"abnormalities" poems
Black surges, forges piling emotion,
Foraging, attaining such predicted erosion.
Color the rubies to a diluted amber,
Brittle, dripped gems are toxic, I clamber
To the lamp as to see my implicit devotion.
Vitals ascend, and I can't perceive
This motionless forfeit I often receive.
Aid is essential, it holds potential,
To cure this conflicted, addicted vessel.
My heart on my sleeve, I'm undeceived.
I implore to explore, as breath, I leave,
So close to dying, I'm on the eve
Of darker clothing, and flowers to family,
Hallucinate my abnormalities.
Yet somehow, I am still on my feet-
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
Albert had an ARTHRITIC knee
which gave him curry
The core of a BOIL is oft hard
to extract
Yesterday June experienced
a server stomach CRAMP
Too much dry weather
can cause the outer DERMAL layer to peel
Never read in a poorly lit room
for you'll have EYE strain
After eating spicy pickles
dad had bad FLATULENCE
Some twenty eight years ago
my friend Helen had her GALLBLADDER removed
They say that a glass of water
will stop HICCUPS
From end to end
our INTESTINAL tract is thirty foot long
On Sunday afternoon John
broke his JAW playing football
Some people have
very boney KNUCKLES
One of my work colleagues
is prone to getting LARYNGITIS
Colin suffers terribly
with MIGRAINE headaches
Sometimes people tend
to endlessly NAVAL gaze
A woman's OVARIES need to be checked
on a regular basis for any abnormalities
The PANCREAS secrets a hormone
known as insulin
QUININE once was extensively used
in the treatment of Malaria
Since my sister has put on weight
she cannot find her RIBS
The STIRRUP bone lies
within one's ear
Dan Aykroyd the famous comic star
has webbed TOES
Should you bump your ULNA bone
it may give you reason to groan
The VARICOSE VEINS is great aunt Ruby's legs
were very pronounced
Does anyone know of a good remedy
for unsightly WARTS
At our local hospital
we have an antiquated X-RAY machine
As tiredness and weariness sets in
one YAWNS quite a lot
****** ZOSTER can make
a person constantly itch
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
How is life on lsd?
Well come on this trip with me.
Drugs are bad kids, they open your mind.
They allow you to reason, and see through the lies,
Losing reality, achieving duality,
The effects might be harsh, cause abnormalities.
Seeing your world and life differently,
Flowing through your brain so quick so swiftly.
When your eyes dilate, you no longer procrastinate
You get to pick between reality and your inner state.
Seeing that the small things are what matter,
Satisfying our thirst, for knowledge over matter.
Because on drugs you might enjoy walking,
You might enjoy smelling the grass or even talking
Expressing your mind, reasoning a thought,
And not being a cynics narcissist while you internally rot.
The experience on it impairs your mind,
And may leave you always behind
Behind with love, adventure, and discovery
Instead of hate, restrictions and agony.
But drugs are bad kids don’t take my advice,
the commoner lowlifes like us will someday pay the price.
The price of thinking differently, and enjoying life,
Walk this amazing world, with no need for strife.
Drugs impair your mind kids they do,
but what happens during them only chances what’s inside of you…
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
Different;
You heard me,
that's what i'll always be.
Maybe not to my eyes,
but to yours they will see.
Different is the word to describe
the abnormalities in ones self of
individuality.
I' am different because your music taste is awful,
but who am I to judge ones flavor in artistry.
You **** me in and blow me out like a dragons fire.
I' am the girl who you never thought you'd heard.
Different is what they call me, and in some other terms
just a freak in disguise.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 1:37 AM UTC
Theres a circle cycle of sides to the self of me
Standing in the middle surveying my surroundings
Noting each application and the consequences that apply
Maybe I'm simply a hedonist
Weighting for worn out pleasure centers to take a flame
Or an optimistic pessimist
Citing my self for the blame
My humanistic approach has lost appeal
Defying my superego
And hierarchy of needs reel
Stuck in Erickson stages
A psychodynamic underground war rages
There's a linear graph
Self sided to me
Maybe I'm projecting all my insecurities
And taking my abnormalities
Out on maladaptive poetry
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
A lame boy; they say I be
Low-pitched guy?; yee' that's me
been a lame boy since I was three
Dull and placid; unsatisfactory
been a quiet boy; since I was born
Psychopathic; and somewhat tough
Sail your ship up-north; I go offshore
A prodigal son;...
left by his mum; at the age of four
Sometime I'm cool; sometimes I'm warm
Father wasn't sure; if I was sane or not
Thought my abnormalities; equals 'dull
So he left Up-North where he'd be bother-not
Father's gone; mum's living rough
Doing enough stuff to rid the boy off.....
the black hole living in the boy's thought
Cos' everyone gets lost; crossing the boy's port
Afterward; I was left in this dungeon
Life raised me to this lame strong boy
A lame boy; raised by rain of dirt
All he's ever taste was the opposite of joy
This lame boy will soon find joy
I'm lame for sure; but my feet are strong
My mind find words when my hands are bored
My heart finds love when my head's at fault
When you bring me stress; I'm turning blind
Cos' this lame boy seems to find
Peace in the loneliness of his mind
Seeing the path ahead and behind
This lame boy is ****** enshrined
Prodigal and divine; a boy you can't confine
Cos' money or ******* doesn't define
his mentality and the way he grind
I'm that lame boy; that you hiss and judge
For my writability and use of words
While you nuisance spew sh*t and sort
I do my lame stuff; Yea; I sit and jot...
And then I pour.....; my state of mind; in a distinctive thought
Well; I'm a lame boy; I only look upfront
I don't care if my root; is clean or not
Don't mind if my boot is filled with mud
Only focus on my dreams and things I sought
I'm a lame boy; I've seen the sea and shore
Crawled this earth from south to North
Been in this world before 94
Before Abacha ruin the course; of this Nation more
Lame boy this; lame boy that
'Lame boy 's shit'; 'lame boy 's bad'
"He's lame and dull; he can't attack"
"too rough and poor; he's not my type"
Well; this lame boy doesn't care 'bout
Words from your lilly-filthy mouth
Cos' this lame boy is now an OG; yes!
An Original Gent; who is God-blessed
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 2:04 PM UTC
Set aside the formalities
Put behind your brutalities
Forget about the finalities
Throw away all moralities
Come hide from your realities
Forgive me for my irrationalities
I plea not for practicalities
I know of the abnormalities
Do you know of the totalities
Just listen to the modalities
It's becoming a lethality
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC
I crave the road
All I want is to feel the steering wheel in my grasp,
and smell the gasoline in the air
This town is not my home
Do I even know the definition,
of the word belonging?
Take me to the city of freaks,
where my abnormalities will be embraced
The desire is greatest as we speak,
and you tell me that you taste the road in my name
I want to get away,
and go taste the strawberries in your mouth
Circumstances leave me trapped here,
my bitter tongue cannot yet taste the dusty road
It's just so hard to stay still
when the tip of my tongue can taste my true home
I want to hit the road
Only ten hours away from your arms (my home)
Only five hundred miles from your mouth
(the taste of home my tongue desire)
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
Motionlessly sitting
Quietly thinking
Head rested on my desk
I put my fears to the test
No thoughts come to me
Compelling advisers look at me
Try not to stare,
Look down and play with my hair.
I burp subliminally.
I smell blood
and coiled in it
was half of my soul.
I grasp to it,
hope I don't breed,
not that anyone will take
any interest in me.
Suffer the abnormalities
of the world so far behind.
Contrary to popular belief,
I was no one special.
So walk for disaster,
smile slyly for ever and after.
No one could be a more
perfect match
than me and your mother.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 4:51 AM UTC
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
GOD THE DEVIL AND BOB
today, bob was trying to help 3 people who looks up and around
and the first man tom’s case, it was the fascination with neon lights
this made his head spin around and around, and it wasn’t the usual
headspinning that every adult faces from time to time, it was psychotic
this really bugged tom, and bob said, could this be god annoying you
and tom said, dunno mate and went away singing
god is the devil and the devil is the force moving my head cosmically
god is the devil and the devil is the force moving my head cosmically
god is the devil and the devil is the force moving my head cosmically
GOD THE DEVIL AND BOB WHO IS THE FORCE
The 2nd bloke was harry and when he looked up, it was more weird than tom’s
you see he would look up at the sky saying, take me now, almighty GOD
and bob said have you thought about being positive rather than talking about death
and harry said, shut up, life isn’t working for me, how i would hope, so shut up
if you tell me to live my fucken life, I CAN’T STAND YA
and harry went away singing
god is the devil and death sounds nice
god is the devil and death sounds nice
god is the devil and death sounds nice
GOD THE DEVIL AND THE MIGHTY DEATH TONES
and our final bloke was brian, who was told, he has a looking up disorder, which was so queer
he could have a brain tumor, and brian’s mate suggested that brian goes to have a brainscan
to see if there is any abnormalities in his brain , which could be causing the look ups
and like tom, it was a fascination with neon signs, brian wanted a medication to get rid of the look ups
so he can PARTY, and get rid of this crazy person lookup disorder and bob said it could be the buddhist
god (buddha)or it could be athena working on brian’s brain, it could be the dreaded force, where you are forced
to show abnormalities in the brain, brian went away saying perhaps that is true, and sang
god is the devil and the devil is the look ups
god is the devil and the devil is the look ups
god is the devil and the devil is the look ups
god the devil, and bob,
the almighty bob delahunty
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
Cinnamon sonogram
Detect the abnormalities too late.
Morning after birth of
a placebo placenta.
Irrigate the porcelain
of a lost labor laboratory.
Love found not within the arms of
the golem grasping for straws.
-
Wailing a harmony of blue and red.
Pumping panacea.
Steady the pace, you hotheads
with elegant electric veins.
On Monday she sung so sweetly and
whispered her prophet tales.
Saturday appeared as an echoing,
hollow and halfhearted hymn.
-
They retreat in rebellion;
lapping at salt laced lacerations.
Rye, grain, roots, and grapes
for the Baroness of the Barrens.
Weeping waters leads to the
sleeping daughters that dangle
their threats like fishing hooks
off of the edge of a world so flat.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
Would you say my words express possible realities
Resulting in different mentalities ?
Or
Are they just written/verbal fallacies
Resulting in abnormalities of letters and words hoping to avoid any literary casualties?
How about both
Sadly, here you can only read it,
So you don't hear it, you just see it, but it's something I'd love for your ears to meet with
Nothing really can compete
With vocal manipulation of speech or how certain pronunciations can proceed
Living through a zub-zero temperature year is what it took for me to be able to reel in my minds cable and see clear
Avoiding a fatal crash I quickly grabbed the wheel to steer
Away from hitting a metaphorical deer
It's not a black cloud that hovers above me
It's god and the devil playing rugby
Every time I try to watch they just stare back and mean mug me
Two opposing forces going head to head?
More like a sorcerer and a sorceress sharing a bed
How many times can a bee sting if it's already stung?
None, it has a single stinger that's the only one
After that, the songs been sung and that bees life is done...
An answer to a question avoiding any deception just so you can understand the expression and find your own reflection
-J.A.M
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
Watching as all of daylight dies,
a gentle smile hiding a ****** knife,
come and look upon the lord of the flies.
Everyone fell deaf to the hundreds of cries,
the vast oceans filled with turmoil and strife,
watching as all of daylight dies.
A tender kiss for you who spreads rabies,
you who keeps the dead children safe,
come and look upon the lord of the flies.
We celebrate your clear abnormalities,
you who relished burning down that café,
watching as all of daylight dies.
Why should we care for a family of nobodies?
Who received an early trip to the afterlife,
come look upon the lord of the flies.
We watch you, casting away tragedies,
smiling at how you, the simple farmwife,
watching as all of daylight dies.
Come and look upon the lord of the flies.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 9:17 AM UTC
an item of importance
has just come to hand
so listen to the article
which is on the news stands
preventative health message
maybe of some use to all
paying attention
to your private parts
is the call
the ******* and the prostate gland
require a little investigation
every now and then
to ensure that they are
in good working order
for all you ladies and gentlemen
regular
*****
and
prostate
examinations
detected
abnormalities
which
are
abominations
pick
up
the
telephone
and
make
an
appointment
with
your
family
GP
if
you
discover
anything
that
isn't
quite
as
it
should
be
early detection of cancer cells
may mean a longer life
putting off an examination
may shorten your life
the ******* and prostate gland
need you to take care of them
heed
the
call
all
you
ladies
and
gentlemen
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
Camille is purple
tensing her body
feeling lonely
not lonely
enough
to call anyone
all calls are dry mouthed
and stained ***** red
apothic red if you
want her to be
exact although
unnatural
she writes
drunk
and never edits
the words tumble out
of her like kids who learn
gymnastics at a young age
and laugh at her for plugging
her nose when jumping into the
foam pit, so unnatural
Marilyn talks to her and she
feels a little less lonely, and
a little more comfortable in
her abnormalities as she sips
at her glass before chugging
the rest of the bottle while
pondering another until
she realizes that it's no
good for her rethinks
and decides it's a
yes
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
I do not write my poems,
My poems write me
these boundaries of my body these fingertip extremities are not quills and this liquid velvet this lifeless blood is not raven-colored ink, rather my skin is pages and pages of palpable pulp,
deacrinated tentacle tree branches and fiberless roots convulse and my metal mind seizes sadness and manufactures paper out of the trees growing inside of me
Titanium oxide is extracted from my black eyes while wax drips off of my eyelashes into liquid pools of ebony
My mistake of a mind imprisons abjection and mass-produces ink out of the elements of my soul’s curtain-drawn windows
words and words and words and words fill the spaces between the pores where my hair follicles protrude
Diction dilemmas dip their quills into my eyelids and peirce my forehead until I am scarred by POETRY
Asphyxiating abnormalities write themselves into existence and reproduce in my skull, the fissures of my brain are their nests
Seven hundred million two dimensional letters float into my blood and disperse and and feed on these crimson channels and converge to form three dimensional words to form still increasingly multidimensional sentences and stanzas and POEMS until I am a library of impossible holes in existence, an impossible amount of existence.
I do not write my poems into existence
My poems are my existence.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
noun
the sampling of amniotic fluid using a hollow needle inserted into the ****** to screen for developmental abnormalities in a fetus.
...
Not everything about you
is on that little screen;
not in your number of chromosomes,
not in your misshapen genes.
Yet everyone talks about you,
as if they know you:
"impaired cognitive abilities"...
"50% chance of being stillborn"...
"impacts the family unit"...
Your life and capacity for love
will never be defined by your DNA,
but rather by your smile and
your laughter and
your heart
and
and
and
...
In short, my love,
you cannot be defined by what is missing
but rather by what you can
and will be when you arrive
in all your humanity
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC
I hate your movement, your tainted, remorseful, inhuman, abnormalities.
hemorrhage your finances on useless entities, such as a mind altering beverage, more than one, or please go on and drink yourself to death. I was almost so accurately close to the unconscious mind you engage in every 12 hours, but loosely, abruptly, and significantly, it was what humanity refers to as a “failed task”. To you things are practical, so spur of the moment, our impulses we had frequently left us in dismal. Ever on occasions, if I ever. Finding a soul doppel-ganged to yours, carbon copied, manufactured, identical traits, perfectly matched in sequence of personal qualities making me sink as far down as gravity could pull my main pumping ***** of course this is all anatomy. I laugh, although I should be rather pessimistic about that morning dawn, fogged, winter dawn. But what exactly is a joke without a punchline? A cell with no nucleus? a god **** house with no support beams? A band with no drums to keep everything counting, to keep everything in time? These things may no be able to survive without base, and you can find humor in everything life possesses, even after disaster. According to the most profound term of worship, the most known masked replica of “religion”, according to, this representative is god, the joke master. Look at your mentally impaired, speaking on a more serious level of course, I think things would ride smoothly if I had been blessed with autism. You see that type of mind state can put others at ease, they think so shrewdly that I feel sorry for them rather than the mental impaired. TO be gifted, to not give 12 ***** about media, politics, war, economy, and common global uproars. Thus if they do they know more than the presidential campaign combined into one single universal atom. What I’m getting at is are they the joke or are we?
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 4:35 PM UTC
If I had four feet,
I doubt I'd do much better.
I could run so much faster,
I could balance so much steadier.
But I wouldn't.
If I had three hands,
I doubt I'd do much better.
I could type so much faster,
I could play so much better.
But I wouldn't.
If I had two heads,
I doubt I'd do much better.
I could see so much more,
More of the world I could explore.
But I wouldn't.
I'd just be stuck
Get me out of this warped body
I would scream
Give me a life of normalcy I would plead
Just take away my abnormalities
Until the world
Seemed less unfair
Rid me of this shame
I don't want to play this game.
I would never stop to see
The rainbow that could be
I'd be the devils work
And nobody would be able to convince me otherwise
So if I had one body,
I guess it would still be the same.
Even though I could have two eyes
My body would still be my demise.
I'd have one body,
And along with it I'd get a mind
That would have it's own ideas
And would forever bring me tears.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
There was once a King and Queen of both abnormalities who struck fear in each other's eyes! This was certainly a pleasurable experience and outcome for them both. Simply because they both didn't know what one or the other's personal mere "abnormality" was even about. Nor, what it even was... Because whatever one or the other had (prematurely on both each other's awareness's from never knowing of the actual "truer" whereabouts) on simply acknowledging the other's efforts were in fact...futile! This very futile fact is what made knowing of the other constantly "infatuated" with one another! (And what secretly lead into the marriage as both "a king and queen of both abnormalities"!) Because one day for the very first time (in like)...FOREVER.... They both came to actually appreciate one another's abnormalities as a mere blessing...then an actual curse. Which was what they both (respectfully between one another) once thought since the very beginning. Completely oblivious to essentially not knowing that there was a very hidden "blessing in disguise" in the form of a pure miracle! Just waiting to be "blossomed" for ALL too see fit!
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
I want to be unapologetic
Yet, I continue to apologize
For every difference that they see
Increases the need to compromise
From what I wear to how I sleep
Or what is deemed a healthy size
From then on, I understood
That I lived only to be described
I apologize again for my differences
Next time, I will improve my disguise
For the sake of your own comfort
I will keep putting aside mine
I look up to their condescending stares
They will never be satisfied
I escape into my solitude
I am not something for you to define
I am tired of advocating for myself
Without the support of family ties
Finding more hate in my own growth
As though I live to be ostracized
My attempts to calm my abnormalities
In order to sooth those who penalize
To make room for all of their expectations
To create another profitable merchandise
They have taught me to pursue
A personality so idealized
While they heavily persuade me
To carve a body to sexualize
Only to be rewarded with a life
Where I am only patronized
Filled with the inequalities
That are completely normalized
I retreat into my inner world
The place where I fanaticize
Of a space where I can breathe
With the encouragement to try
I am not broken, just discouraged
Of those who antagonize
Minorities and their differences
Who then live demoralized
I don't want to be given a role
With a life script to memorize
Or submit myself to a narrative
That can easily be summarized
Do not confide me to a label
Just so you can stigmatized
Those labels are not my name
I deserved to be recognized
I do not wish to be put on a pedestal
As another icon to be advertised
I only wish for your understanding
Just enough to be humanized
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
I am putrid in all forms
Layers of disgust and angst,
I back out on any occasion; and yet,
I feel enjoyment behind the vex
Nevertheless, it is natural to blame the suspect,
While I blame the victim, whose sin is odious
The foul causalities, abnormalities,
Are part of a play by the master of puppets,
We dance around in the shadow they cast,
It was nice until it lasted, until love evaded,
I became apathetic and prone,
Until I became rotten, behind the phone.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
where are my ugly people?
shuffling with holed shoes,
defunct ****** organs,
crossed eyes.
those whose strides echo their
genetic abnormalities,
a leg an inch longer than the other (like me),
arms fat with blood,
skin resplendent with eczema
boils on eyelids,
dilated pupils,
escaping from the mirror with
horse tranquilizer
and enough ***** to sink
the state of California.
where are my ugly people,
too long under the delusion of
"finding inner beauty"
by the pretty ones;
straight teeth,
combed and styled hair,
brown and ivory skinned
drowning the streets with their
cackling and condescension.
we should scar their faces
with buckshot,
carve those empty smiles across
their high cheekbones
to be an omnipresent companion.
show them a bit of our own
benevolence;
where are my ugly people
like me?
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
Broken Pieces and Broken Bones
Blood of red and blood of gold
I've been born from wars and wars
And found a home of peace and cold
I am suppressed but not oppressed
Dressed to Impress
Put on a pedestal
Yes, since I have fallen
Much like the ancestors before myself
My name is S.A.R.A
4 letters that I have not yet to live up to
It reminds me of my mother as she opens up her arms
Reminds me of my father as he tries to be stern
2 vowels, 2 consonants
2 different sides
That you have not yet heard
So please, don't only judge me on one.
Broken pieces and Broken bones
Betraying my heart and lungs my
Brain cannot think my
Body will not move I am
Beside myself in grief and
Behind myself in hope I
Believe I can take one last
Breath
Before I
Bow down in defeat
I think what I'm trying to say is
I am someone I should appreciate
Be happy to be
I am my nationality
Made of my experiences
And all of my abnormalities
You will never know the full extent of
My inexperienced life
Because you did what I asked to
Please not do
And Judged.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC