Misfit
Misprint
I was made completely wrong
I don’t fit the standards
Size or personality wise
I’m wider than average
And less than funny
My personality is strange
My chest is larger than typical range
I can be witty at times
But those are as rare as my rhymes
I’m unloved by most
Angry and angsty even at my best
I love sleep quite a lot
Though it never sets my soul at rest
I’m bursting at the seams within
With dreams of things far out of reach
Craving attention
But not accepting what I get
Always wanting more
But I am told I deserve less
Never good enough for society
But never given a reason why

Mislabeled
*just like everything else

My mind needs
needs to get high
high off the ground
ground floor to the roof door
roof door to the ledge
ledge looking down
down falling wind rush
rushes past me as I fly
fly far away
away to a better day
day where I was happy
happy and free

And they say a rotten apple can ruin the bunch.....
But I love my rotten counter parts...
I'll do anything to keep them fresh...
but they say Im not like them...
so im labled as rotten...
Because Im a little stand offish...
She penatrates those who are closest...
and out jumps the little worm...
biting through like little *****...
Until the idea is planted at the core...
so I'm seen rotten by more...
Cuz I rather not stand so close anymore...
she draws the bunch to look more like her...
and less like me...
and my johnny apple deeds...
go unseen thanks to her **** rotten seeds...
Claim that Im the one whos phoney...
this is what she preach...
clinging to my homie...
but claim she taste like a peach...
And all of a sudden Im the forrbiden furit...
An apple says eve...
from a tree that has no root...
and they all spoiled truly start to believe...
That me the red apple should be left up on the tree...
Because I have spoiled her and for that she now has envy....

THE PARTY AT PRINCE REGENT HOTEL FOR NEW YEARS


YA SEE WE PARTIED AT PRINCE REGENT HOTEL

ON NEW YEARS EVE, OH YEAH THAT SOUND SWEET

YA SEE THE CHEF HAD A BIG FRY UP WITH LEFT OVER SNAGS AND STEAKS

UEAH THAT SOUNDS SO COOL

AND ALL THE MEN SAT IN THE CORNER, DUDE

SAYING TOO EACH OTHER, WHAT A FINE COLLECTION OF *****

AND ONE FATHER GAVE HISW 8 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER SCOTCH AND COKE

AND DESPITE THE HOTEL STAFF HATING IN, THEIR HANDS WERE TIED

GREG LIKED THAT INTEGRITY, OH YEAH, DUDES, THOUGHT IT WAS RAD

CAUSE GREG WASN’T GOING TO BE LABLED A PARTY POOPER

IN EVERY STRETCH OF THE IMAGINATION

GREG DECIDED TO LAY LOW FOR A WHILE, SO HE GOT DRESSED UP AS THE NEW YEAR TIGER, DUDE

AND PUT ON A LITTLE SHOW FOR THE KIDS TO ENJOY THEIR NEW YEARS

GREG WAS A BIT WEIRD CAUSE HE WAS FORCING KIDS TO LISTEN TO HIM LISTEN TO HIM LISTEN TO HIM

THE KIDS WERE TIRED BUT GREG STILL FORCED THE KIDS TO LISTEN TO HIS NEW YEAR TIGER SHOW

YA SEE THIS DAY WAS START OF MY PARANORMAL VOICES YA SEE

YOU SEE ROSLYN MARRIED ME, CAUSE I WAS FORCING KIDS TO WATCH MY SHOWS

WHETHER THEY WERE TIRED OR NOT

YA SEE, WHEN I WAS YOUNG IN THIS LIFE, I HEARD VOICES OF PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT ME, BEHIND MY BACK

I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF IT AT FIRST, AND PEOPLE ARE RIBBING ME, BY SAYING SHUT UP WOOSEY

TO ME, AND NOW AS I REMEMBER, AS THE DINNER WAS OVER, JOSEPH PEANUCKLE

DECIDED TO GO TO HIS SUITE TO GET HIS FLUTE TO ENTERTAIN THE CROWD

AND THE LADIES AND MEN DANCED WITH EACH OTHER AND GREG AND THE

HOTEL STAFF WERE TALKING TO EACH OTHER, ISN’T THIS WONDERFUL

AND EACH OF US HAS 6 MILLION POUNDS EACH, AND IF EACH OF THE STAFF

PUTS IN 1 MILLION POUNDS, PRINCE REGENT HOTEL CAN GET THE COUNTRY CLUB UPGRADE

THAT IT THOROUGHLY DESERVES, AND AS THEY PARTY INTO THE NIGHT, AT 11.55 PM

GREG DRESSED UP AS THE NEW YEAR TIGER AND SANG

I AM A TIGER IN A TOP HAT

A TIGER IN A WHITE TIE

AND WE’LL PARTY ON DOWN

YA SEE, I AM A TIGER IN A TOP HAT

A TIGER IN A WHITE TIE

AND COUNT ‘EM OWN

HE REPEATED THAT TILL THE BIG COUNTDOWN

AND LED THE COUNTDOWN

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 AND YELLED OUT HAPPY NEW YEAR

AND JOSEPH PLAYED AULD LENG ZINE ON THE FLUTE

AND PLAYED OTHER SONGS ON THE FLUTE TILL 1-29 AM IN THE MORNING

ALL THE HOTEL GUESTS, ALL WENT TO BED, WHILE GREG AND THE HOUSE KEEPERS

WERE CLEANING UP AFTERWARDS, AND THIS HAPPENED EVERY YEAR OF THE

1817 TO 1819, THE 1820S THE 1830S THE 1840S

AND GREG WAS GREAT, EACH YEAR BRINGING THE NEW YEAR IN WITH A GRIN

HAPPY NEW YEAR, FROM THE OLD FASHIONED PRINCE REGENT HOTEL

AND ALL UPGRADES WERE SUCCESSFUL, MELBOURNE WERE THE TALK OF THE COUNTRY BACK THEN

HAPPY NEW YEAR

How can I make something out of nothing?

Like honestly, I was born with all I could ever ask for.

Then when I was six my dad died.

Car crash... I was in the car with him that day.

A few years later my mom died of cancer.

I held her hand as she died.

Child services tried to send me to my crazy uncle in Vermont.

I couldn't let that happen.

I ran away.

I was labled "A.W.O.L. #4."

For almost a year I survived on change I found in the streets.

I also wrote my own songs and sang thrm on the corner of a street for just dollars a day.

Until this one day...

She came to me like a dream.

I was washing my hair in a public fountain when she found me.

She was wearing white shorts and a red shirt tucked in.

Her hair was pulled back in a neat, curly ponytail.

She walked up to me and offered me her towel.

(She had just come from a day at the beach.)

I took it from her and thanked her.

She stared at me for what seemed like an hour.

I held out my hand and told her my name.

She shook it and told me hers.

She saw my tattered clothes and my ***** scars.

"Want to come over my house? I can get you some new clothes and you can stay a night if you'd like."

I couldn't decline.

I had no other better offer.

I only had 3.21$ on me and my notebook and pen.

She picked up my book and took my hand.

She took me to her house and instructed me to take a shower.

She handed me soap and a towel and shut the door on her way out.

When I got out she had layed out clothing for me and told me to meet her in the kitchen.

She cooked me an omelet with cheese and a salad on the side.

She handed me a glass of orange juice and without another word she left upstairs.

I was almost done by the time she came back down.

She had a bag in her hands.

She took out a razor and mens shaving cream.

Then she grabbed scissors and smiled at me.

She wet my hair and slicked it back.

She began to snip away at my hair.

I watched lock after lock fall down.

When she was done she dried my hair with a towel.

It was beautiful.

I thanked her.

She even shaved my face.

I felt so new and clean.

I told her I had to leave.

She asked me to stay one night because it had already began to get dark.

She took me to her room and told me to get on her bed.

I went on and she put a blanket on me.

She then layed down on the floor.

I told her to switch spots with me.

She refused so I picked her up and put her on her bed.

She told me if she had to sleep on her bed I had to sleep with her.

We woke up the next morning and her mother was standing over the bed.

It took a while for her to explain what was going on.

Her mom then called Child Protection Services and told them where I was.

A week later we went to an office that looked like it belonged in an insane asylum.

I was told to go in a waiting room.

After two hours of waiting she came back out and said, "Let's go home big brother."

She was holding yellow papers in her hand.

Adoption papers.

I had been taken in by her.

How can I thank her now?

She had saved my life.

And since then she has saved my life three other times.

I have nothing to give to her.

How can I make something out of nothing when it depends on my dear sisters' happiness?

I've been in this for too long I
don't know what has me stuck
on this song. My head keeps
on tellin me to go for it show
her that you can make it rain,
but my heart is screamin' please
please I don't know how long I can
handle your pain!

What to do, what to do?
The truth hurts but the lies
only heal this open wound.
On one hand I see pain and
strife, but on the other I see
a new happy life. I know whats
good for me and I know what its
gonna take to set me free. I just
can't do it.

You might be thinkin' "What the
hell is this ***** doin? I can feel
your pain by just readin your words.
Why stay and keep on loosin?" I'll tell
you why I stay. I'm too stupid to lead
my feelins astray. When I go for some
thin, I bring all my being into it. I hold
nothin back not willin to quit.

It may **** me in the end, but in the end
I know i was the one who tried to make
things blend. You see. I come to you
writing this poem not for a specific person.
I don't need someone jumpin to a conclusion
and turning this into a car collision.  

Time heals all, but this heart has been up and
down way to many walls...Its time to open up
a new page in this story and this chapter will
be labled Untitled.

I'm just a number on your list
Just some addition that you can brag about
No second glances or second chances
Just a number....
No more a person with a name
When reduced to double digits
No emotions nor humanity
When labled with a number
I lose my face
Forgotten; with the next addition

Knowledge enforced to follow, it hurts to turn my back
Lack of truth in its logic, proof to make it easy to swallow?
Befallen by It's calling, resented all the good intended.
Twisted Tables and a created fable, represented by eyes labled shameful. Written words cursed no better, read a recitation, with my own interpretation, ahead beams of light began to enter.

Now they're looking bitter, calling out sinner
Preparing your forthcoming, preparing you for dinner
Forget em, who's rightously judging? First stone, lies are forthcoming.
Fighting our own demons, none but you percieve em
It's this feeling, the darkness and the sickness, the weakness that inhibits the message, soul and will  conflicting at the hilltop. Vanity, the start of your calamity. It had to be that guilty feeling, draging you from your heighth of the ceiling.
Perfection is something we're all missing, lying furthers the evil that you felt. Perhaps you hate what's well and embrace the hateful, but its free will that leaves you blame full. Alone, be grateful, believe in Him on your own accord. As the race of the light takes flight I let it enter

Your mind at times, plays games unkind. Conclusions undefined, leaving its history your mystery. Grasp the signs in life, the beauty of your wife, the power in mere sight, surely you can overcome fright. We can't see the whole picture and all the painters live on the right of the sea. It's time to be who we're all destined to be, peace, love, and happiness at the center. The warm sun surrounding us with brightness in winter, let it enter.

What did the fish say to the other fish?
Its really funny
He starts with

Ill drown you in dishwater
So your last desperate breath will wreak of soap and leftovers
Die a humiliating death you ****

****, you spaced out, that joke was funny, a shame you missed it
Anyway, think of good things.
You know hard it is to sleep when you dont think good things

That ****** guy, you should have punched his teeth down his throat
That one guy way back when
You dont forget, his name will come back

Wait...I think you were supposed to have written that down
Ask them to repeat it
Oh ******* just said that weird, did anyone catch it? Can they see you second guessing the it?

I can see you doing that, honestly
Seems like something you would do
It was really embarrassing, you wouldnt be wrong if you did it

I wonder if dirt can melt?
Maybe that was the wrong way to act that one time
You still hurt, why dont you try to fix it?

Realist is the word for you
What some would call negative is truth
**** anyone who says otherwise

The revolution is almost won on this side
This battle is almost over
How many peaches do you think itd take to fill a cash register

Youre lucky that stays in here
If anyone could hear it
Youd probably be labled a huge pervert and thrown in jail

Yeah its time to shut up, its getting too loud to hear anything else
Be presentable, try to be your age, youre hurting more now k?
Try not to focus on the negative, despite what truth it may hold

You should bite your fingers off
Because its the right thing to do
Make the loud thoughts stop

Can you stop? Thats the only thing you think when you see them
Theres other things to think about honestly
Habit has a line and youre crossing it

******* **** **** ******
******* ****** ******* ****
Right now needs death, **** **** **** ****

That smell, what is that? Whose that coming from?
Fact, more or less, no thats your opinion, nah its fact
Voice it, go now, **** I sounded weird. ****.

Want, need need need no, want
Dont let someone in here
Youre nothing though

Suffering is normal, thats just how you think
You dont deserve a brain
Them, then them, then them, then then, thZZZZ, but ifZZZZZAAAAAAAZZZZZZ

ONLY ONE WAY OUT
TTTTTTTTTZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
YOU WILL WORSHIPTHEDEADZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAATTTTTTT

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Back, well, focused.
Stay away from the corners
Inside that round room

Too tired for fury
Or penance
Just hurt, begin loop

Words I can't say out loud.

Sometimes I'm over come by the urge to swollow a bottle of pills
I won't, but I want to.

I really, really like ***,
but I can't have it as much as I want,
for fear of being labled a ****.

I regret most of my decisions,
but I will never tell a soul.

I Don't want to!

Okay.

That's cool too.

Conspiracy Theories?

Peculiar, when one easily searches and finds the truth on YouTube, the enlightenment severs one’s ties to cable televisions corruption! Resulting in one being labled a conspiracy theorist!

I can’t relate to Bidens administration nor Gladimir Putin‘s administration, but I can relate to all the working-class people around the world who are struggling for a better life, no matter what colour they are!
I am for anti war only!!!

Who am I?
   There is a question always ringing in my head like bell
"Who am I?"
A question that seems impossible to answer but other people has answered it so why can't I?
"Who am I?"
Am I the type of person who is uptight or easygoing?
I'm labled  as so many things why can't I just be myself?
"Who am I?"
I like yellows
Oranges
Candy
People
I love and like so much why can't people like me?
"Who am I?"
Three words that mean so much
Three silly small words
Three words that if I saw them in a different order it would mean as much.
Why would these words mean so much to me?

Head smacked
With an abrupt thwack.
Nose aggressively shoved in the corner;
Followed by the crazed rant
Of an old school rhymer;
Unaware their current act....chant....
in the Future be court docket tabled....
Labled...
And designated a "child abuse" crime:
Breaking news at prime time

"How dare you speak to me?
Didn't your mother...
Or father teach you proper manners?
Look here, look listen! Directly into my eyes see!
So... I may know you understand clearly.
Little girls (and boys) are to be 'seen and not heard.'
You disrespectful ****."

" thwackity thwack"
A hard double hit reverberates  
(Emotionally terminates)
As a forceful chalked blue
Cue
Smacks...
Cracks...
The backside of the child's red
Pigtailed Head
(Thrusting it forward in an eight ball call shot
Designated for the left corner wall slot).

Nose banking the wall with a hard ******.
Dripping blood
(In full crimson flood),
Invading her mouth with copper waste
(Mixed in with the salty taste
Of tears falling in silent haste).
Destined to dry with a tinge of rust
and crust.

Followed by a loss of parental guidance trust.

Daring not a single peep--
In weep.
The child covers her bloodied mouth
(With trembling hands)--
Muffling emotional cries at an alarming rate--
(In a fearful state),
Dreading a forced follow foul stroke:
That a single sound could provoke.

Contemplating her prelection:
In extreme sudation.

She wondered why her mother....
Father..
Encouraged her ranting chatter
And told her that all questions matter?

Didn't they know that bubbly banter...
Chatter...
Would cause her
Disciplinary stature
(Possible nose fracture)
And a guaranteed position in the corner
(Under the care of an old timing
Rhyming....
Bitter....
Head splitting
Sitter)?
Marie Moldovan ©️ 2021

I feel so silly
So ridiculous
That I valued time
Now labled childish

I feel so alone
This night
As I toss and turn
As my mind and heart
Roughly fight

So I try to spew words
And label it a poem
But these words
Are meaningless dribble

And I'm not even tiredi

The demon who had but one to relate to,
Was labled as a monster by the one it adored,
For, envy already had consumed its heart,
An endless downward spiral,
Of uninspirational melancholy.

~ Umi

I'm shoved into a box by society.
Labled without checking my contents.
Judged without knowing my full story.
Ostrasized for not being normal, banished for trying to conform.

I don't know who I am.
Not by choice, but because of  my nature, my surroundings.
Constant movement, constant growth makes me unsure of my certainties and questioning my facts.
How can you give an answer, if you can't find the question.

I'm so fragile.
Fragmented.
Torn apart too many times to count and left alone for much too long.
Shattered by the cruel truths that fill my life.
Crushed by dreams that want to suffocate me.

Who am I??
No, the better question is where am I.
I'm trying to find the pieces of a broken Me.

Everybody's trying to be appealing
As heaven
As love
As money
As trust
As ***
Im stressed
This test
Of life
Has me
A mess

Is it selfish to long for what one needs
Id hate to be labled by lust
And greed

Am i stupid for falling in love again
It feels like it
I dont like it

I'm putting my feelings, body, soul, and words in a box labled "free" on the side of the road, where it dosen't matter if they are taken or run over.

Labled then enabled sin.  When faithful friends claim blame for him.  
     It hurts even worse when those permenant perch and observe the obsurdness and encure what he's earned.    
             I have burned them since birth and i have turned them or worse.  I then burden or i curse them so i purge them to be sure.

I have ***** envy
Im ****** i cant walk into the gas station without being cat called
God forbid i dont respond
Then im a trash ***** right
******* hear me out
Im jealous i couldnt sit outside my hotel room without almost having to pepper spray this creep...

Im even more envious that everytime i reach out for help
Im left
Labled the black sheep