"oddball" poems
Stop resenting me
For the way I shop
The things I do
To make sure
My food is fresh
I confess I feel blueberries
In my fingers
To make sure they are firm
Not too ripe
I confess I shake
Cans of spaghetti and ravioli
So that I know
The sauce is not
Congealed
I confess I pull frozen waffles
From the back of the freezer
Less likely that they thawed
And refroze into
Oddball shapes
I confess I smell trout
Before I buy it
Placing it against my nose
In the most unabashed
Way
Spare me your hate
About my consumer habits
When I know it has nothing to do with
Food
As long as I bring you warm release
In the darkness of your desires
Pull your tangled hair the way
You like
Bite your darting tongue
In mad hunger
Deep appetite
As long as I reawaken the
Woman
Primal animal hidden
Within
Turn your heat into a river
For a long passionate
Swim
As long as I attend quickly to your
Every ***** command
The craving of your ******
Insatiable
Demand
Then I can squeeze french bread
In quiet and peace
I can sniff cantaloupes
Without suffering ire
Or grief
I’ll take you tonight
In that filthy way
You like
Until then
Leave me alone
I’m shopping.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:15 AM UTC
"Boy were we wrong! We're the oddball. We're the freaks." --- Dr. Michio Kaku
We looked at trillions of those stars and knew,
that somewhere out there was another Planet Blue.
Those were not canals we saw on Mars;
optical illusions, lensed figment memoirs.
Stare into trillions, space mind overwhelms.
Rimbaud entrapped in countless ethereal realms.
Not the goal of evolution, merely happenstance,
the search for elsewhere leads a merry dance.
Planets a dime a dozen, yet no Goldilocks Zone
produces signals bearing SETI transient tones.
Birds more subtly impact our lives,
than do the aliens our universe provides.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
When you joke you sound so serious
And I never seem to get it until it’s too late
You like order and tradition
I listen to Christmas songs in July.
Our moods never seem to match
You seem to thinks that that’s just fine.
But I don’t understand.
I’m always worried, it seems,
That I’ll somehow let you down
And in doing so, I’ve succeeded.
I always do the best that I can
to look good for you
you complain, “it isn’t needed.”
You’re family only likes the ‘Normal’
Whatever that is
But I stick out like a sore thumb.
From my hair and it’s ever-changing colors,
To my jeans with their pictures and quotes,
...That are drawn on with sharpies...
and the paint stains that cover them from time to time!
Because of all of this, I worry.
Am I too weird?
Is my rainbow-like hair too odd?
Are my drawn on jeans ,
My crazy belly dancing skirts,
And pentagram necklaces,
Simply too strange?
What of my love of olives?
And how I ***** up my face when I think?
Do you not like how I spend hours on my computer,
Working on one picture (trying to make it just right)?
Or how, when I choose to color my art by hand,
I walk away with paint all over me (Even on my cheeks),
And an oddly proud grin plastered on my face?
I worry, and pace,
For days on end, at times,
Wondering if you really love me.
And when you finally see me,
The weird, colorful, oddball that I am
You smile, and kiss me,
saying "i've missed you so much!"
And I know that I worried for nothing,
That you are different from your parents,
That our beliefs live together in harmony,
That you actually like the odd faces I make when I'm thinking
and the weird colors I dye my hair,
And that you really, truly love me—
Paint stains and all.
Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 2:13 AM UTC
Sad, quiet, oddball, rude?
Maybe has a bad attitude?
Narcissist, egotistical, self-absorbed?
Or maybe just unexplored?
All introverted stereotypes, people don't understand how we live life.
Not antisocial, we hang with friends.
We just need a break, once the night ends.
Narcissistic? Now watch yourself.
We just can't handle too much, it effects mental health.
Introverts are special too.
Even though, they might be a little different than you.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
This is turning out to be a sundry thing
Oddball bowties and impurities
Fruits of our labor no, vegetables of lethargy
We are always one of a kind
Listen to our veracious lies
Once in a blue we let them out
Nobody can know, everybody will know our name
Why do I always feel bad? I know I shouldn’t feel bad
I should be grateful for the rain
It’s all upside down, but I’ll be fine
I’ll take my time, I can find a way someday
It’s all right side up, I’ve had enough
Life is rough, what can I say?
