"nonconformity" poems
I can be you, or I can be them
I can be she, or I can be him
but why be a con artist of someone else
like a shadow to my best friend, when I
can be my own person, a unique creation
created in the image of God but representin my own reflection
because I don't wanna see you, them, she, or him in the mirror
I wanna see me through my own eyes, 20/20 vision, but clearer
but the more I conform, the image of someone else draws nearer
and I begin to lose sight of myself, look back in the mirror, and see myself in the rear
a shadow to another figure, a copy of a personality
livin' out another person's dreamed out reality
copying what they think, and succumbing to conformity
but that ain't me....
what you see visually and how I appear physically
is what makes me comfortable, that's why I'm an independent, politically
I don't follow the norms and rules of what's most accepted socially
the only commandments I live by are the ones given Biblically
I ain't the best saint though, I mean I do sin every day
but the only one I wanna copy is Jesus Christ, in every possible way
on the other hand, Satan is out there,
trynna tempt me on how to act and even what words I say
he's out offering me drinks, but I reply, "I'm okay"
cause I don't care if "everyone else is doin' it"
I just live how I like to live, that's what makes me a true non-conformist
I dress how I wish and not because it's in style
I keep my hair big, I do whatever makes me smile
I'm not trynna impress you or fit into your clique
I don't give women pick-up lines and act like I'm slick
I'm me, just me, no facades, just real
and if you can't accept that, then move forward but don't steal
the things that make me special, from my poems to my appeal
so don't try to change me and keep my uniqueness concealed
I could care less about your thoughts and any of your judgements
I refuse to give your words power, I can make your points become pointless
I'm not trynna be harsh, I just love to be different
I wanna be an original and keep my vibe realistic
not a second you, but a first me, no counterfeit
I try to keep up with what God said in Matt 26
verse 41, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak
so pray not to give into temptation and stay on your feet
I encourage us to keep our standards and what makes us unique
and accept anyone else who doesn't wanna repeat
everything you say, and everything you do
sometimes it's the people that are different that come off the most true
because they're not sayin or actin' in ways that you approve
they're given you their honest opinion, you should keep them closest to you
don't conform, forget what people want you to be
just be yourself, not a copy of reality TV.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
If you want to impress me,
You have to surprise me.
You have to do
That last thing that I would ever expect you to do
And then keep doing that
Everyday.
You have to go against the norm.
You have to catch me off guard
And make me question everything I ever thought
To be true.
Yes, I might hate you for it,
But rest assured that I will be enthralled.
Hate and love are interchangeable,
Right?
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
in the hours of circulating darkness
meandering the streets of my mind
inside the walls of a staple
sadly not built in the realm of
satisfying fantasies.
believing that more remains
under the stars that house
infallible creatures determining the
lackluster era in which they
dwell cannot be all there is
in this undiscovered,
newly founded land of
gallant nonconformity
forever dancing a brilliant quiver
orbiting the undeniable
refuge devised if only
to be safe from the world for a
single day more
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 6:55 AM UTC
The simplicity of complex
The pattern of disorder
As the thin line between love and hate
Between reality and dream
Are vulnerable, corruptible
The free will is a dream
The absence of submission is a dream
A dream of spontaneity of a rational mind
Conformity seen as a synonym of happiness
Nonconformity seen as a synonym of craziness
These paradoxes of synonyms and antonyms,
Of simplicity and complexity,
Of dream and reality,
Makes life seem to be already written,
As if reality were just a story
With all this characters not living, but acting
According to rules implanted.
WE LIVE IN A CAGE WHERE DREAM IS THE ONLY ESCAPE.
The advertising of sensationalism
Or might I say:
A distraction of the cage,
A seduction for conformity,
A beam of war and poverty to keep us blind,
Drunken of sorrows of others
And to thank the Lord for what we have.
These are some of the bars of the cage
Bars to be broken with science and art and knowledge
Or as some may say: with craziness.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
I’m lost amidst the closets of curiosities,
Trapped within the fibres of a page.
Desperately humming lackluster songs of
Redemption.
Straining my eyes to see into the dark,
Scanning subconscious horizons in search
Of the rocky cove where the sun will be.
Reborn.
My fingers are bleeding from trying to grasp.
The peonies and gardenias in my skull,
Losing my grip on the garden in my mind.
Shrieking.
Obscure obscenities as the angels stand and
Stare. Nonconformity has eternally failed me.
Garden nymphs move their wooden mouths.
Whispering.
Songs of sorrow and the skies.
Constructing.
Oddly-shaped windows of eternal insignificance.
Jun 13, 2011
Jun 13, 2011 at 4:34 PM UTC
With hands steady,
Sinister Syntax
Guided me
To haughty
Nonconformity.
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
I wandered down a path
until I started to stray.
How we walked it made me laugh,
so I went the other way.
I had to step over an obstacle
as I made my way through.
At times it didn't seem possible,
that I would breakthrough.
As I watched others take the easy route,
I didn't know what to say.
I wanted to do something they couldn't do;
to do that, I couldn't stay.
So I lead myself off the trail.
I didn't care anymore.
It no longer matters if I fail.
I did something different. Something you'll remember.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
Sometimes,
words hit like bolts
of yellow and blue lightning.
Erupting from their
bottled container,
spattering bits of
charred glass
and gore of the
words that have been contained for far too long.
Reckless in their nonconformity
with what is expected,
what is,
and what needs
to be said.
When they spill
out of painted or chapped lips
like liquid fire.
Fire and lightning
that burns and singes
and electrifies
everything they touch.
Almost as painful
as the real thing.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 2:55 AM UTC
Be you! Because there is only one you! Don't be a copy of someone's reflection or a con artist of someone else, when you can be your own person, a unique creation! You shouldn't want to see them, her or him you should want to see you in the mirror. God didn't put you on this earth to be a copy of a person. People like to look like everyone else, as if it was the new trend. And faker then a barbie doll. Being my own person and actin myself makes me feel free and make me feel like I don't have to put a act on in front of people just to fit in. You can do this and that to fit in but at the end of the day you're not going to have no real friends, just people that sit in your face every day acting like there your friend when there not! Nonconformity is all about being a leader which is basically being yourself and Going against the grain, if you're not a leader then you're a follower and that wears out fast. So basically just be yourself!! #nonconformity
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
what a
hipster
oh
what a
hipster
i could be.
i've got enough
plaid shirts and
iconic sneakers
might need a few
more pairs of
skinny jeans
my coffee
consumption's
sure high enough
and i'm about as
bitter as my brew
before the sugar.
what a
hipster
oh
what a
hipster
i could be.
if i changed my
music collection
and got thicker
glasses in an attempt
to see through my
own blindness
it would be a
simple matter
to disown my
sense of self
and buy a
flower crown.
what a
hipster
oh
what a
hipster
i could be.
for now i'll
stay myself
and acknowledge
that nonconformity
the blissful irony
that i just don't try.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
From my rotting body, flowers will grow, and I will finally be beautiful.
The marigolds that will bloom will not flee and vanish from the glow of the sun
They will aspire and capture its power, ever basking in its majesty unlike all that I have done
For they are enduring and evergreen, quite a contradiction to someone always on the run
Helianthus will burgeon from my corpse in the Autumn, cordial, acquiescent and jolly
Luminous hues of gold, superiority in the form of a blooming seedling, free of worldly folly
Irresistible to butterflies and feathered creatures, who shall evermore adore the perennial dolly
Snowdrops with delicate pedicels will pepper the frost polishing over my long corroded flesh,
An impeccable ability to synthesize with the world effortlessly, so that I may at last mesh
Nevermore will I acquiesce to let the world negligently toss me about, instead the world will thresh
Irises in the spring will be next to transcend, ripe with nonconformity rooting from their eccentric peridot petals
For the world encompassing them may be wrapped in blissful ignorance, but they will forever hesitate to settle
They realize that life is for naught, putrescence is inevitable, so why even make a vain attempt to mettle
As sure as the sun will ascend, the summer will materialize, and the sun's glimmer will rage from dusk until dawn
For the world will strive on, long after I am gone, and my effulgence on the Earth is perpetually withdrawn
I am not fearful of death because in death there is ignorance and blissful uncertainty
From my rotting body, flowers will grow, and I am in them and that is eternity.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
I sit alone in this park that I’ve known for so long, and listen to bird’s songs, in the hopes my mind will grow tranquil and clam.
