"populars" poems
I should have guessed,
The dress up parties...
Doctor doctor...
I'm not as manly as the rest...
I was born to be different,
To stand out amongst the grey
But it wasn't easy to accept,
It isn't easy to be this way
My parents still love me
My friends are still there
The hockey jocks think I'll jump them in the locker rooms...
The populars think I really care...
Every girl wants me to be their BGF and to go shopping everyday.
But honestly I'm still the nerd I was, and that's how I'm gonna stay.
But even then I'll be the pretty boy, the one that they call gay.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
It's the same dull presentation every year.
Her friends all aware.
She stands out today,
but then again,
not really.
She is of the few who remembered,
the occasion that is.
Simple black dress.
Black boots.
Poppy ablaze on her heart.
She is quiet today.
The Marlboro-huffing voice,
crackles over the P.A.,
telling students to report to the cafetorium.
She rises out of her seat,
smoothes her dress,
and straightens her poppy.
She is first to hand in the annual
"I Will Remember..."
slip of paper.
Along with her older brother's name.
Not looking back as she leaves.
Everyone files into their seats,
their bland, identical, mauve-coloured seats;
fidgeting before they even sit.
The "populars" in front of her,
texting and tweeting life away.
Insanity.
She silently studies the band, bitter as can be.
All there for extra cred, or to get out of class.
"Delinquents reading sheet music"
Printed on white, crisp new paper,
only to be forgotten about,
or thrown out tomorrow.
The anthem is played,
she loses control.
Tears tearing a path down her face.
Nothing but a scratchy wool sleeve to help;
all the while,
not without a stiff upper lip.
And as soon as it started,
the entire thing is over,
and everyone files out of their seats.
While she and a friend quietly duck into a bathroom,
seeking refuge from the common calm.
She cries.
Then quickly collects herself and walks back alone.
She enters class,
late with bloodshot eyes; daring anyone to speak.
Smeared makeup like warpaint.
Catching the eyes of her classmates,
as well as those of her teacher,
who now understands.
Though it's a silent knowing,
of course;
because nobody enjoys talking about,
nor remembering,
the day of the assembly.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
He might be going to another school
**** him, **** the school with an actual application,
He's smarter than me, for sure.
But can't we be together forever?
If I'm going to a good university on a scholarship,
Instead of a ****** cheap college, I'm going to need good grades
Where the **** am I going to get those?
My parents can't afford school funds
They spend ten grand on renovations
But now they don't have anything for our educations
Wow, thanks Mom.
I rubbed globs of Vix into the bridge of my nose this morning
It burns a bit, makes my eyes water
But it feels good
Am I suicidal because of that?
I don't think so, I don't ever want to die
I don't like pain, either, which rules out a lot of suicide methods
Unless you think Vix is super painful. I don't.
But I'm fat, stupid and ******
And if I got a %50 on a math test
The girls in my class talk about it behind my back
And laugh, even wondering
"How did she even get into eighth grade?"
My best friend told me about that, which I'm grateful for,
But I forgot to ask if she'd stood up for me.
I bet she didn't, she probably laughed with them
Because she's got a nice, cozy spot in the Populars.
Who wants to risk that?
I want to find my portable CD player
It's been missing for months,
but I'll just borrow my sisters and go for a walk.
I'll need to put on a shirt first.
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
Today I learned something maybe not everyone know.
As always I sat by myself, in the middle of the classroom, in the center of sounds.
Voices keep hitting me in the head all the time, but the meaning of the speaking sounds was nothing more than nonsense.
A group of weirdo's sat in the corner, so popular they could shine. I sat with them, too observe how the populars acts.
When I was in this bird cage, I didn't understand why people would hang with people like these. All they said made no sense. It was like some children talking.
I now know that I prefer too hang with smart losers than dumb popular folks.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
Where their is no populars their is no leader.
There is no games of beauty and fashion.
Because true beauty shines without the populars.
There is love through everyone not hate.
When there is no populars there is no jealousy.
There begins the new tomorrow without hate.
Without the populars begins a world of peace.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
our encounter
so real
I did not know
how to let
you go
away from the populars
that lint a blanket
for us, due
predestined love
you as yourself
I like me
together intimately
blossoming
battered
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
It's a life full of games,
From kicking ***** against your neighbour's walls to fixing heartbreaks and charging mobile phones,
You sit with the populars to feel less alone.
And in this game of life,
You'll sometimes have luck when you roll the dice,
But honestly just keep rolling with whatever may come, cause every blessing in itself is a prize..
You've got friends and family,
Teachers and knowledge that will actually come handy,
And you've got stars in your soul,
& a galaxy of a mind that only you control
So run! Under the summer sun
If you want danger here it comes
Oh I'm no stranger to giving up
But as I grow up,
I've started missing how it felt to be.. wildly young (!)
So i'm gonna use my voice,
As this year I'm turning 19 without a choice
Let's run... If not hand in hand,
run as fast as you can, and leave a trail for me
Oh If you can't fall in love with me
Then I hope you'll fall in love with your life at least,
Cause life's a breeze when you live like you're wildly young
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 10:55 AM UTC
Dear popularity
You think you are so clever
Like the monsters under our bed
Hiding when parents come
Denied by most adults
But the kids know the truth
We feel the pain
Because with you around
The smaller people
Are wallpapers
And the it kids
Are neon logos
Vandalized on our walls
Slowly seeping their
Poison into us
Leaving no room for
Our thoughts
Making us zombies
In our own world
What will become of them
When our walls break down
When they can't feed off us
When we give up
And the bricks crumble
What if one of us
Took off the mask
Tore off our label
Which was planted on our forehead
Without our consent
What if we defied them
And let our light shine
What would we lose
If they took everything
And we realized
Naked
there is nothing
To cover our light
But if we outshine them
Will the world become
Topsy turvy
Will the ****** follow us
Will the world revolve about
The shiniest star
Making them another
Generic mean girl
And ****
There is
No justice in power
No divine being to lead all
And not give in to the darkness
Because the one person
Who could figure out
Who would be smart enough
To take a step back
And see the wall
See our generation
Break out from
Tradition
Would be stupid
To not remember
The pain caused
By the ignorant
Populars
At least
Most are brain dead
And their thoughts only
Stretch as far as their
Appearance
Of what people
Think
But the smart ones
Befriend all
And cleverly
Use them as stepping
Stones to the top
No mercy
If we tore
Off the rotting wallpaper
We would see
All
The dark insides
Of the it kids
The hunger for
revenge in the
Outsiders
And those
Who copy
Who don't feel
Don't think
Would jump off the
Bridge happily
If everyone did
Not interested
In saving their own ***
But then there's the quiet ones
The ones who take
All the **** you throw at
Them
At me
And shape it
Into something beautiful
And when you glimpse
Our power
You befriend us
To take it
But I give it to you
Because in your hands it's ****
But in mine
I can make it gold
I can be the sun
But will I use
My power
For good?
For evil?
Whose side are you on.
Mine
Because I have enough
Self respect
To want to live
Without further
Damage
And if that means
Not being part of your group
Well so
Be it
I will live
Without you
Pulling me down
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
I'll never have the style of J.K's **** chic
Nor the grace, sass, and presence of the black she-goddess.
The blondes and skinnies and populars and poors
will never look at me with desire.
no,
I'll never be like them.
I can run and follow,
but when the swans glide across the water
I will drown.
I can chase them
squealing for approval
but when they take flight
I'll be left behind.
I'll never be beautiful,
wanted,
rich,
fabulous,
admired,
be the object of another's jealousy.
No I''ll never be them
I'll never have that life.
I'm an ugly pink pig,
but just as an ugly pink pig,
there's nothing I can do about it.
So **** it all
I'm an ugly pink Pig,
I'll grow tusks
be a nasty slobbering Boar
I'm ugly I know it
and it's time to stop crying
time to stop feeling miserable.
I'm ugly and you're gonna know it
won't be able to avoid it
I'll shove my crooked nose in your face
your eyes will play connect-the-dots with my acne
My endomorphic fat will make you glad you're not me
My scraggly hair will give you relief over your haircut
my much too big head is gonna leave you admiring
your fine-sized head in the mirror.
Go to the city friend,
go and live and be glorious,
should you need me
I'll be in the farm
hidden in the swamp
slobbering and snarling
with the company of bugs.
and there,
my friend,
my swan,
my hero,
my goddess,
there, I shall be happy.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Okay so I must confess
I'm in love with you
You should know that by now
Don't ask me how it happened
Unless you want to be confused
My voice cannot
Communicate the beauty
But the thing is
It's trapped inside
Which ***** for me, but I think I can deal
I know I'm vulnerable
But I can make it through fire and ice,
You should know that by now
I know I'm secretive,
No one knows anything about me
You should know that by now
Oh wait....
I'd love to talk to you
I know how you're struggling
Seeing it is like seeing my heart die a little bit
Which doesn't make sense
I don't even know you...
But I'd like to.
I'd give anything to be close to you
You should know that by now
Right?
But just seeing you is enough
I know you are smart
An introvert under all that confetti
Different from those Populars
I know when you look into my eyes you understand a little
I do too,
But I think you should know that by now
I have a plan
I always do
You should know that by now, Love
My plan is to ride fate
I think.
I should know this by now
I'm sure you're the only reason I'm here still
If you left this world
I couldn't make it
You should know that by now
If the world was a bucket of ***** marbles
You would be one of those few interesting ones
With black painted over
To conceal the little sun inside you
Like me
But you don't even try to be
So Perfect
Much too beautiful for the ***** who broke your heart
You mourn her
I wish you'd trust me
When I told you
It doesn't have to be like that
I can make it stop hurting
You should know that by now
It hurts me not to
Run into your arms every day
And never let you go
Never let you hurt again
Because I am so in love with you
You should know that by now.
~ Love,
Triple
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
She started this simple,
Expressing what she truly felt,
That's what got her here in the first place;
But then she got no more likes,
Not as many comments as she wanted.