Is it weird to desire change?
The sudden urge to rearrange
To color outside the laid down lines
I’m not saying to start all over
Or to tear down and build a new
I just need something different to do
Nothing to run from, there’s nothing to run from here
I must of imagined, guess I just imagined
Apologies my darling dear
We’re all glistening, with our sweat
Let’s make a bet, the stakes are set, soaring
They’re all listening, but you’re not yet
You’re in my bed, snoring
The world will always spin, so just tell me where and when
Play it cool and lay low, give me the coordinates then we’ll go
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
I say "I'm just tired"
Because I can't tell you
I can't tell you how I just want to cry
All the time
Because sometimes I feel so hopeless
Because sometimes I feel so different
Because I'm strange and left out and rejected
I can't tell you how my heart is broken
That the most beautiful boy I've ever known doesn't want me
Because I can't tell you what I did
Because I don't want you to see the ugly inside of me
I can't tell you how I hate my body
That I nit-pick and try to perfect it every second of every day
Because I feel trapped in this physical shell
Because I just want to be beautiful
I can't tell you how ashamed and alone I feel
Because I'm different
Because I'm an oddball and I don't fit in with any of my many groups
Because I'm never good enough, never bad enough
Because I'm never enough
I can't tell you any of this
Because I don't think you really want to hear it
Because I don't want to burden you
Because I know I'm being stupid
Because I feel too insecure to tell anyone anything
Because I don't trust people anymore
Because you'll just hurt me
I can't tell you any of this
So instead I'll say,
"Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired."
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
Entanglement: First Poem of the Day
We awake simultaneously, syncopated.
Guests next door,
Can't risk love making noises at five am,
*A noisy first coffee of the day,
An oops, unintended,
Guest wake-up call.*
Nope.
So, instead,
We ear-insert our buds, white flowers,
You, to the Land of Thrones, yay,
Me, to the land, nay,
The island of my
Secret poetry life.
I'm carried there on music-waves,
A Motet For Five Voices and
Jason Mraz, Tracy Chapman, Billy Joel,
Pandora's music box escapees.
Pandora's an oddball shuffler,
Just like me.
You read/listen/sleep head-resting upon
My good arm, my cunning one,^
And I leftist type write, hunt and peck at 6:00 Am,
And tho we will not fluids exchange,
I smile at our white wires all crossed up
As metaphor for our
Heart's happy entanglement.
^ Psalm 137
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
6:15Am
June292013
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
I put conkers on my door-frame, to keep spiders at bay,
I like my bedroom messy so I don't put things away.
I wish I had a pony, but I know I wouldn't drive it,
I wish I had a bumblebee, but I've no hive to hive it.
I'm a vegetarian but I've no views on rights of chickens,
I love to read the classics but I've no views on ****** Dickens,
I own a hundred thousand scarves but never would I wear one,
I'd envy those who have tattoos, but I would never bare one.
I light candles everyday but they make me cough,
I respect those that speak in Art and understood Van Gogh,
I drink coffee everyday, but never liked it very much,
I've never had a rabbit but I own a cage and hutch.
We all do little, crazy things that no one understands,
we lose control and lose ourselves and always change our plans.
The ones they think are crazy are the ones who cause the change,
whether you love or hate them, you always know their names.
So if you're building up an army , piece by piece by piece,
please remember normal friends, you need one oddball at least!
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 7:48 PM UTC
To sit upon this wooden chair
Before this plain white wall,
May seem, to you, to be quite odd
To me it does enthrall.
I take in all the vacant space
And let my eyes caress
The symmetry and peacefulness
…And I really must confess,
The nothingness before me
Draws me in, in such a way
As I wrap myself in plain, white wall
… my mind begins to play
From that tiny smudge of blue emerge
Kaleidescopes of clay
Which carouse across the vacant space
In a most artistic way,
In small concentric circles
In a patterned, frenzied style
They fill the background with mosaic
Of a gold and reddish tile,
With rooster tails of livid green
And dancing through the scene,
A spangled hand of aqua blue
Paints off a sequined theme.,
Some dancing naked maidens
Cavort pinkly in the pool
And a flight of silver satyrs
Scamper in and act the fool.