I await words to write, to relieve some strife, seeking merely a sliver of a slice of peace of mind. But time comes to a halt, as ghosts with a waltz, dance through my head causing dread, harboring memories from when I was young.
Still naïve and oblivious of the strenuous afflictions to come.
With thoughts collected, I reminisce these recollections, of when the world was filled with bliss, and wish that life was still like this.
When every day is an adventure to be treasured and joy is never severed, I’m care free because responsibility does not exist, within, my limited vocabulary yet.
Each day is met with set structures from a structured home, where mom and dad, still pretend they’re glad, which means I have no reason to be sad. And so, I still don’t know, what it’s like to feel alone, in a broken failing home.
Normalcy becomes conformity, complacently but blatantly forming a shell of apathy.
Because now dad yells, and the children’s eyes swell, with tears of fear, my mom’s with sheer, determination to captain this ship, stubbornly sit, amidst, these waves of irritation mixed with infidelity.
I found myself stuck in a storm, totally torn, as my joy is worn consistently down. I clown around to be sound, but a permanent frown, is brazenly embroidered into my broodingly breaking soul.
Time flew by ignored my cries to slow, and so my consciousness consented its blissfulness to turn to bitterness, my brokenness was all that I knew, and soon, it was all I could show.
Although now I’m older, still too often I smolder with rage, and both shoulders have boulders, for chips but I’ll fight fate, abate my hate, to keep my future family safe.
Safe from the games my parents played to hide their shame, of a marriage disparaged by barriers, bolstered with a selfish taint. I will sufficiently and selflessly safeguard my wife from treachery. To not neglectfully or carelessly, lead her into insanity. For bride and seed, I will succeed, to do everything my parents failed to do for me.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
they cannot contain nonconformity, they already have my soul locked up in a cellar, a speechless being with incitement and spark, removed
from the body: but as the transition approaches, so does my representation in society
I MATTER
I MATTER
I MATTER
a lifting of faith and aspiring traits, moving the crowds of martyrs amongst the claimed saints
opinionated with my provoked past, and ripped from my own voice, i regained a
spirit indescribable, far more powerful than anger: but instead, harmony and composure
I MATTER
I MATTER
(my voice counts, giving quirk and spark to the souls in awe)
YOU MATTER
YOU MATTER
black lives matter, as in the same sense
/all lives matter/
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
E. E. Cummings ‘s
deceased…
the man known for nonconformity
conformed in the most predictable way,
died
wrote volumes poemspoemspoemspoems scribblestampscrawl
Revered
all the time spent on self-publication...
I have one question to pose back, Sonny
Did it hurt when your brain popped,
Mister Cynic?
--- Sam Temple
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
DIARY OF A REBEL OUTLAW.
Today our world has been taken by the worst of humanity,
Infected by an incurable insentient of lusting man,
Those of us left are on the run of nonconformity,
hunted down to worship the material plan,
The infected are reduced to sleepwalkers with nightmares of ruin,
Puppets for the faceless that can crush worlds in the palm of their hand,
This threat destroys more than the free thinking human being,
This threat decimates the hope of our children’s children’s homeland,
My god if there is hope, hope there is god,
Hope he comes to where we stand,
Hope she leads us back from the edge of obliteration,
Hope he cuts the chains that bind our ****** hands,
Hope she drives us forward to the gates of revolution.
Hope he forgives our crimes against fellow man.
I am Jimmy.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 6:48 AM UTC
Long arm gendarme
My mistake namaste
Backpack bivouac
On the Road with Kerouac
Brilliant stars, silent nights
Fireflies, Northern Lights
Mountain streams, fresh air
Fall asleep anywhere
Small town, take a chance
Pig roast, barn dance
Allemande left! Do-si-do!
Spontaneity here we go!
Long arm gendarme
My mistake namaste
Backpack bivouac
On the Road with Kerouac
Beat Zen's hey-day
Doing things our own way
Nonconformity, anything goes
Kerouac-Ginsburg-Burroughs
Shot to pieces, picking skin
Benzedrine, adrenaline
Don't forget the Phenergan
Notify our next of kin
Long arm gendarme
My mistake namaste
Backpack bivouac
On the Road with Kerouac
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
Your Father was a good man and selflessly intelligent
Hard working,the salt of the earth
Pulled his family up by straps of his boots.
Your mother loved you only the silent way a mother can.
Petite in stature while a giant in her kindness she shares.
They settled a family to raise in the peace of a country village
Just north of a railroad town.
I see in your eyes the heart of a man who is at peace with the ones he loves.
I hear in my ears the sounds of your honest direction.
I feel in my heart the love of a man who wants only the best for me.
Please don't feel misunderstood my mentor.
Your love for the children in this world gives you away
The respect you show your elders is that of a soldier of God.
You and I walk together in understanding.
Men of your character are a rare specimen and vital to a world that turns with a atmosphere of conformity.
You have held your values and I pray to be as you are a rock and as solid as you have become.
Your unconditional love for my sister has earned a lifetime of respect.
So often your strength has held a family together, so often the father you are has given foundation to the one I have aspired to be.
We are not alone in our nonconformity you truth teller.
Your lifetime of passion has been passed down to this man.
I love you like a son Mr. Southerland thank God for bringing you into this families world.
On this Father's Day 2014
Let it be known
You have two sons.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
The mask of night surrounds me
with a cloak of anonymity
but I am nonconformity
and rip the mask right off.
designed for interaction
I type into an attraction
and the mask rips off
again.
you thought you heard me breathing
but
I was leaving you reminders as
the mask of night surrounds
me and we touch type
to the evening.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 4:34 AM UTC
Realize that there's no such thing,
then give up on resisting this nonexistent ideal of being,
then realize that by even fighting this invisible thing in the first place
that you were really just rehearsing for later-on confrontations where you'll end up either having to stand up for personality traits vaguely resembling nonconformity or joining some bandwagon whose riders are all non-admittingly terrified by traits in a person who they find to be just a bit more than vaguely disturbingly off-beat, or at the very least, too far off from their own safe and comfortable sense of normalcy to be considered worth hiring/keeping/promoting.
Do you know what I mean?
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
Syllables collect like vacant shells
on a shore of nonconformity.
Willing the thoughts now washing up
to be converged vividly.
We gaze at many horizons,
collecting upon us, are we to be
washed away...
Or will our reflections be that
which we swim within,
be that which we heed in word..
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
Bound by cords by my own hands
Head filled with books and my own fantasy land
Reticent and contracted
Every move beforehand practiced
I can't relax into the uncertainty
It's pain, it's hell
Every entering moment I cannot foretell
How do I expose the beautiful parts without exposing the scars and bruises?
No one likes those, everyone now just wants illusions.
The fact is
That I feel and miss and hurt
Like everyone
Tall grass and soil beneath me
I'm sinking
Into a fantasy
And it feels so good and it feels so wrong
Because it takes me away from reality
And I know
I got to face reality,
With both it's joys and woes
But just once more I will serenade the song of nonconformity.
Systems crumbling beneath our feet
As we speak
But my outlook is rather serene
But yours is bleak
And you ask: "What do you mean"
The world is ending
But look, you're supporting the systems
So don't act like you're against them when you are one of them
Instead of playing the blame game and pinning the problems on a group of people,
Look at yourself in the mirror
If we get rid of "those people" nothing is going to change
We need to look at ourselves first
We must change ourselves first.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
im not afraid of what i think is out there
im afraid of what i know is in me
i cant promise a peaceful outcome
when bureaucracy meets suicidal antisocial nonconformity
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC
Do you know what I not?
You penalize nonconformity.
I only ask, why?
Now I scribble for your displeasure,
to watch ignorance dance
upon the cold skin which you wear
and to wait patiently
for my verdict.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
I wear a costume
of poorly executed
ink artistry
that could barely
be called calligraphy.
Claiming to be
a culture rebel
I write poetry
to challenge
this society;
But is my nonconformity
the camouflage that
I use to protect myself
sticking out at a safe distance
so no one tries to get
to closed to me.
Am I a zoo animal
of sweet entertaining intentions
on the verge of extinction
cause no one loves
my kind of disposition?
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
The Imagine Nation
When asked where I am from
I no longer mention my country
by name because people will
soon enough realise that my
accent is the noun, not a verb.
I come from a place where
daydreams are never interrupted
by darkness because it’s a marriage
of preoccupation with nonconformity.
Curiosity gives an illusion of genius,
insight and resourcefulness are the
true collaborators of artistic invention.
Panache cannot be consumed.
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 6:51 AM UTC