"normies" poems
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oldf@gs newf@gs rolling hard
trips and dubs and even quads
but OP won't deliver
rate us, hate us, sauce pls now
in this thread we save a cat
mods, is this under 18?
the /b/etards at it yet again
but we don't talk about it
cringe us rekt us make us laugh
this thread's preventing suicide
****** racism sexism ****
we mostly rate body parts in /soc/
normies not welcome
****** alpha, femanon
is a girl? **** or ****
welcome to the internets
pics or it didn't happen
gore thread? not enough!
self-hate, ponies, rule 34 fap
the "cesspool of the internet"
is really not that bad
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
when i first laid eyes on you
you captivated me with you dark, round eyes
and your full, brilliant lips
only to speak even more brilliant things
“FeelsGoodMan”
you whispered to me
and i caressed your green skin
i saved many different versions of you
for they were all so perfect
i was there for you
and you for me
but one day
you left me
for my love was not enough
to match the attention
of millions of normies.
yet still i love you
although you left me
and maybe you weren’t my first love
probably not my last either
you are the most important.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
They say if you have to ask yourself then the answer is probably "yes"
There's such a fine line between normies and the cursed
Me? I've been on both sides
I can tell you that a heroine addict is an addict
I can tell you some people really are sick
But I still look at myself and just think "?"
My life isn't unmanageable
Sometimes I do drink too much
On occasion I do stupid things I regret in the morning
Mostly though, I'm okay
Then it happens...
A trigger
And I'm suddenly feeling out of control
My life becomes a drunken blur and I can't see clearly anymore
Then just as quickly as it started, it stops
Normie life resumes as if I had never gone away
But is it really stopping if a pattern is appearing?
If I am would I be able to admit it?
Maybe I've convinced myself to logically justify a problem
Maybe...
Or maybe I'm just young doing what young people do
Here I am back at square one again
The internal struggle that is me
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC
Reasons why
Want to climb
Himalayan mountains
To show that
Mentally ill
Are not **** happy
To show that
Emotions are normal
For a mentally ill person
To should the normies
That they themselves
Create stigma and ignorance.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
With the polar fire on;
I can catch me onto the muse of bliss.
And threads of words get slips;
with no intention of showing my ****
just to enjoy the moments’ chills.
When it spirals downwards the stairways;
Mother kinds me with lulls.
Is it necessary that I need to do this fuss?
Ain’t I became the normies lulz?!
I just lit my wills, my mind thinks;
Juices flowing on the paper has no more stirs.
But I’ve seen this to care less, cuz I know it eventually hits.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 3:46 AM UTC
I miss you immensely
your lack, is a coldness that makes
my skin lonely, it begs to be
touched, to feel warm again
But i'm not cold, i'm just bored
of the normies, they aren't like you
don't excite me, or delight me
their ideas are old, decrepit, stale
and they're stuck chasing tails
I know you share my wonder
the thrill of finding what's under
the intricate tapestry of life's majesty
the universe undone, knot by single knot
How boring are those,
who do not wonder
whose minds no more sing, and chase things
Only you know, what I mean
when I stare into the void,
and know not
if its without, or within
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 3:12 PM UTC
I am a mountain babe
They interigue me
Where the normies
Love the beach.
I am a mountain babe
Because it is in my DNA
From thousands of years
It normal for me.
I am a mountain babe
Because I want to climb them
And live amongst
Them.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
Daedalus built the maze in which I live. The beast is dead, no need to run, though the need to hide runs deep. Other creatures haunt the dark.
Lol dumb, I know.
I have this thing, which I’ve done for as long as I can remember, where I space out but I’m still looking ahead, but also within. And little me, the shy spirit hiding behind my skull stares out of the maze through a giant telescope that opens up to the world of normies and people who understand how to be social. And I’m here, far beneath my skin, unable to relate, only able to observe.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
I want to be done in the way that isn't final
Maybe just be in a coma for like
Three years
And not have to worry about anything
Or see anyone
Or go anywhere
People get exhausting
Work piles up
Money becomes not worth it
Emptiness make you wanna give up
Drowning in homework
Or your own blood
A constant headache
A steady job
I feel like I'm withering away
Even though I'm so young
And I really shouldn't complain
My life is pretty okay
But the more friends I make
The more tired I get
The more they wanna talk
The less I do
And I can feel myself pushing away
Because they're "normies"
They'd never understand
And I'm trying to plan my whole life out in front of me
Even though obstacles keep delaying me
And people keep disappointing me
I have to remember
Again
And again
The world doesn't revolve around me
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC