so beautiful"
Or-
"You look so good without makeup"
But they aren't generic to me-
Because they are true.
But then I say something really ******* stupid.
Like-
"Your nails....... feel like.. nails"
Ironically-
Nails, is a word with a couple different meanings.
Like-
Fingernails.
Hammer and nails.
And like how I just nailed you.
But hey-
I put just as much time nailing you, as a man would, hammering nails into the beams of a house that he is building for his own family.
Not that you took a really long time-
Or I want to put a family inside you-
But-
You are a masterpiece.
What I'm trying to say,
Is that aside from your brilliant mental composure-
Your thousands of beautiful blurry reflective faces-
And your superb taste in men-
Example being me...
You are wonderful,
And I look forward to building more houses with you in the future.
We could have a castle with a mote.
We can have a pet dragon.
As long as I have light-
And a thousand busted mirrors in a tube-
I will be yours.
Even if the kaleidoscope doesn't see that far.
I will be yours.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
Hearts sinking
This pain no longer a threat,
Only certain tragedy.
They say, "Risk it all."
To have your heart torn apart.
Surgery. No Anesthetic.
Mission:
Find the bleeding parts.
Abnormal.
Ice.
No warmth.
You find heat.
Give away pieces.
Turn to stone.
Then repeat.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:58 PM UTC
To be quite honest this
Concept is strange to
Me I'm just
Myself but
To others my
Mind is abnormal
I ponder things other
Couldn't care less about
I understand concepts most
People ignore
And yet
I feel stupid quite often
Much of my mind is unexplored
I daren't venture into the
Cavernous chambers of
Scorn I have for myself and
Those who aren't intelligent because
Who am I to think myself
Superior to anyone?
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Walls and gates kept her away
from what she needed
but didn't want
Beds of white cotton
submerged in what she
thought she didn't feel
Dusty pens in a dusty cup
on a dusty desk
She hammered at armor
that she had been hammering at
for years
since she was a young child
binding the pieces but
secretly
looking for cracks
to break out of
Kicking *** and taking names
but throwing the names away
Ripping keys out of the
typewriter
Every fifth letter
scratched into porcelain skin
Soap stripping her of what
made her normal
But there is no normal
She was still abnormal
Trying to open herself
to let the oxygen-free blood
stain her outline
so she could be seen
for a moment
Just one moment
and then get erased by
everyone
else
like always
She wanted to fly and shine
but there were others already
shining
and flying
Sun flashing and illuminating her
skeleton
Her skin transparent while lit
by the sun
Her heartbeat
skipped
and
stopped
and faltered
She tried to lose herself in everything she could
You could say she was selfish
but
you could say she just wanted to
be found, though,
by the right person
There is no right person
because anyone can break a shell
but nobody cares enough
to see what kind
of radiance
will light up the
universe
Nobody cares
that with every
single word
she is thrown
through windshields
Shards of glass
scathing her
inside
and
out
Drowning in pristine lakes
of beautiful love and
joy
How painful to not be able
to inhale
while drowning in
pristine lakes of lovely happiness
She could feel the
currents rushing past her fingers
but couldnt hold on
But she wanted to
She wanted to
hold
on
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
If you are having sleepless nights, blame it on calcium deficiency as a key calcium channel has been identified as responsible for deep sleep, says new study.
The study also gives us a clue to understanding both normal and abnormal waking brain functions.
"It is the same brain, same neurons and similar requirements for oxygen and so on. So what is the difference between these two states?" asked Rodolfo Llinas, a professor of neuroscience at New York University School of Medicine and a Whitman Center Investigator at the Marine Biological Laboratory (MBL) in Woods Hole.
To tackle the broad question of sleep, Llinas and his colleagues focused on one crucial part of the puzzle in mice, Marine Biological Laboratory.
Calcium channels, selective gates in neuron walls, are integral in neuron firing, ensuring that all parts of the brain keep talking to one other. But during sleep, calcium channel activity is increased, keeping a slow rhythm that is different from patterns found during wakefulness.
Based on this clue, the scientists removed one type of calcium channel, Cav3.1, and looked at how the absence of that channel's activity affected mouse brain function.
This calcium channel turns out to be a key player in normal sleep. The mice without working Cav3.1 calcium channels took longer to fall asleep than normal mice, and stayed asleep for much shorter periods.
Their brain activity was also abnormal, more like normal wakefulness than sleep. Most importantly, these mice never reached deep, slow-wave sleep.
"This means that we have discovered that Cav3.1 is the channel that ultimately supports deep sleep," Llinas said.
Because these mice completely lack the ability to sleep deeply, they eventually express a syndrome similar to psychiatric disorders in humans.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/green-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/yellow-formal-dresses
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Consequences: made for learning lessons
I convert unlearned lessons
Turned to abnormal blessings
Stretching the truth to hold you
Pricked by your gorgeous daze
I bleed profusely, yet don’t turn away
The love I swore to keep
My blood tells other tales
Intoxicated from your smell
Continuing to caress your sides
Wincing in pain
Feeling as if there’s something to gain
No end to my quest in sight
Finding the rose I thought I would need
Loving the one that caused me to bleed
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
I take a deep breath to staunch
That constant clang and clatter
Be still and follow the hunch
Before it’s too late to matter
I need a quiet place
A shift in space, a change in stealth
My next breath can create
Some room to gaze at something else
Soon I must take a break
I can’t settle down or think straight
Wrestling with those demons
I know not the time or the date
Looking back looks so abnormal
Deadly games of Red Rover
Spawning pages from my journals
Replaying over and over
I know not steps to take
On pathways for planting the seed
Peace, her elusive face
Turns away whenever I plead
Time to build that Safe House
Only I have the key to the door
Where peace and bliss abounds
I meet each holy moment and soar
Seek a new vision there
And learn to think more about others
Let go my tormented memories
Seeing All-my Sisters and Brothers
I find that peaceful space
Just to release what I don’t need
Harmony-Beauty-Love
Replaces all my soul has freed
Filling up my Heart Space
As soft as a sweet baby’s kiss
Some name the feeling Grace
I feel a sense of peace and bliss
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
In my attempt to be clever and witty I have written you a poem.
For you to read and pick apart.
It will start with a catchy title that will then bring you to the opening sentence.
In my attempt to be clever and witty I have written you a poem.
If this poem catches your eye,
you will read Michelle Rose
to figure out worthiness of a follow or a like.
If this is uninteresting you won’t even bother to finish reading.
It will end with a clever remark that could be considered sarcasm,
just as the rest of the poem could have been.
You will then wonder to yourself, why did I just read that,
and what the hell is that second to last stanza supposed to mean?
Or maybe you won’t do any of this because you’re a normal person.
Did I just call you abnormal?
Sometimes I like to read in the dark too…
a clever remark that could be considered sarcasm,
Just as the rest of the poem could have been.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
She looked at her mother.
Her mother’s dead body to be more specific.
She wanted to cry and scream.
But all she could do was stare at what is in the coffin.
A body. It belonged to someone she once knew.
Her mother.
People were rushing past her.
It is a funeral after all.
Too many things to be done.
And no one really could ask her to do anything.
She was stiff as a stone.
Pretty useless anyway.
Always have been.
Never knew what the right things to do socially were.
That used to be one of the problems her mother had with her.
Her poor mother.
She gave birth to an alien.
Someone who wasn’t normal.
She looked human outside but inside her daughter could not be more different to her.
Not only to her but pretty much an alien to the whole planet.
She didn’t know how to behave or dress up in social events.
How much her mother wanted a daughter who was pretty so she can flaunt her daughter everywhere?
How much she wanted a daughter who did not always argue with her? How much she wanted a daughter who loved house chores and enjoyed shopping?
How much she wanted a child who was just like everyone else?
There were countless days her mother scolded the God.
All her mother ever wanted was a normal child.
She didn’t have the strength to handle this abnormal child who is nothing but a burden.
Fortunately, her mother does not have to worry about that anymore.
She has left this ‘burden’ to fend for herself now.
If only ‘this burden’ knew how.
Not that her mother was much of help when she was alive.
Her mother was pretty useless too.
And maybe that’s why Natalie doesn’t really feel much difference emotionally now that her mother has gone.
The only thing that bothers her is that she needs to cook and clean herself from now on.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
When I look out from the smudged and cracked windows of home,
I know there's no place quite the same as right here;
No place I could find that quite catches my ear,
And no place quite the same that can swallow my fears,
To the depths of this heated and comfortable box,
In which I am protected by numerous locks,
From intruders and bandits,
Salesmen and clerks;
I am the legal intruder,
And for me, that's what works.
Yet I'm here when, in fact, I am meant to be there;
Not far from my home,
I'm meant to be learning whats fair.
I am meant to be learning what's right and what's wrong,
Yet 6 hours of my time a day seems quite long,
To be spending on verbs, nouns and pronouns,
On algebra, fractions, and abnormal word sounds.
This life is not theirs; this life is all mine,
Such an old and used system would appear to be right,
Yet I beg to differ, as revolution now squeaks,
To push through the systems cracks and cause leaks,
In which free-thinking filters the words of the old,
Who believe themselves better, for they're trained and so bold.
When I look to society, what is it I see?
Is it a throng of a thousand people who seem to be free?
Not quite, yet at the same time, that seems quite close,
They are free in a box, in which authority is the host.
*"Civilization has to be defended against the individual,
And its regulations, institutions and commands are directed to that task."**
Quite an obvious command,
And it seems that at last,
Man is learning to embrace what they each see as free;
And it does not simply stop at being free to simply be,
It goes beyond such in mind, matter, soul, and in trust;
For it is the systems denial,
Towards which I lust.
The institutions, and nations,
Corporations, news stations,
Stateism, classism, all attempt to control,
Who I am, what I do, where I go, who I meet;
They tell me to relax, and just take a quick seat;
Yet I know what I want from life is free feet,
To be who I am,
And take all the heat.
To do what I do,
And ignore what's 'elite.'
To go where I go,
And control, as such, my feet.
To meet who I meet,
And next to them, take a seat.
I am not a name,
And I am not a number.
I am always awake in my mind,
As I slumber.
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 10:58 AM UTC