The roaring sound of raindrops,
The rush of welling tears,
There’s the thrill of my involvement
…and then “Ping” It disappears!
My plain white wall’s in front of me,
I’m sitting on that stool.
I sneak a peak, to check and see,
If someone’s being cruel.
My sister caught me out one day,
She roared with earthy glee
And pointed her fat finger
That girl made fun of me.
It’s really a small price to pay
To be a strange oddball.
I’d rather suffer this than leave
To watch ANOTHER wall.
I sit upon this wooden chair
Before this plain white wall,
May seem, to you, to be quite odd
To me it does enthrall…..
Marshalg
Mangere Bridge
24 January 2008
Oct 20, 2009
Oct 20, 2009 at 8:43 PM UTC
i hid my face
i was a disgrace
i was the oddball
i hated the hall
you saw that i was hurt
you came and helped me
i was a crude and short
you gave me a taste of free
free of fears
free of the bully
free of conformity
free of tears
you became my brother
a quiet protector
you kept away what i hated
even if you were a lil twisted
you cared
you helped
you supported
you heard
there is no way
i could repay
all the things you did
so all i can say is thank you
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
A few years ago
I was a oddball
and it wasn't cool
to like twilight
or have your uniform
tucked into your skit
it wasn't cool
to have erasers
shaped like hello kitty
in the ninth grade
I was an oddball
but I wasn't alone
I had a friend
my best friend
and she was important
I was an oddball
and I wasn't able to notice
whispers and giggles
behind my back
I was able to notice
the loud noises at home
but I left them alone
sometimes
not often enough
I was an oddball
and my friend decided she had had enough
of being associated with that oddball
and when I needed her
she left
to another group of people
leaving me alone
and suddenly vulnerable
I noticed it then
a bit too much
the giggles in school
the loudness at home
the silence in my soul
the loss of will
you didn't shatter me
not at all
you just shattered a wall
I had built
to tell myself
that not all people were bad
maybe I would just know one
or two
but you were three
and i lost my ability to lie
to myself
and say everything was alright
because it wasn't
alright
and I couldn't lie
and the sadness
oh the sadness
was a tide
a hurricane
a tsunami
and I was lost
in a war
within myself
I waited
so long
for someone to save me
I waited
for an Edward
or a Harry
or a Dobby
anyone
anyone at all
but no one came
and I was alone
I was so alone
it was depressing
and it took me a while
to realize that I needed to be
my own light
in a world of cruelty
I had started to drown
it was difficult to swim my way out
but I did It
I became my own light
I embraced myself
and I still fight sometimes
with that darkness
the ocean of sadness
but I'm helping myself
because it's true
that in a life of metaphorical darkness
you have to be your own light
it still hurts some days
I still wonder
at 12 am
why was I not enough
because I was sincere
and that wasn't enough
I was honest, and gentle
and that wasn't enough
and I still fight sometimes
with that darkness
that ocean of sadness
but I'm helping myself
because it's true
that in a life of metaphorical darkness
you've got to be your own light
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
The street named after the Spaniard who discovered the Pacific
The drive named after the Spaniard who conquered Mexico
The lane named after the Spaniard who blessed the Americas’ first Thanksgiving
Yielded enough rubber bands from newspapers
To twine a ball
Round enough
Bouncy enough
For a good game of stickball
Until the kid tasked
With finding rubber bands
From the circle named after the Spaniard who painted pictures
An oddball among all those adventurers
And a cluster of dwellings that didn’t subscribe
To rolls of paper
Hit it into the backyard with the dog on a chain
But fear kept us on a chain
As we stood over the rock wall
Looking for a manila spot
On unwatered St. Augustine
And spotting it
Disdaining it for
The angry barks
Bared teeth of the restrained beast
Letting it wait
For an archeologist centuries hence
(Maybe even a few decades from then)
To find it and marvel
“Even back then humans played games -- or so we assume --
With round objects.”
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 3:47 PM UTC
Think for a minute
Close your eyes
Do this, escape the atmosphere of lies
When your still in the cloud of youth
There's no reason to accept the rotten truth
You could be abandoned in fear
In a filthy world unclear
If you still wonder why you were born
And your hearts just beaten and torn
Is the suffering worth it
When you drowning in ****
Believe me kid
I've been through it all
That's why I started oddball
Everything I say is nothing but true
A straight up message from me to you
When your drowning in quicksand
I'll always be there to give you a hand
Come on kid, be a little glad
I'm offering you what I never had
The only friends I had were just sittin' on the side lines
They knew I was locked in the cage
What did I see? They were holding the key
To them I was spent up like cash
Threw our friendship in the trash
Not once did I cry
The only question is "Why?"
And still as I'm up here rappin'
I don't know what the **** happened
You have to never lose hope
Sooner or later life is gonna get dope
I can assure things will only get better
In this situation, we don't ever say never
If anyone treats you any lower than what you are
Just walk away
You don't need another scar
There's **** in the past you shouldn't dwell
It'll only put you back in that cell
What's done is done
Still, you have to make room for the fun
If your only inheritance
Is the abuse from your parents
You'll be outa that **** hole soon enough
Then you can live the real life, many things await you,
a whole lotta stuff
Still frustrated with the lovers?
Don't lose hope, there's plenty others
Dude, you'll find the perfect chick
But not with that attitude
Girls, there's your guy somewhere in this world
Spread your wings out far
Just be who you are
When you start to shake
Think what your doing
It's your path to take
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 12:35 PM UTC
The stitch in mine
Is not like yours
A cut deep down
Into my soul
Am made of dust
From stars below
In shades I flourish
Deep dark I flow
At home I am
Inside my hull
Away from bias
Rubbed in salt
Away from dispute
Hatred immense
Inward I look
In my defense
Observer of time
A soul so old
Rivaling the titans
I stand so bold
Infuriating accession
From exterior advances
Yet trudging along
Onwards alone
I go
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
memories made the weathered chair rock,
eyes wide with lacklustre - empty and deep,
as old woman walks 'round the block,
returning not home until nine o'clock,
night cuddles insomnia, hardly asleep,
memories made the weathered chair rock,
finger and thumb pinch 1920s frayed frock,
local teens see only the oddball creep,
as old woman walks 'round the block,
tears flow freely when stopped at the dock,
everyday starting here, ten minutes shall weep,
memories made the weathered chair rock,
girls grin as she circles a solo hemlock,
quickly in step, stride now mostly does keep,
as old woman walks 'round the block,
inside aged house, gaze freezes in shock,
relics of past - dusty, rotten in heap,
memories made the weathered chair rock,
as old woman walks 'round the block.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
Dear My sweetie Maria,
Growing up,
isn't such a lovely cup of tea,
and girls with the grace of honey bee's,
don't always get what we hoped for,
and some may have shut the door on your corps,
but you clearly wanted more then to smell the affair in the air,
like how children always cared with every strand of hair in there body,
we say our prayers even if our minds were foggy,
Stormy weather is when I see you walking in the rain,
as if the pain will drain and you're looking to gain something too,
and if we could break threw you and your secrets,
we can help you get through all your weakness and pain.
but you've chained your life story and locked the key in your book,
and if there was a way to look I would,
I know your not understood but listen when I say,
"I'd give my happiness away any day for you to feel happy and okay,"
But Maria says "she's dying,"
though her door all I here is her crying,
and i'm fighting for this door to open up,
and Maria came out to show she didn't completely give up on herself,
but Maria isn't protecting her I'm not either,
Maria neither cares to survive or die,
Maria won't say why, or let alone goodbye,
and Maria's alive because of the pulse,
like the machine your impulse to not pull the plug,
even though they feel as worthless as bugs we **** for nothing,
because the thing about bugs,
we find them to be worthless and bugging so we pull their plugs,
Maria I don't want to pull your plug,
but Maria, you're like the bugs,
the bugs who are your friends,
but you all attend; a part in a oddball circus tightrope act.
some walked on and got claps while others fell as they failed again,
but Maria remained on the wire,
until Maria went up to higher stories in the air,
climbed a story for every story Maria never cared to tell,
Maria screamed and yelled "Are you looking up at the building?"
"I'm thinking of jumping, I'm tired of living this life,"
"I'm tired of this ******* knife, it doesn't help me,"
"I'm just tired of wanting Something,"
"I was just a girl outside, and he disgusted me,"
"he tried to drown me in this sea of lies he told and did,"
"I was a kid, I had hid this for so long thinking I did wrong,"
"I just never belonged, I'm ruined don't you see, I am worth nothing,"
"I just see nothing here, just Nothing"
"so I'm falling down here, so try and catch me, but i'm falling,"
"I Just can't see nothing,"
"here.."
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
making a playlist titled you you you
taking a pill at the **** zoo
******* fools wasted on the pavement
chasing waists on the pavement
i'm tired of these ******* games you're playing
tic tac toes on the cusp of my aortic valve
**** hippocratic oath falsifying fingerprints
i am to you, just an oddball goodfornothing sonofabitch
semi-sweet curvature of the lungs
tar-coated nail-biting feminist *****
some uppity analyzing self-righteous bore
well **** you, too, then
**** you, too
i'll do alright in the world, got some chew
that i'll spit out a rhyme with, all that hullabaloo
i am those whos, on a dead *** dandelion making wishes on elephants (such buffoons)
and finding that donkeys are nothing but mumbling tools
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
End of it all
End of it all?
The end of it all
What end of it all!?
The man had a fall!
That end of it all
The man had a fall?
What man had a fall?
The man down the hall
That man had a fall
The man down the hall?
What man down the hall?
The man down the hall
Who works at the mall
He was an oddball
The man had a fall
Down there he is sprawled
Down there he is sprawled
Down where is he sprawled?
Down where is he sprawled?
At the end of the hall
The end with the stairs
as i recall
Oh that man down the hall
He WAS an oddball
...Oh **** The man's had a fall!!!
Have the police been called?
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
Through a split lip
red foam,
froghopper froth
fizzing, haemoglobin, half-life
sitting thickly-thick,
on a paving stone.
Looking like Clinton’s cards
think human hearts
are shaped like.
But mine’s an artichoke
a watery phloem thistle core
folded in fronds and furs,
bristles of cowlick baleen,
sailing, ship-lapped bark,
darkness and birdcages.
Mine’s a rigour-mortis pill bug
potato fly, oddball, ***** slug
an ammonite, a butterfly tongue,
a bending toe curled in ecstasy.
Exponential shell chambers and septums
ending alongside everything.
And the guts of my heart
incessantly churn mechanically,
maniacally and obliviously rhythmically
Keeping me malleable
soft,
moving,
un-enveloped by beetle wings.
Just like the platelets
of my hardening spit-heart
are, blackening blood,
amber caught bugs,
clay in mud,
elliptical,
eclipsing.
Nothing
like we think it is.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
“If you grow old, it is your own fault,”
I say to Terry as we climb
the mountain behind his cabin.
Terry is wearing a device that transmits his heartbeat
by cell phone to doctors at Stanford.
Terry has a flutter, nothing serious, probably.
Terry has a great heart, actually,
something serious, warm and wise.
We ascend this hill on Tuesdays every week
discussing poetry and plumbing, our twin passions:
the gathering of mountain water funneled into pipes,
delivered to homes,
the ordering of words funneled into pages
delivered nowhere, sadly.
We discuss friends fallen or falling,
the arc of marriages, parenthood, oddball relationships,
each a story and a puzzlement,
webs woven of love and rage.
That, and motorcycles, we talk,
pacifist veterans who walk still seeking sense
of an incomprehensible war that shaped our lives.
Objectors, conscientious, we realized too late,
not an easy path but better than following orders.
We walked away from war.
He, the Air Force; I, the draft.
Branded dishonorable.
So we hike, hearts pounding,
the simple friendship of two old men
seeking the hilltop
again and again.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
We are compatible
In a world of even numbers
You are a matching oddball
Maybe even mine
I'm not ready
To give you my heart
But somewhere you'll find
I'm missing a part
You've stolen a piece of me
Not of my flesh nor bone
That little tiny portion
Has crawled inside of you
It beckons to me
Behind my ribs my heart throbs
Ranging from dull ache
To searing pain
Only am I free
When you are near
Your voice eases my troubles
In time you will see
A piece of your heart
Is inside of me
Until then
I will refrain
From calling you
Silly pet names
Goodbye My matching Oddball
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
The rare moments we spend alone,
Simply holding each other strong,
I constantly get lost in your eyes,
But being lost is where I belong.
As you pull me close to you,
And wrap your arms around me,
You slowly lean in for a kiss,
And our lips touch; my mind is set free.
Just that one sweet little smooch,
Throws my silly mind into a haze,
I never return from this land of love,
Because you never cease to amaze.
You drag me into your arms,
And touch your lips to my neck,
And quietly tell me you love me,
And give me another quick peck.
My eyelashes flutter and I'm gone,
Your love has me under a spell,
I am all yours and only yours,
Which makes me love drunk as hell.
You work your way back to my lips,
And begin to kiss me more than before,
You whisper in between kisses,
"I will love you so much more".
You take a break from my lips,
And you wrap me up arm in arm,
You hold me really close to you,
And keep me protected from all harm.
Your heart beat is tantalizing,
Again putting me in a trance,
You give me that sly little smile,
And I sense your feeling of romance.
All I can feel in this moment,
Is your love surrounding my soul,
Your warmth and love has got me,
Completely in your control.
Just being anywhere near you,
Gives me a calm and comfy feel,
You are just truly amazing,
And your love for me is surreal.
How I wish to be with you more,
Anywhere and anytime at all,
I would love to be with you always,
And never have to miss my oddball.
I love how you are so silly,
It always makes me smile,
Your love brings laughter in my life,
And I want you to stay for awhile.
Your silliness; I adore it,
Your nerdiness; completes you,
I love everything you are,
And all of my love is true.
You are everything that I need,
From your vividly ***** mind,
To your dumb sense of humor,
You're all amazingness combined.
To put it very simply,
I love you very much so,
No matter how much I'll miss you,
I'll simply never let you go!!
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
Russell, Taynon, Josh and Stephanie
Thank you for willing to be seen with me
Zack, Anthony, Lili and Max
Thank you for accepting all of the facts
Danica, Cody, Shayne and Steven
Thank you for keeping the playing field even
I know I’m forgetting so many names
So many faces and so many claims
So, to all of you who I call friend
Here is the message I’m gonna send:
You’ve all been there through thick and thin
Better friends there have never been
Stories, poems, rants and obsession
You listen and aid my mental progression
I could write this thing all day
And still I know it would not say
What you have all come to be
And what you all mean to me
And yeah I know, I’m awesome too
My being here is an honor to you
But my dear Ninja, Artist, and my Writer
My prep, my worshipper and my oddball character
You’re the ones with whom I rock out
You’re the ones who won’t let me pout
So, speaking quite seriously
I hope you don’t ever leave me.
SO! Please stand up and cheer
All of my friends here
Because if you don’t it will be quite queer…
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC
I'm in love so much in love
with my boyfriend.
His sky blue eyes, blond curls and too deep a voice makes my heart constrict in a way unimaginable.
When he sings, it's the voice of an angel.
I'm an oddball, I don't belong,
My head is filled with lyrics and dreams...
My fingers constantly draw paintings
only clear to me. And every time I strike a chord on my beloved mahogany piano, I lose myself to the sound.
My classmates avoid getting too close to me.
That's fine, I don't relate with them anyways.
Mother is a terrifying universe, so confident
reliable and unending. She builds me up and tears me down in the whim of her might.
I'm a strange bird she tells me - but in a gentle way. I think it's a good thing. She never compares me with my sister.
And I understand why. It would be unfair.
But she vows me as often as she can that I am responsible to take care of her when she
cannot.
I fly high with every stroke of my brush.
I dive low into the pits of despair when I look at the world.
So much to do...
But I believe...
I believe with my sixteen year old soul
That I will matter
Put a mark on the world
Become...
Sixteen year old me - I love you so much.
Thank you
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
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being
different
means
going
against
the school
being
free to
think
alone
though
you're
thought an
oddball fool
at least
your mind
isn't set
in stone!
for who is
foolish but
the ones
who follow
blindly
with the tide
for their end
has e'r begun
to withdraw
to run & hide
in the crowd
they are not seen
in the shelter
of conformist streams
but who of import
has ever been
who did not
stand out like a beam?
be a lighthouse!
not a candle
almost put out
and guttering
there is nothing
you can't handle
God will give you
roots & wings!
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC