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LeBobbe Jul 2017
Normal isn't normal.
According to my daily journal.
For each unique day is abnormal
For being anomalously usual.

Boring isn't boring
It will get you thinking,
To get you to do something exciting,
and exciting is nowhere near boring.

Normal is boring.
For each usual day got me nothing.
Only to get me thinking till evening,
Then I write on my journal a short shift of something.

Boring is normal.
For everything can be sequential.
Meaning any complexcity can be simple.
But it might not be understood by any mortal.

Therefore, Normal is boring,
And Boring is normal.
But Boring isn't boring.
And Normal isn't normal.

In other words, Normal and Boring are enticing,
By Normal being abnormal,
and Boring being exciting.
I will now write this on my daily journal.
A friend and I had a conversation and discussing about Normality and what it means to be bored.
This is the product of that.
Sister of Curly... Kudos to you!
Madison A May 2013
I want to live
above time.
I want to live
without reason and without expectation.
I want no standards or plans.
I want to live
anomalously.
I want to forget the past
and forget the future.
I want to discover.
Not land, not equations,
not anything of the sort.
I want to discover me.
I want to discover the unknown.
I want to discover you.
FML
Just like the firefly
who was enthralled by the flames
I was undoubtedly drawn to you
Without any second thoughts
You were my favorite kind of escape
The one I sought for endlessly
But you were poison in my veins
You made me do things
heaven would never approve of
and you knew the consequences
So you decided to leave me to die
With the flattery of your words
As you anomalously walk away
From me and my shadows
and I continue to ask myself
Over and over until I fall asleep
Why did you have to go?
Shameen Feb 2019
She
In my memory, she smells like ancient mistletoe and nostalgia of the flight of last fluff parting with its dandelion. She's everything that's anomalously beautiful.
Travis Green May 2020
I found the most beautiful songs
in your mansion as I navigated
through your brilliant escape,
my hands moving across your dark beard
and mustache, touching your elegantly
straight nose, anomalously youthful cheeks,
smooth and **** lips, sinking in your thrilling
swagger, hazel eyes I could get lost inside
of and run with the wind until the end of time.

To be your one and only, enclosed in your masterpiece,
laying on your beautiful chests, thinking how
lucky I am to have the most wondrous man
by my side, a one of a kind, a treasure of mine,
someone to love and call home, a vessel of love
in paradise, filled with heavenly poetry and passion,
rich valley’s growing in the sunlight, an endless sky
on sight, so shimmery and sweet, a sea of delicious
dreams, making me want to embrace his flesh even more.

— The End —