"peculiars" poems - Hello Poetry

We are all unique in many ways that all of us can see But some people are too peculiar, people like you and me We aren't like the others, we're peculiar beings of this place We're born with individual talents that no one can erase... My friends, we each have something special, but something to hide The world isn't ready for the abilities we all keep inside We are being hunted, a fate we peculiars must face Run quickly to safety into the arms of a ymbryne's embrace As you read this message, know that a hollow lurks near But remember your gift, you have nothing to fear Tread carefully and find us at the loops in any direction On the other side of our haven you will find Peculiar protection.

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Dec 10, 2014

Dec 10, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC

BJbunnyx

Peculiar Protection

We are all unique in many ways that all of us can see But some people are too peculiar, people like you and me We aren't like the others, we're peculiar beings of this place We're born with individual talents that no one can erase... My friends, we each have something special, but something to hide The world isn't ready for the abilities we all keep inside We are being hunted, a fate we peculiars must face Run quickly to safety into the arms of a ymbryne's embrace As you read this message, know that a hollow lurks near But remember your gift, you have nothing to fear Tread carefully and find us at the loops in any direction On the other side of our haven you will find Peculiar protection.

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Things usually have their own categories From the least to greatest From the first to last Categories is where someone do belong Somewhere people have the chance to start in dawn In the things they've been longing to discover Tried to think of over and over Everyone has their own No one's left alone He gave us this gift Cause he knows each of us is unique Ironic isn't it? Everyone belong in a society Though everyone's obviously an anomaly Two things is naturally mixed Cause it's easier to feel like you belong In a world full of peculiars you can get along

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Feb 23, 2015

Feb 23, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC

grim-raven

Unity in A Category

Things usually have their own categories From the least to greatest From the first to last Categories is where someone do belong Somewhere people have the chance to start in dawn In the things they've been longing to discover Tried to think of over and over Everyone has their own No one's left alone He gave us this gift Cause he knows each of us is unique Ironic isn't it? Everyone belong in a society Though everyone's obviously an anomaly Two things is naturally mixed Cause it's easier to feel like you belong In a world full of peculiars you can get along

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I am the sea. I am the clouds. And the dirt you carry within your dreams. i am the pain. i taste the blood. Even though it’s 2 o’clock in the mourning and time to go home. To the nothings and the peculiars of an emptiest life. i am the child who once painted lipstick on a pet / the grimmest hour I stood alone / i wanted to die / and now i’ve grown up without the hope of a warmer house I could call my life || i am the tea. i am the cup. Of no particular taste and i want to throw up / and it’s always the last one who calls me hon / you should get a better life. ||| :: 09-06-2018 ::

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Sep 7, 2018

Sep 7, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC

eprobles

EXOTIC DANCER

I am the sea. I am the clouds. And the dirt you carry within your dreams. i am the pain. i taste the blood. Even though it’s 2 o’clock in the mourning and time to go home. To the nothings and the peculiars of an emptiest life. i am the child who once painted lipstick on a pet / the grimmest hour I stood alone / i wanted to die / and now i’ve grown up without the hope of a warmer house I could call my life || i am the tea. i am the cup. Of no particular taste and i want to throw up / and it’s always the last one who calls me hon / you should get a better life. ||| :: 09-06-2018 ::

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the year was 20 11, and there was pretty angst, it floated and lingered in the air like cigarette smoke in the winter, of course we ignored its insistence, still the rumbling was amongst the least of the peculiars. i said, momentarily it stopped as easy as it had become, i wrenched, things were not changhing hands. we faltered again into obedience.

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Dec 27, 2016

Dec 27, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC

alan-harley-clark

Untitled

the year was 20 11, and there was pretty angst, it floated and lingered in the air like cigarette smoke in the winter, of course we ignored its insistence, still the rumbling was amongst the least of the peculiars. i said, momentarily it stopped as easy as it had become, i wrenched, things were not changhing hands. we faltered again into obedience.

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