And so she diverted her ways,
Copied other people to end up at the top,
"But what's the use," she asks herself.
"If reaching the top meant not knowing who you are anymore?"
She went back to normal,
Showing her true self;
All of the friends and followers she got turned on her,
Said she was changing for the worst;
They didn't understand,
None of them ever understood;
So she tried again,
Copying, being fake;
It worked.
People started calling her beautiful when they were really talking to the makeup once more,
Asking her to dates when they were really using her to be part of "The Populars."
She lived with it,
All throughout high school,
Plastering fake smiles practiced on the mirror the day before,
Wearing clothes she would've liked to burn.
She finally got a chance,
When she started her college,
To be free with who she really was.
She cut off her hair and threw out her clothes,
Got her band posters back and glued them to the dorm room walls,
Started focusing on school.
She graduated four years later,
Top of her class,
With no friends,
No life outside of her studies.
To her, it was worth it;
She felt proud with who she was,
She felt true to herself.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
I was so scared to do it
So terrified in fact that I created a script
How’s that for pathetic?
You actually mostly stuck to the script
Which was nice
I stumbled on a few lines
Even though I was the only one who actually knew the script
And the one who wrote it
How’s that for sad?
I thought it seemed like it was going okay
I’ve seen you around
You don’t have a lot of friends with you most of the time
Any, actually
And for some reason
I have always found unpopularity attractive
How’s that for unusual?
Maybe because I never was popular
Or maybe because I hate the Populars for how they treated me
Or maybe because the Populars have their own little culture they’ve created among themselves
With values like drugs, alcohol, cigarettes
And beliefs that they are above everyone else
I’m just not into that
You aren’t outspoken
You don’t say too much
And I want to unlock you
You are so quiet
Like a secret I’d love to unravel
I’d take mysterious over excessively confident any day
But I don’t really get to pick and choose
I’m not the pretty type who has that option
Still, I took a chance
How’s that for stupid?
I decided to go and just do it
Because I figured you were worth the risk
You were musical
And athletic
Physically attractive (although, that isn’t my priority)
Nice eyes
Really, really nice eyes
And quiet
I really liked you and hoped maybe I could have a slight chance with you
How’s that for incredibly dumb and delusional?
So I thought it was turning out okay
And when I did it
When I finally gave it to you
You smiled at me
And said Alright
You know what
Why did you have to smile?
That was cruel
If you were planning on just leaving me hanging
For 95 hours and 58 minutes (yes I've kept count it is really pathetically sad)
If would have been less painful if you had rejected me up front
To my face
Refused to even accept my number
Told me you were not interested
It would have been better if you had even just said
…um okay…
Then I might not have gotten my hopes up
Like I promised myself I wouldn’t
And of course I couldn’t help myself as usual
I almost wish you had said something hurtful
Cruel
Told me I was worthless and ugly
And you didn’t want to be seen anywhere near me
Then it would have been easier
To make myself not like you
If I knew you were an unkind
It’s just that you are not
And I guess I just misinterpreted
The way you acted
I guess I mistook your actions
I really thought you would at least text me
Even just to be friends
Even just out of politeness
But you didn’t
And I blame myself
And the funny thing is
I don’t regret it
At all
I don’t regret taking that risk
Even though it didn’t work out
But I really wish it had worked out
I still find myself hoping
That maybe you lost my number
Maybe there is still hope
Maybe you could change your mind
How’s that for wishful thinking?
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
The boys at my school are players
For one minute they have a girlfriend
Then next thing you they hate her
Then the next minute they are with someone new
It's not unusual to see a boy with girl after girl
Or boys who dump girls they get back with them
Because they are soon desperate
So players take advantage
They like preps
Populars and *****
They don't like normal people
That are nice
For they are
Players
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
Do you regret what you've done?
Do you even know what you did?
Do you want to just forget me?
leave me in the dirt like everyone else?
It's been awhile since I've mentioned it.
All the anger I've kept
has depleted and I just want to disappear
leave nothing of me left
Do you regret what has ahppened
when you broke my heart in pieces
I trusted you and let you in
and you threw me away like garbage
So when you see my body
hanging above the floor
will you finally see the pain
that I have endured?
All these days, alone and lonely
everything I'd done overshadowed
I worked harder than anyone in this room
but nobody seemed to care
They fawned over the populars
the ones who set the stage
they prey upon the weak of others
without even realising our pain
So when I look you in the face
do you regret what you've done?
When you see my body hanging limp
from a rope tied heaven?
Do you regret what you've done
this is my final words
this note is written just for you
to see how much you made me hurt
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
The popular group
They are a distinct chatter loop
Starting new drama each day
Being snotty and say their parents' cash is their pay
Buying expensive things for the hell of it
Riding in the new cars, though just a little bit
Always talking in the halls
To avoid them, kids walk into the walls
The lesser kids are like prey
While they are like a manta ray
Always eating in information to be used
The info helps keep the lessers abused
And keeps the populars amused.
The popular group.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC